oats

last night, i got hungry. ran out of proper proper dinner food. had had oat porridge (with strawberry jam), a slice of toast with cheddar on top, an apple and 2 oranges for dinner (sounds like breakfast doesn't it).

was craving. remembered i had this duck-shaped chocolate mini-sculpture from brussels - was meant to be a gift for my little sis. oh well, i thought, i'll eat some of the chocolate, and get my sis something else, like one of those crazily elaborate and quirky easter egg packages on sale in the supermarkets nowadays.

so i climbed onto my bed, reached up to the shelf to retrieve the white paper bag containing the white chocolate duck.

sat on my chair, opened the paper bag and fished the duck out.

one glance at the duck, orange beak, brown eyes and all, i just couldn't do it. staring at the cute little chocolate duckie (i see you cringe, but hey, i cringed), i thought, wtf am i doing?

so i placed the duck back into the bag, and the bag back onto the shelf.

and went to the kitchen for more oat porridge, with a dollop of strawberry jam.

a tale of weak-mindedness, measly resistance and eventual surrender.

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wl said that blogs are exhibitionist. you write things for people to see, you write things so that someone will see them.

this blog used to be pretty much anon. and i preferred it that way. i could write whatever i wanted, without a care in the world (well, almost). nowadays, i can't help but think "who will be reading this?" as i write, and then "what would they think of it? what would they think of me?"

it's easy to think "i'll try to post honestly", but it's impossible to do so when you know who's reading. it's like big brother - with cameras all over the place, there's no chance the characters are going to behave like they normally would.

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[edited out. so much for honestly. not the best policy]