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{Sunday, November 12, 2006}

Yesterday, I went to my grandma's as usual, for dinner. It has been a few weeks since I last saw my grandparents. And as usual, I missed them. A lot. Lol. And my grandma exclaimed to me that I have lost weight since she last saw me, and that "my arms have little flesh left". My first response was to smile and say to her that I was happy that she said I lost weight. But all she said was that I looked pale and sickly skinny. I was like, "Eh ok..." Then a few moments later, my grandfather came back. He laughed and smiled at me and said that I have grown fatter since he last saw me. I was like, "Eh ok..." while my grandma insisted to my grandfather that I have become skinnier and all.

This confusion brings me back to my state of mind. Confusion, confusion, confusion. As to whether the fact or not I am skinny or fat. I'm confused when sometimes people can come up to me and tell me that I'm fat and other times, people can come up to me and say that I'm skinny and anorexic. Oh well. Skinny or not, I feel that I have to lose weight or I will risk looking like a fatass or feel that my insides are coated with layers and layers of fat. Some people will sigh and say that I'm anorexic and weight-obsessed, while some people will say that I should indeed lose weight. Oh well. Whenever I look at the metro shopping bag, it says, "I'm in a why buy one when you can buy two instead" kind of mood. It's the same as losing weight. "I'm in a why lose 2 when you can lose 3 kg instead" kind of mood.

This post sounds so irrelevant. Whatever. I just need to wind off from Homework Lake. =)

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