These days, there's an extra bounce in my step.

The sort that comes from one too many cookies.

A Prayer.

Please dear God, let it be my jeans that have shrunk.

This is me.

Zhu. Nah. (No one say anything about the sphericalness of me. Especially you Susie Anne Smith)



The specific reference to dear Ms Smith arises from the following:

5:35:50 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: wah lau that's not u right?
5:35:51 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: right?
cookie cutter lover disconnected (6:08:30 AM)
cookie cutter lover connected (7:03:03 AM)
cookie cutter lover disconnected (7:03:35 AM)
cookie cutter lover connected (7:32:14 AM)
8:43:11 AM inmyrealm@hotmail.com: hulo
8:43:14 AM inmyrealm@hotmail.com: that'sme lah
8:43:16 AM inmyrealm@hotmail.com: fat lah
8:43:17 AM inmyrealm@hotmail.com: i know lah
8:50:10 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: wha jialat!
9:30:56 AM inmyrealm@hotmail.com: WHY???
9:31:25 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: it's HUGE eh
9:31:27 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: hahahah
9:31:32 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: but it makes u look like a boy
9:31:36 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: u're fat!
9:31:40 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: wong liangwei!
9:31:42 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: u are fat!
9:31:49 AM b_itchfaerie@hotmail.com: reality check