Durian and the Satisfaction It Brings

I had durian today.

The fruit was not big. A rather small piece of thing, but since I was the only one to have it, the amount was just nice.

Grandpa had it cut up for me. He halved it and left it on the table. He was not taking any, as the time was after dinner. Grandpa was a borderline diabetic, and since his discovery he had reduced all intake of carbohydrates.

The fruit was nice. Just the way I like it. The flesh was off white and creamy, with a slight bitter taste to it. Just my kind of durian. I took almost ten nuts of it, and could not finish with the last three. I put them in the fridge. Someone can have them later.

I am satisfied now, and bloated.

Ah~~~

Frustration

Sometimes there are so many things in my mind that I wish to say, but the moment I am in front of it, I do not seem to be able to say it right, or even say it out loud.

I am pretty bad with confrontations. Any sort of confrontation, however well I am in preparing it in my mind, will end up with me agreeing to the other party, or being manipulated by the other party.

Sometimes I get so frustrated, my anger boiling at it's boiling point, that all I could do was to kick myself so hard for the pain to numb my other feelings.

I never like being taken advantage of. I have my rights.

I never like being misunderstood. I have my virtues.

I never like being talked badly about behind my back. I have my dignity.

I never like being teased for with my confessions. I have my trust in you.

I will not comply, unless everything have been straightened out.

I will not change my principle, just because you think I should.

I am 28, not 35.

And I don't fucking care about what you think, just because you think that you are better than me.

You can fucking well go to hell with all your lover boys, just don't take me with you.

Do whatever you want with them, but not at my expenses. I will not fucking comply.