get ya hand off mah bum.

2005-10-24

i just had a cheese prata and a small fried chicken thigh with moses (my male sibling, not sauce or something, and who ate 2 kosongs and 1 thigh and drumstick) and i am bloated, bloated, BLOATED. i should have NEVER succumbed to the chicken thigh. or for that matter, the prata. i could have totally done without one or the other, or BOTH, but no, i have no self-discipline.

you know my pink hotshorts. well. they are still pink, they are still hot, but they are no longer comfy-ly sitting on my hips. instead they kinda kiap them. and it's so tragic how they are an indicator of how i've put on weight. i need to go RUNNING!!! follow marvin's campaign to get A Better Bod. man.

today, i had a conversation with my classmate. it goes as follows (okay, it's not verbatim, so i exaggerate a little. :D):

Classmate: Jeannette, do you think i'm pretty? :(
Jeannette: Yeah, i think you're very pretty and cute what. Why?
Classmate: But not all boys think i'm pretty leh.
Jeannette: Don't worry lah. All boys don't think i'm pretty.
Classmate: But at least you're tall!
Jeannette [slightly unsure of what to say next]: Oh. Er. Thank you. At least i'm tall.

OUCH. okay lah. but i will admit i was more tickled than hurt. hahaaa. :)