Breakfast At Tiffany's

LAFF

I think I love it.

Baby Baby Baby Ohhhh!

Le Fatty.

I have gained. weight.

This I know for sure because I have been stuffing my face with all sorts of crap and in bigger portions . I used to limit myself but that control has vanished to god knows where. Le despondent.  Need to be more diligent and focused.

Le Poo ):

(:

Dont read this. You may hate me more.

I don't feel good. Like i feel alcohol might be regurgitated any moment. I didn't even drink much. PUKE PUKE PUKE PUKE PUKE

I may be going back into that little place I  call isolation again.

I hate myself with every possible fibre of my being. i suck at life. 

i am a fat retard with no excuse.  My mom and dad hates each other and I hate them equally. I am a terrible friend and terrible at making friends. I am fat. Fat and miserable. Like FAT. Like probably 10 kg over the weight that I may be deemed acceptable by the other human beings in Singapore. 

Miserable fat fuck, I am.

Ni Hao! Its...

...bangs!

LAFF

The Sex 11: French Girls

It's the hair.

(:

LAFF: Aziz Ansari

Guilty Pleasures

I feel incredibly guilty for a few things

1. Rented a full season of Grey's Anatomy. After watching it within a span of a day, more or less, I had an epiphany. So many people die of aneurysms, some random disease that requires a team of medical experts that I, Nikki Tan healthy and kickin' it, shouldn't complain about the fatness of my arms.  I mean I should enjoy my life because well I have the fortune of having one and a pretty comfortable one at that. So I feel guilty for previously moaning about my fatty limbs.

2. I also feel guilty for laughing at this guy who blogged about how a fox ate his pet chicken called "brain".   He even posted a very sad angus and julia stone song in memory of Brain.  R.I.P Brain. Sorry for laughing.

3. Deliberately bringing my laptop out just so I can carry my very pretty laptop case and not look like an idiot but really just feel like a complete fucking idiot on the inside.

4. Posting photos of myself. I'm thinking its kinda gratuitous but I posted it anyway. 

I am guilty of one more thing.

5. Guilty for being a phony. I just wrote that I'm going to stop caring about my fat arms and love my body and life when I still hate my body and life. Well at least the epiphany lasted for about 5 minutes.  And still secretly mocking about the guy who is publically mourning Brain.

Peace. 

The Sex 10.

<3

All The Other Kids,

For A Rainy Day

I wanted to indulge in a major sob fest. Like to just cry and cry and cry and cry til my eyes swell and burn and my brain starts to hurt and my body starts to convulse.

but,

No more tears left for me. 

Arm Fats

I hate my fat arms. I really do. Its the bane of my existence. Because of it my life is a little bit more unbearable. I cant wear so many damn things. Its shallow and all but really I think my arms just stop me from being that much of a pleasant/moderately desirable human being. I am considering going for those slimming sessions or liposuction as a lazy solution. Since my prayers and endless squeezing of my arm fats failed to work.

Anyway here's a thought, the word "extraordinary" puzzles me. If you break these words apart it means EXTRA ORDINARY. why would a word that blantantly says that you are extra ordinary mean the exact opposite? Did the creator mean to be ironic? And since I mentioned "Creators of words", who created all these phrases and words? and who gave them the right to coin all these phrases. Or did the human population just decide to randomly follow them? How do I create my own word and make people follow them?

Damn. I hate my fucking arms.

Edit: Just to twist the knife in my heart a little more I have compiled a set of skinny arms. purely as motivation.

SIGH, LIFE.