"A lightbulb moment"

Setting: In a party, the conversation between friends turns to a more serious one. They started talking about cheerleaders: the stigma, the joys and sacrifices.

Eliesylneth ( one of the hot babes in school ): I find it commendable that some cheer squads are featuring chubby and overweight women in their team lineups.

Psethie ( a bit overweight, she often tells people that she is chubby for political correctness sake ): What the hell is wrong with you?

Ambrosia (a cheerleader): Huh?! Where did that come from?

Eliesylneth: Don't you understand that the team is showing a clear message. The message, my friend, is slender is not the root of all beauty.

Psethie quickly changes the topic.

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Sadly, more and more women think that being thin is beautiful.

*The characters here are fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental. The above account is a product of my creative juice.

I should remember this day...

Sentimental moments for me are quite rare for me. Maybe because I'm such blockhead when it comes to feelings. But tonight, I won't let my superficiality to lull the moment.

For days, I have been cravin' spaghetti. Lo, and behold, my girlfriend made one for me. She surprised me! I've been bugging her to cook for me. I never thought that she would give in. She is always busy with her work. I've never complained. The gesture she made is such a sweet surprise. Bless her sweet little heart.

I never felt so loved by her before.

I feel so lucky!

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One day, if I will read this post again, this will bring me such a great joy.

By the way, I love pasta!

Alliterations are fun

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

- V, V for Vendetta

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There are no stupid questions only stupid answers.