Overeating is just your soul's way of saying you're making your body unhappy.

It doesn't matter

It really doesn't matter if we're only taking a stroll at that empty street or squeeze through that crowded mall. It really doesn't matter if we could only afford roadside food or indulge in lavish buffet. As long as I could spend a day with you, I wouldn't change the world for this.
I'd trade it with anything just for this one day.

Just the two of us.
I'm contented.

Genesis

It is official. I. am. FAT.

Time to stop living in denial and just accept the painful fact that I try to hide. Note the absence of the self-rightful narcissist. Just when I could finally take the liberty in breathing through all the stress during my Ballarat trip, I stumbled upon this sigh that just smack right at my face! Talk about absurdity. le sigh.

As the dollar keeps crashing, my corpulent never cease to grow in a very immaculate pace. Yeah, I got the drift too. Diet much?
I doubt.

Going Japanese

Some like it Nigiri, some like it Maki, some like it Oshi, some like it Inari, some like it Chirashi, some like it Nare - zushi.
I like mine
vinegared rice topped with anything
fresh and raw,
within convenient reach.

A train of life delectations.

TGIF

Thank God, it's Friday

on a Monday night!