Charlie... Love Love Love his accent.
Maybe that's why I love love love Hotness :)
Hehe.
So. My ba-uuu-tiffull friend, HY, got me a TeeHee band. It's so friggin awesome, couldn't contain it any longer. Blahahahh. Happiness Explosion :)
Oh. And Halloween Tag Day was Yesterday. Woohoo.
I love Halloween. Why? Well, I love to dress up.
I have a confession. Well not really. Just a ramble.
When I was fat, like 95 kg fat, I never had the chance to wear nice clothes. I missed my chance on wearing dresses or shorts or skirts or anything that accentuates my fat parts.
Then, I got down to 75 kg and I'm having a blast finding clothes. Hopefully by the end of this year, I'll get down to a 65 kg to satisfy both myself and my gynecologist.
Why my gynie? Well, I have a syndrome called PCOS, which is a problem with my ovaries. I had to take an operation last year because my Fallopian tubes were all messed up. So, losing weight will cure me of many other problems from PCOS like:
a) Baldness (yes, I was actually losing hair)
b) Moodiness (Drives my mother crazy)
c) Ovarian Cancer if I have kids (That's what scared me the most)
Maybe, next week, I'll start working out at the gym again. :)
Oh. And FYI: I was a Zombie.
So much fun putting on the makeup for it. Hehe.
It was cool when I arrived to school and some people had to double-take to see me or were shocked. :P
I found it funny when the guard in school had a mini heart-attack (like, surprised, can't find a good word in English for that reaction)
I'm munching on some Tau Sar Piah.
It's so good. But it's hard to find a Halal one since most of these beauties are made with lard.
Taboo. It's so hard to live life with taboos sometimes.
For example, I really really really want to own a doggie. But as a Muslim, you can't since dogs are considered taboo. However, I don't mind that Drinking Alcohol is a taboo because alcohol rots your brains (if you drink at a young age). So, it's cool.
Somehow, I feel like dancing. No body can tell when I get my funk on. Owww~ :D
This post has to be the most randomness post ever. But it makes up for lost times. :)
Slowly, my super crush on KL is winding down. Yay! Victory dance. So, it's not so obsessive anymore. When I see him on FB Chat, I won't be like OMG OMG OMG
Right now, I'm enjoying just being oblivious.
Also, I've been talking more and more with my new buddy, Q. Seriously, that guy flirts with girls like crazy. Haha. :) (According to Eva)
You see, Q is like the best guy friend ever and a poke-able friend. Also, he harbors my greatest secret. And I know his. Mwahahaha. So, technically, we have an ultimatum.
I guess he is, to me, Ak's replacement, in a way. It's a shame I got to know him this year. Oh well.
Also Harz-Tarzan :). He's so funny and will never shy away from a Hi-5.
After the ACT, I chatted with Al-Z. Now I understand why Y-Peng like him (But I don't).
I still remember when I was younger, I always hated talking to guys.
Whenever I had my P(ahem)riod, I would stay away from guys at all cost. Oh, what silly things I've been thinking of. :)
Also, I've become more tolerant to Sheq. She's so funny and, at times, worrying. I find her to be a mystery. Poor girl, getting the Good Cop-Bad Cop treatment from Gr. and Mis.
Even Q asked me if I was one of the girls who pressured Sheq, which implies that Gr. and Mis. were very forceful. Poor girl. :(
However, I feel really bad that I've stopped talking to one of my friends, as in, STOP. I don' t know why. I might sound a bit bitchy here and I guess I am. I don't know, I just never tried to talk to her.
Could be the fact that she's not such an interesting person to talk to. I know, I know. I'm a meanie, but I barely do talk to her.
Heck, I talk more with J-W than her. I can never seem to comprehend why I distance myself from her.
Oh well. It's one of those unexplained phenomenons.
This year, I've been good at balancing my Lunch Table group with my Malaysian gang group. I guess this is the final year and I don't want any regrets.
Oh well. Peace and Love.
P.S: Got another post coming on. :)
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