Excuse me?

"I think I bear no responsibility to that!"

I changed my cell to the other hand, put down the Loacker on the night stand, and considering how to reply to my friend.

"My boyfriend said I am lovely."

"Oh come on," was the riposte, "Don't you think you let yourself go too much? I mean, no offence, but you should really start going back to gym," I bit my lip, slid down on my favourite mat, unbuttoned the waistband on my elasticated XOXO trousers, and looked into the mirror when I saw myself carrying a statement where no other Khoon Hooi number can triumph over.

"Your friend is just jealous, babe, you're my lovely gal," luckily my boy returned to me with his twisted logics. But for some reasons, this cure-all compliment failed to satisfy.

After all, my friend was right: I had stopped buying clothes, had become addicted to chocolate milkshakes and mashed potatoes (sometimes in thrilling combination), and had started to warm to my boy as potential role-model. "Come on, we only live once!"

Continual hoot to my boy who's strengthen my belief in decadence. Laugh out loud.

And to my dear friends who've raised brows over my volume issue: Maybe it's time to have a stop at Marks & Spencer, I am sure Saiful can give me good discounts on those oversized numbers. Don't drop your jaws, as yet.

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[Kelvin]

dunno wat u trying to say also
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