Tuesday, June 17

Size 9

No, I'm not a size 9.

I'm a size 0.

But I'm not bullimic or aneroxic.

I am happy with my body size, and I'll admit my bust size is way too small.

Even mom said I'm flat (sobz)...

So what is 'size 9'?

I got no. 9 in class, counting everything in.

It's sooooo not fair because Lee Sien and I have the same average marks and total marks.

And I'm 1 mark lesser than Sziq. 2 marks away from Isaac.

Dang...

I shall catch up during the trials.

Found a green apple (still fresh), lots of money (ours), some handphone numbers (Ali and Badrol) and a love letter in my maid's closet.

Gosh that bitch writes better than me, the metaphores and personifications...

He handwriting not bad too.

She signed herself as 'Ilma' at the end of the letter (wtf she gave herself such a nice name).

There's one line in her letter:

Sejak hari itu bang lalui meronda-ronda, hatiku asyik terjumpa bayang-bayang
bang. Ku bagai embun atas mawar menantikan bang datang sekali lagi...


Shit... I wish I can write like that.

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