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Zee. 22. Singapore. Fine Art student. Procrastinator. Occasional insomniac. My favourite kind of gifts come in the form of books. Writing keeps me sane. Art keeps me busy. Music is universal. Europe is the place to be.

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Weapon of Choice: Why, the Fucking Hipbone, Fellas
Sunday, 9 May 2010 | 9:54 pm

I snorted. "Yes, how else do you think I keep my figure?" I am not fat. Sure, I may not be a size zero or whatever the standard is for models these days, but I'm not fat. I have curves, okay? Besides men like curvy women. Who the hell wants to sleep with a woman and get stabbed with her hipbone? What a way to ruin the mood.

True that, if you think about it.

So there's this story on FictionPress that I'm (obsessively) reading and came to that bit above, and my God, I laughed out so loud. I'm talking about the sudden burst of laughter that Dad, who is currently frying some fish in the kitchen (smells sooo good BTW), probably heard and thought that I've gone totally bonkers.