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Ever since I stopped working, my mother would call me every afternoon. -_-

She didn’t even bother saying hello. Her first words are always,

妹, 吃什么? (What did you eat?)

T_T

Damn sian.

She said that she’s very scared that I don’t eat, ’cause I’m so skinny. My father even said that he’s very afraid one day I’ll be so skinny until I vanish from the house. HAHAHAHAHA. Sot.

Oei, I got eat lor. It’s too bad that I animate (very amused by the .GIF quiz) myself too much. Usually small animals have high metabolism rate. All the energy intake for a day I can use up in a day too. My fault?

Eh, and don’t tell me to eat more. My stomach is only this big, and for my size, I think I eat quite a lot already.

When I was fat, people say to me OMG WHY ARE YOU SO FAT. Now, people exclaim to me OMG YOU’RE SO SKINNY LOR!!

I know I’m skinny, so? Your dai ji meh?

Come, I show you my BMI. Make you even more shockerded.

Harlo, 16.6!!! Song boh??!! That’s freaking underweight!!! Stop telling me about it already!!! ROARRRRRRRR.

So what’s wrong with being skinny? Actually I don’t think I’m skinny. I’d say I’m petite.

There’s nothing wrong with my health, my brain is still very active, my hormones are working fine, my period comes on time (though I hope sometimes if could be late for a month hur hur hur), I can wrestle my bro (sometimes I win him cos I threaten to kick his balls HAHAHAHA) and I can bring out the bamboo sticks to sun my family’s clothes (but I very scared I drop out of the window).

In other words, I rock.

Moreover, I know my weight maintenance strategy, but I don’t know if it works for everybody.

Everytime I know that I’m gonna be late for school or work or to meet my boy, I’ll sprint, to make sure I won’t be late. And that’s like for erm 4 days a week, which is almost everyday. HAHAHAHAHA!

From secondary school till JC, I will sprint all the way from the gate to the assembly ground, which is quite far! I don’t know why I’m so suay, but my class always kena the slot that’s very farfrom the gate. CRAP!!!

In TK it was worse. I had to carry my bag, my books in my hands and my big cello on my shoulders and sprint all the way to queue up with my classmates.

Sometimes the darn parade commander is damn bitchy. See me running but still go and shout “school attention”, EVEN BEFORE THE BELL RANG. Nabeh. I tell you these TKGians damn poisonous one. Once you touch them, your skin will rot and you wrinkle up to death.

Anyway!

When I went to work or to meet my boy, I also always almost late late late. LOL. So I sprint lor! From my house all the way to the LRT station. Sometimes even more shiok. From a distance, I can hear the announcement “the train is arriving, for your own safety please stand behind the yellow line” (wah lao memorised already). Whenever I hear that, I sprint up the stairs, tap my card and sprint up another 2 flights of stairs, then I run into the train. Hahahaha. Nabeh, pant like mad but quite shiok.

I think that’s how I maintain my weight.

Everyday like that run, how can I not be – in your stupid words – skinny?

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