ain ashiqin
1159@270293
sixteen
ohana
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I want school work to go away,
And never come another day.
Let all my yearmates come and stay;
We'd talk and laugh and shop and play.
And if we were about to pay,
The boss'd say, "Oh, it's okay."
But nothing's ever what I say...
If only things would go my way.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Today I cried.
Up until now, Mom has been saying I'm fat. Dad has been saying that I'm fatter and heavier too. My elder sister has been saying how fat I've gotten, where the fats accumulate, and how ROUND my face is getting. I see myself in the mirror and I know that all this is true.
You know what? From now on, I'm dieting for real. Half of breakfast, whatever it may be, no recess, no lunch, and when I come home, it's the Cabbage Soup diet. I don't care what the maid may blabber to my mom about the cabbage soup diet, but HECK, what do I care. Hah, maybe mom may even agree, seeing as she is one of the regular commenters of my accumulating chunks of FATS. But what do I care if she agrees or not. If she forces my maid to stop, well, I'll just NOT eat dinner.
Anyway, I can just spend recess/lunch doing better things than putting on more FATS. I can file, do my homework, revise, sleep, whatever. Anything but EAT. Duuhh, no more sneaking sweets in class. Definitely no more chocolate, or chips. No touching of the fridge unless it's for drinks. Of course, drinks would be plain water. So much less fattening. Maybe I should start bringing my own bottle to school, so I won't have to go down to drink unhealthy 100+ calorie drinks. Saves money, too, so I can get that cellulite blaster thing, whatever it is. And go shopping for more clothes.
Nobody knows how I feel.
i'm still here.
7:43 pm
