I must have gotten possessed by some Indian spirit. On Saturday night, I ate tandoori chicken with kashmiri naan. On Sunday night, I ate banana leave rice. Can you see the two huge pail of curries? Plus the pile of white rice? This was before they bring me my mutton curry. The restaurant chap just slapped on the white rice before I even have a chance to say ‘Nasi setengah sudah’. Not one to waste food, I had to eat all of them.
So, while imagining all that carbo building their homes on my butt, I try to recall some people whom had made me very happy. One is my mom. She is fat. As in F A T. She is a nice person, the nicest ever.
Now, before we go further, FAT is not the same as OBESE, ok? Obesity is a serious disease, of the body and the mind. Fat is being happily blessed. As in plump-plump like that.
Next fat person who made me very happy was Onah. We were in Form Four at this international students camp. Onah is from Negeri Sembilan, I think. She entertained us with her jokes throughout the whole week we were at camp. Once, while we were climbing up a tree to boil a leaky tin with water (some obstacle race), Onah saw one hot guy’s and his loose short pants. That night, she almost killed us all with stiffled laughters when she related to us what she saw.
Now, all those misi-misi (nurses/midwives) whom had been so nice and kind to you when you go for your jab or helped deliver your babies, are probably plump-plumpish ones, right? There, another theory that fat people are jolly people.
Fat people are nicer because you get a cushiony effect when you hug them.
They don’t whine, “oh..that piece of cake looks so tempting but I can’t take it, I am on diet.”
They only make you laugh.
They also laugh and never worry about being fat.
This way they live longer.
Fat people rules! Say “YAY! to FAT”
Tell me you like fat people. I said, fat, not obese, ok?