This year, I will finally eat to my heart's content.

It's that time of the year again.

What, you say?

Summerti- DURIANTIME!
It's the highlight of any year,
It deserves a spotlight of its own,
It's happiness in one spiky shell.

I tell you,
It doesn't stink. Well, at least it doesn't to me.
It smells like the epitome of enticement  and seduction, really.
Cologne like this will probably capture my hormones' attention-
It'll probably capture a lot of attention.

Ah, but good durian isn't mushy.
It is slightly bitter with hints of sweetness hidden beneath the loud notes of extreme fragrance, and under no circumstances should it have a diluted taste or watery bottom.
Unfortunately, I have tasted some of the latter
But hey,
It's durian.

It's durian!
You just can't go wrong with durian:
However bad it is it will always be beautiful

Because
There is no such thing on this planet as bad durian.

Every single year I've always had some sort of reason to need to protect my voice and not overindulge on this fruit- King of fruits, I mean.
Every single year, there's always been some kind of speech competition or event to be an emcee of. This time however, I shall not care even though I do have something that requires the lack of a sore throat and unhindered speech.. It's worth it.
I've ditched enough Duriantimes for the sake of performances and other stuffs.

I will not deny my heart's desire any longer.
Not ever,
Never!