I blew up to the size of a house and it’s Twit’s fault

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Couple of years ago, my macho brother wrote me a letter after feeling helpless when I lay in bed for 3 continuous days during a pretty butt ugly breakup. I found the letter stuffed in my drawer while packing today. This is part of the excerption which burns so deeply into my heart, it will always be remembered:

“It is really painful to say goodbye to someone else you don’t want to let go, but it is even more painful to ask someone to stay, if you can never make the relationship work out the way it should be. The way you should always be happy without having to beg for it.”

Not to say I live by it. But it sure is a good shit piece of advice.

着些年来
我无条件地为你付出
换来的
只是你的一句对不起。

我咬着牙
强忍了五年
耐心地
愚蠢地
等待着奇迹的出现。

换来的
还是一场失望。

每当我拼了命
努力离开你
你的苦苦哀求
让心软的我
一次又一次地回到你身边

却
一次又一次地让我难过。

我很累
我真的很累

但
我却离不开你。

I brought my parents to Chapel Street in the afternoon, so mum can get her fix of shopping addiction. While mum dropped the bomb at Alannah Hill with dad, I went to have a ciggy and a cup of tea at a nearby café. The table next to me sat 4 tai-tais flaunting in a concoction of every single branded goods thrown into a cocktail shaker and then thrown up on these women. The fashion faux passé didn’t bother me much, and I couldn’t help but to eavesdropover-hear their conversation (since they were sitting quite close). To much surprise, I came to a realization that their conversation is merely the aunty version of the usual conversation among Daze, Sam, Addie and I!

Oh my.

This must be some kind of sign.

Addie and I want to go for The Sleeping Beauty by The Australian Ballet. I personally think it’s more for the purpose of wearing our dresses rather than the ballet. It is good to pretend to be cultured bimbos sometimes.

Karma has finally got back on me. I made fun of a certain pair of blog famous legs few months ago. I woke up today and found cellulite on my new found snooker table legs. Thanks to the 4 course dinner every night, I’ve blew up to the size of a whale.

I kept chanting to myself of what Looney had told me before, to make myself feel better.

“Men prefer to pin meatier cushion…Men prefer to pin meatier cushion… Men prefer to pin meatier cushion… Men prefer to pin meatier cushion… Men prefer to pin meatier cushion… Men prefer to pin meatier cushion… Men prefer to pin meatier cushion… Men prefer to pin meatier cushion… Men prefer to pin meatier cushion…”