Insatiable

Ramadhan is starting soon, and despite everything, I'm pretty excited. One month of fasting. It just appeals so much to me.

Talking about fasting reminds me of... fooooood. Mmmm.... Yum...

Right at the top of my head, Hurricane's lamb ribs. Oh. My. God. Kill me now if I never get those ribs again. They're like, the BEST ribs I've ever tasted in my life! An experience in Hurricanes is one experience I just cannot describe with normal everyday words.

Followed closely by Pancakes on the Rocks beef ribs. Yes, those ribs that actually melts in your mouth.

Then there's Tony Roma's ribs. OK, I'm saying Tony Roma's Malaysia. This ribs experience is soooo good that, hard as I try, I can NEVER forget the taste. I heard Tony Roma's Australia does not measure up though. Pity. But I'd keep it that way.

Next stop: Ribs and Rumps. I heard some stories about these ribs. And one day, they'll end up in my mouth, and down my throat... To every inch of my body. Hehe.

Yes, I love good food so much that I'd give up sex for the rest of my life if you could guarantee me good food for every meal, everyday for the rest of my life.

Don't even get me started on dessert.

Chocolate dessert. My mouth waters just at the thought of melting chocolate on cake or waffles or strawberries or marshmallows.


Alright, I'm going to stop now. Yes, I'm obviously hungry. Like so damn hungry.

I'm going to get food now. Not one of those mentioned above, sadly. Just normal, mundane everyday food. But like I say, if you taste something so good, how do you ever get back to something ordinary? Tell me how. How????


Well, as much as I'd hate to admit it, that applies to men as well. Yes, yes. Gimme a woot woot if you agree with that.

Double woot woot for me!


LoVe~
MzP<3

STOP

A month ago, I told some people, some friends, of the most dramatic thing that happened in my life. People I just met, people I barely knew. I lied.

The most dramatic part of my life didn't just happen this year, it happened all the way up to 7 years ago while I was still what you would call a preteen.

And also, I lied because I can never pinpoint it. I can never tell you the exact point that is the most dramatic. Mostly because they're all way way way dramatic.

Partly because there are some things you just wanna keep to yourself.

Today is one of those days. One of the worse ones. One that will haunt me for the rest of my life. The kind of 'dramatic' that even if you look back 50 years from now, wouldn't be even remotely funny.

So what is it?

Unfortunately, it's one of those that I'd keep to myself.


Other people looking in, in fact, most people, would have something to say about this. Things like, how this is wrong. Yes, the mark on my face is present, but it's only just a mark. Just a mark.

I know I'm a woman, but I can take care of myself. I don't need protection. And if I do, I'll ask for it.

I know. I know it's my fault for getting people involved. I know. I didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to.

And for God's sake, STOP telling me it's against the law in Australia. I know what I can or can't stand. And if I'm alright with it, the police can't do anything about it. So there. (Well, unless they can claim temporary insanity on me, in which case, is a different story altogether).

Deep down, I know it's wrong. But people make mistakes right? Damn, I make mistakes. And damn it if it's not partly my fault anyway, right?

They'd tell me to stop defending him. Stop? If I don't, who will?

So he did something wrong. I know he did. I accept that he did. And I've forgiven him.


Back off. Let me decide what I can and can't handle.


LoVe~
MzP<3