f*ck-a-d*ck

i woke up this morning and i knew exactly what i wanted - a plate of kick-ass roasted duck rice. throughout mass, i couldn't stop thinking about my morning fix. i could almost taste and feel the texture of the succulent slices of duck and i knew which stall i wanted it from too. after the final hymn, i made a bee line to the foodcenter and got myself a plate. the shop i wanted it from was closed but the need to eat duck was soooooo strong, i settled for the other stall that was open. delirious with anticipation, i did not pay attention to the preparation. i willed the meal to be good, mind over matter right - focus on something else and the pain will go away ... but it was the most mind-numbing f*cked up meal ever!

so unsatisfied, so freaking unsatisfied! so i bought myself a crunch ice-cream popsicle- chocolate always is a good idea. but like a one night stand, it was a quick fix ... so meaningless ... and i was unsatisfied again. damn! i spent the rest of the day eating bits and bites and nothing ... absolutely nothing could fill my void for duck. to add to the fact that i feel insatiable, i'm also probably 3 kgs fatter by my effort.

how difficult is it for a girl to find good duck these days! .... :P