It was a free day. A day that I am given to recharge, this is in contrast of the expected enjoyment that I was to feel by the hands of gratitude. I’m that ungrateful little brat that doesn’t soak in the pleasures of having food to eat, clothes to wear and a roof over my head. My mother’s usual words of reprimand resounds in the shallow of mine. I can argue that this is the downside of being a perfectionist with little perseverance skills. I always give up on the account that perfection can’t be achieved.

Oh the conflict. I stretch my arms above my head. In the small attempt to lengthen my frame, I remained below the 160cm bar. I silently cheered in sarcasm. Grabbing the abandoned phone, I aimlessly browse the net. Jumping from a random post about dogs appearing in the mail, trip expenses to the Alps then now watching how a rainbow cake is to be made on YouTube. I have to stay true to living life colorfully on the surface at least.

After playing it for the third time, I decided. I would need help to get everything in order. There are too many pieces and elements for it to be an edible pretty cake. Truth be told, I am just too petty to admit I need a greater reach to retrieve some of the things in the top closet. Feeling bored and overly lazy to move, I decided to click on a song. Taylor swift’s latest album is apparently the best pop that has ever been made in the country. I quote an over zealous Fany.

Upon the beautiful melody coming to an ending, I would simply select those recommended on the side. One thing lead to the next, somehow someone taught it was good idea. Someone obviously wanted me to be heading this way. A northern star that forces you to a particular destination whose name has been simplified as fate. Watching the slides seamlessly transitioning, I decided to rename fate as that that always gets what she wants. I say she is a lady. Look at those meticulous plans she devise so that the intended individuals will be mind blown.

The door knocks. I put aside the ’s weapon and went to be a polite individual. Opening the door, Soonkyu greets me. ‘Welcome back.’ I greeted with a standard smile.  Her eyes squinted a little. My body reacts by leaning back a little. ‘What!’ I asked in defense. ‘Nothing.’ My eyebrows furrow together at her reply.  ‘I bought chicken so that you can be fatter.’  She dismisses me by walking away upon the finishing of that one line. 

I sighed. She calls me fat and wants me to be fatter. I’m getting mixed signals here.  My eyes voluntarily blink. A tear escapes the duct but couldn’t avoid the brain processing of its existence. Right. This is how things are. This is how things will be. ‘YAH! Couldn’t you tell me that I have dirt in my eyes!’ I yelled after Soonkyu.