Tuesday, August 21, 2007



..Okay, I will practically strip down my clothes and run around the house screaming, "All hail, I will FAIL."


...But then of course, I was just kidding. I would not do it literally nor metaphorically because it doesn't basically make sense at all. And yeah, with all the flabs and tabs I have, there is no way that I could wear a bikini-- nor strip my clothes off for that matter-- any time soon. I have got to lose some pounds, dearies and it is a serious matter this time.

Actually, it came to me like a loud thud equal to the slapping of my thick Prentice Hall (Low Price Edition) Biology book unto my face. Ouch! Nah, not Ouch! ... Ouuuuuuuuuch! Well, I would not dare emphasize it because it pierced me real hard but left me laughing my head off. Whew. Now I know, a lot of people think I'm gaining weight and my youngest sister even called me a hamburger for that matter. Geez. I might as well starve myself until I lose those seven pounds I gained throughout the fruitless summer. But then again, that's a joke. After all, I am a self-confessed food-a-holic so I am practically very far off being bulimic or anorexic but very near the edge of falling into the over-weight category (of which my Mom said I belong at the moment).

Well, okay. The whole idea about me losing weight sucks but believe me, it is the alarming issue at home equal to (probably) the news about Lindsay gone bad. But of course, I am not Lindsay nor anyone like her at any degree. I am just the fifteen-year old Sophomore kid, petite in height and cannot fit her fatty thighs in size 2 jeans. Truth is, 86% of fat go straight to my thighs, while the remaining 14% are narrowly distributed to my cheeks and two arms... and yeah, don't forget the bum. I got lots of improvement and working to do before I achieve my shape-y model dream figure. Okay, cut the crap. Maybe, I am not destined to be one but still, I have got to shed off some pounds. I am big-- I know. Period.

On the contrary, I hope my test scores would be as fat as my thighs.. Cheers to me, I will be cramming all week. (Well, maybe not much..) And cheers to everyone, let's study all night. (Okay, this kind of sucks..)