Fine. I'm fat. sue me.
And just so you know, I'm standing in my computer typing up this entry.
It was stupid, I was wearing one of my 'I look fat in this ensemble' jeans and my only collared shirt with poofy sleeves. The workers at my mom's bank said that I was looking fat.
Now my ever-conscious-about-her-reputation mother said I should quit sitting 24/7 at the pc, cut out my food supply and get a WORKOUT. What the fuck kind of a workout you want me to do? I want to play basketball. But frankly, no one would play with me, She wants me to play sucky badminton with her. Gak, I'm a badminton failure. Now my sister is offering me some lechon and I barked at her. "Di na, mataba na ako."
Then mom goes lecturing bout my butt is plastered to the chair in front of the computer, well, I told her "Pashift mo ako ng course" Of course I didn't want to.
Then she told me I was just playing my games. Well hell, WE WILL DEVELOP GAMES IN THE FUTURE. God, how I wish I could tell her I AM A BETA TESTER AND MY JOB IS TO PLAY GAMES
*sigh*
You know, I have a dream that this exact moment is happening. Although I'm not quite sure...
And I went to the dentist. My teeth are dying. Well one anyway. It had this big gaping hole when My godmother, also my dentist was cleaning my lower braces. I was scrunching my eyes in pain. and I want to howl in agony, but hey, my mouth was being examined and every time I spat excess water and saliva frrom the cleaning, I see blood. WAAAAH BLOOD!
And the dentist was having a hard time covering it up because the gap kept bleeding and my gums kept bleeding like crazy. And I kept wincing and yelping because every air, claw, cotton, pasta that touched the damn shaft gave out imaginable pain. GAAAAAAH
It's so gross. But it's okay now.
Damn if only...there I go again with the if only's
Hmm it's been half an hour, I think I can sit down now.
*sits down comfortably*
I had another glass of that yummy red wine.
Well. That's it for now.
Monday, November 11, 2002
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