HAPPY LEBARAN, MOW!

And happy-working-disguised-as-a-holiday-but-it-is-still-work-nonetheless to Dien.
And happy-working-as-usual to Dion.
Heeeeee heeeeee.

My friend told me she could tell that I’d lost a bit of weight, because I started looking stupid in my pants. (An eufemism, considering I look stupid in everything except for my birthday suit).

“Your pants are all too big now,” she noted pitifully. I could sense that too, because already that morning I tried to fold down the waist of my pants and they suddenly fitted me better that way.

After that remark of hers, I stepped on the bathroom scale and noticed I weighed 45 kg now, and the last time I weighed that much was in junior highschool.

I know, many girls weigh less than 45 kg all their lives. You can see those girls parading in malls, looking so bony you’re tempted to boil them to flavor your soup. I’m not one of them. I strongly believe all women are born to have curves, not just bones and angles. In my humble opinion, there’s nothing womanly about Kate Moss. She looks like a kid, and I had more curves when I was 12 years old compared to her when she was 21.

Anyway.

When you are a woman you have a certain body part (errr..two certain body parts) which consists mainly of fat tissues. When you lose weight, this part flattens to some extent. And much as I can endure looking stupid in my pants, looking stupid in my bra is somewhat more difficult to deal with.

Come the end of fasting month, I should eat more regularly and gain back a bit more weight. And umm, get back to that push-up routine because umm, in my humble opinions, women should umm, have rather well-developed umm, pectorals.