attention, attention!

Reflecting on my erratic behaviour, I realised how immature I was, often fighting pointless battles within the relationship and ultimately defeating myself. I would obsess over contacting certain people, feeling panicked and paranoid when unable to reach them. The dreaded message "The Vodafone you have called is switched off, please try again later" struck fear into me, as if someone had turned off my life support. I'd obsessively redial, ignoring the operator's advice to wait.

It's not healthy to fixate on constant communication or demand to be heard and understood all the time. My redial key was worn out from overuse, a symbol of my stubbornness and impatience. I'd escalate situations, flooding others with texts after minor disagreements, expecting apologies that rarely came. Normal people, I realised, possess self-control and patience - qualities I often lacked. Once, in a fit of frustration, I sent a long, abusive email to my boyfriend, only to receive a disarmingly calm response: "I like your smile." It was a moment of clarity. My antics were immature, causing needless strife and self-inflicted defeats. In those battles, I wasn't just fighting with my boyfriend; I was fighting with myself, losing more than just arguments along the way.

phat

Who says you need to be busty to look hot? Look at her flat stomach! I love this shot; it makes me want to strip off my clothes and run across the grass in my front yard, with the sprinklers spraying water on me.

I tried to strike this pose on my webcam to show my best friend, but she burst out laughing. I had shown her the photo I was trying to imitate before attempting it on the webcam. She did have some good suggestions, though. "Haha, your boobs need to be smaller!" Well, isn't that just fantastic? Let me just deflate my breasts, and then I'll be on my merry way to Sexytown.

I think I need to hit the gym for a whole decade before I can have a body like that. It's too bad I'm allergic to exercising. I've only been dragged to the gym twice in my entire life, and both times I had trouble breathing after two minutes on the treadmill. My face turned into a tomato, and I saw stars every time I blinked. Maybe I didn't warm up properly. Ah, it just wasn't meant to be. My sister used to do aerobics at home; I supported her by sitting on our couch, encouraging her to keep going, while happily munching on a bar of chocolate and teasingly waving it at her every now and then.