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    Monday, January 16, 2006

    If I were to make a new year resolution (other than the same to-be-a-better-person every other year), it would be and shall be to start running again and get back in shape. Right now, my body is terribly in disproportion. I may have skinny hands but my arms are huge. I have a considerably okay waist but the monstrosity of my hips and ass is just out of this world. As a consolation, I'd very much like to think that this is the effect of late puberty because in my early pubescent age, my behind was almost non-existent. hur hur. Could it be? As I've said, it's just a form of consolation. And wait till you see my legs now. You will probably die of shock. The horror.

    In order to kickstart the resolution (to ensure that it really materialises), I need to look for a pair of running shoes since all my cross trainers and court shoes have been discarded eons ago. All the better. Now I have more excuses to shop and spend money like water. hehhh. I kid you. Why of course, I ought to practice some self-control. I cannot afford to spend all my money and end up having none just when I am about to get married. haha. Jauhnya aku melencong. Perhaps asics would be the brand to get.

    By the way, remember the killer heels I mentioned? It almost killed me. I am very sure that I looked like the most unglam piece of crap after work in the train. I was standing on one leg. And from jurong east to cck, the way I sat was just... I just stretched out my legs and my body... tsk, the way I sat would've made me fall off my seat lah. My back was barely in contact with the seat. My head was resting on the seat. Pumps it is tomorrow.

    Kwinella @ 10:46 PM!