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sunday morning, i woke up feeling particularly thin. i spent 1.5 hrs on the stepper the day before and didn't eat a morsel of rice. i also wore a green blouse to church that felt loose; it was quite snug when i wore it last february. i gave myself a pat on the back for the efforts i've been doing to lose weight. do i dare reckon that it's working? woopidoo!

all happy juju flew at lunch time when someone i didn't see for quite some time gestured *a pointed finger at me + palms facing each other with grooowing distance between*; and then from someone else, again, that next time with words:

"lumalapad ka a...

jojie: *cue awkward laughter

"... pero maganda pa rin..."

jojie: ooh no please don't patronize me. adding more insult to injury. *more awkward laughter and an even more awkward exit

ok. forget about the dessert buffet. boo.

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uuuugh. this sore sore spot again.

1. i really don't get how some people confuse "hello, how are you?" with "tumataba ka!". the two sentences don't even have the same syllables in them.

and they say their discovery with such wide-eyed wonder! imagine archimedes jumping out of his bathtub, screaming "EUREKA! EUREKA!" when he discovered buoyancy--- ganung level ng amazement. like they found out how to solve the recession. "tumataba ka!" ... and? did the world just become a better place? no.

2. it's more iffy for me when i get this from people who've known me for less than 5 years. hey. you haven't seen me OOOOHSOOOOFAT. there was a time that i didn't have a neck, elbows, and knees. you don't know what you're talking about.

3. and, again, when i lose weight, i lose my hair. when that happens, ano naman sasabihin nyo, oh very opinionated ones? "nakakalbo ka!" in that happy archimedes way again? can't win with these people.

haaaay. bitter much?

i knooow, i knooow that everyone is entitled to their own opinion; and my body shape is haphazardly included in that wide range of what people can nitpick on. and i can't just lash out on others for saying it, or for not knowing me for less than five years, or for just translating into words what their eyes see.

it's just that... well, it hurts.

it hurts yknow.

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i want to be a success story.

just wait 'til my birthday. i'd have lots of extra collarbones to serve with your tea. (parisienne nga ang theme. ano ba. ok, fine. spiked tea.)