FOUR KILOGRAMS TO KILL THE WORLD.

i lovelovelove my F21 bow hairband. one black one silver for just seven dollars.

let Orlando come sooon. i need to shop.

my scale is working; i gained FOUR kgs in just one week. i was screaming when i weighted myself, and this time my mummy let me. now the scale's in the middle of the living room, and i keep weighing and screaming and well, planning to lose all these extra fats. i am like FIVE kgs away from being a 55. not good.

this totally puts me back on the Bimbo meters.

sorry, whichever anonymous who commented (oh, do comment again to tell me who you are) :

"Seriously, stop saying you're fat.
You're hardly close to being so.

Don't be delusional please."

i think I AM FAT. so, i need to keep acknowledging this fact (again and again) and then exercise. ugh i hate that i need to run and all; it's like primary six all over again. the nightmare period.

1:20 am - well, as yummy the LUT LUT (just got home from a session. hai.) is, i am laying off supper and all other unneccessary meals. it's back to ONE MEAL A DAY AND EXERCISES.

not bitter this time!