please take that in the literal sense. i SUPER hate this feeling. being sick is no fun, no fun at all. and i don't even look sick, so no one else would know. dang. but ah well, this gives a reason for me to eat porridge an drink chicken soup! :) i like porridge and chicken soup. it doesn't work medically, but it sure is therapeutic, when looked at psychologically.I'M FAT :( first, chuan said i couldn't get out from that small space. then, ben nicely put it in the sense that i was horizontally challenged. (it doesn't help the fact that it took me about all of ten seconds to register which way horizontal goes, and it doesn't help either that i'm not too tall, so now i'm horizontally, vertically and even mentally challenged.) but yeah, even if the two bum bums didn't say anything, i FEEL fat. and the weighing scale does not lie. it seems like my running shoes are calling out to me again, and the roads of katong shall soon feel my thunderous footsteps as my feet hit the pavement in the many runs to come. idiot. where the hell did those three kgs come from?!?! must be sizzler's. and donuts. damn. oh, and zhihao, I GOT YOUR MAIL! :) i haven't recieved snailmail in like, 235years, so now i'm ancient and i got your mail!!! hee. it made my day, silly though it was.i finally had that long-dreaded talk and somehow, it wasn't dreadful at all. haha. in fact, it was kinda cute. funny man, he is. FEELINGS: fat. feveratickly feverish (like, 38.3 degrees kind of feverish) . stressed. tired. fat. confused. worried. fat. loser. icky. fat. stupid. very very stupid. and yet, happy noodleic.
like, how the hell right? but at least i'm not feeling like a COMPLETE loser, although this feels pretty bad already.
there's a feeling that i'm feeling and i don't know why i'm feeling it cos i should have no reason to feel it. it totally doesn't make sense that i should be feeling this way. i mean, logic is against this feeling. totally. boy this is weird.
I'M BURSTING!! in more ways than one. CCTV's watching me. and it's more than just one. ack. so there's much to be said, but little can be spoken. much to be doing, but little can be done. fair is foul and foul is fair
hover through the fog and filthy air.
watch me. i think i hover pretty well.
Grace ♥ 10:31 m.d.