it's been 12 days into the fasting month and already i look like stepheNhawkinG on a diet. any longer and i'd look like a runaway survivor of the Holocaust. this metabolism is getting too high. i reckon i'm burning it more than i stuff myself. and it's not like i don't try. oh i was the human rubbish chute when skool started, especially after the second term. everytime i sneak out of class it'd be a visit to the canteen to grab buns or sandwiches or those legendary jemput-jemputs the size of hand grenades. but despite eating about four times a day i still look like i need to sign up for a lifetime buffet membership. still, i am going to persevere through this season and make it three perfect years in a row. i hope my appetite doesn't leave me permanently.
no prizes for guessing why i look bad in Hari Raya pictures.
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You deserve a medal for this. And teh peng as well. Thank you.