Overacting

Today I had my first Big Mac (plain with sauce and cheese because I'm picky that way). It wasn't good. I didn't finish it.
And today after Show Me What You've Got, Naomi told me that she was going to watch Cats.

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It took a while to register. But once it did, she dropped on one knee, and her head fell downwards.

Head lowered, she exclaimed "絶望した！！！"　("I'm in despair!!!")

Then for another while, there was nothing as she placed her head on a nearby chair, before a brief shaking was observed in Faith's body.

She smiled.

Darn, she thought, it can't break now! She decided to implement a change of plans.

She started shaking, ostensibly laughing silently to herself.

The laughing got louder, the shaking more vigorous, but she stayed down.

One person laid his or her hand on her shoulder and began to pray for her.

Faith stood up and engaged in full-blown laughter. By now she was arguably delirious, and straitjacket-wielding members of the Institute of Mental Health should have arrived, but they didn't, and the onslaught continued.

Her throat was mildly strained, her diaphragm hurting somewhat, her stomach aching just this little bit. But she continued, in blind hysteria, pointing at Naomi and laughing for all she was worth.

"Fedora, I think there's someone you need to minister to." was heard in the background.

A drop.

Down Faith went.

Deep breathing.

Silence.

Hair down, there she stayed for a brief period, while someone nudged her gently on her shoulder.

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There was the sound of "Hey, don't emo there leh."

No longer interested in continuing the act she'd crafted for the past one or two minutes, she picked up her handphone, the model name of which was appropriately pronounced "razor", rolled up her sleeve, and acted as if she was attempting to cut herself.

The nudging began again, and she looked up. She got up, and with a silly smile on her face, she ended her act. And how good it felt, to finally break it!

But it didn't really mean that she wasn't jealous of Naomi.