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Yan: Bitchfit.
Thursday, 7 August 2008

SKIP.


Okay so I somehow lost a few weight here and there. Don't ask me, I don't know how or why. Though I strongly suspect that it's because I ate a lot when I was attached. ANYWAYS.


I'm bloody sick and tired of people looking at me like as if I have a freaking eating disorder. PLEASE. Wtf? OF ALL PEOPLE? ME? Seri Hidayani? Not wanting to eat?! There's a joke if I ever heard one.


Last time, when I was in bed all the time, you'll be like, "Why are you lazing in bed huh. Your ass is getting fat. Tsk." Then NOW it's like "Why are you in bed, don't know how to eat isit?"


WTF? And she looks at me so accusingly. And ever so often she'll be like, "TAK MAKAN EH?" Wtf la wtf. If there was any FOOD at home in the first place, I won't spend all my time outside eating.


Makan salah, tak makan salah. Taik.


Ask the guys la how much I eat, how much I snack. My bag is like a freakin Doraemon of snacks for goodness sake. I DON'T KNOW how I came to this weight. I am happy with it, but just don't f*@&^#%*ing look at me like as if I have an EATING DISORDER. Tsk. ARGH.


It pisses me off, every single time. Without fail.


Argh, I want my parents to come home. Quick.


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