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Liu Xing

Born to Party, Forced to Work.

Monday, April 03, 2006


So I went to swim.
It was good, the moment I jump into the water, I felt so good...
Gosh, nothing can compare to a good swim in the big pool man.

Only thing is, it was a bloody public pool.
Yah, those that's filled with urine, cum, pubic hair, dandruff, saliva, melted ear wax and god knows what... Sigh, I don't even wanna think about it man.
Swallowed a few mouthful of the pool water. Ewwww...

Oklah, back to the better part of swimming, guess what?
No one chat me up!
What's best about the fact that I wasn't being chat up?
Pricesless.
Wanna know how?
Go gain a whopping 12 kilos, yah...
That's like 26.4 pounds and you'd know what I mean.
No one will chat you up.
Not even the bloody fat Life Guard!
He used to chat me up and teach me the right way to swim in exchange for meals and ciggie lah...
Well, I can't complaint about that really...
Thank god he left me alone all night long.
I went there to swim ok? Not to chat!!!

Heh... Anyway, weighing a whopping 66.5 kilos is sad.
Very sad indeed, you kinda wear the same old baju everyday, nothing else fit lah, fuck!
The jeans feels like it shrank 10 times the original size, everything else looked like they have streached to the maximum and they are gonna tear apart anytime.

You won't feel like going anywhere because everyone give u the "Wah, look! She is so fat!" look. Girls will look at you and think, "OMG what is she doing in that spegetti straps top?? She've got flabby arms!!! Go back home and hide already!"

And no, I din make it up because that's what I said to the fats when I was way slimmer.
Hahaha... My bad. Sue me lah fuck! Infact, I still do the same to those who are fatter then I do.
It's terupathic, really! I makes you feel slimmer.

Heh... Nevermind, I've kick off a healthier lifestyle, I know in no time I'd achieve my target! Then I can wear a nice cropped jacket to the interview. I am dead serious this time ok? Tomorrow, if it isn't gonna rain, I'd be goin to swim in the afternoon. Why? Because it isn't jam! Tiu... Just now it was jam lor... 9.00 pm still jam lah... What's wrong with Cheras? Sigh...

*OMFG!!!!! A moment ago, I kinda close the blogger window, forgetting the fact that I've not post this up yet!!! But guess what? Thanks to the "Recover Post" function, I recovered my post just in a blink of eyes! DAMN! Blogspot rocks big time!*

Well, look what I did? A food chart! (Ok, no food chart yet, I'm too lazy to get it done)
So, *imagine* your own food chart...

*HERE*

Damn, I just had white rice, potato, red meat. Sigh...
Now I know why I am fat.
My diet consist of all those I am not suppose to have! Sianz.
Again, nevermind, let it be... We will see! : )

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