Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Hee. So I've abandoned post for a bit (again). Nonetheless, I notice that the only time I truly bother about blogging is when something pisses me off real good. After all, I learned in Journalism class too, "[What makes] Good news is BAD news". Ahahaha! (Way to go Azzie, you are making use of what you learn in college!)
Anyway, today's slightly different. I've been proof-reading Ronnie's work (mind you, this is not the same Ronnie most of you may be thinking of - Ronnie is actually Jin Ze, my fellow coursemate directly imported from China *kerplank*, and he's been paying me off with food. Haha! From plates of french fries to drinks from Wings' Coffee... But now it's the fasting season, so... TT__________TT
Nonetheless, I still proof-read for him, and today, he gave me something sweet (literally and figuratively) - a mooncake, in a lovely box, in a cute little paper bag. And a cute little advice came after that - "You fasting, right? No eat till later!"
Oh and how over-protective I was over the mooncake. A female classmate of mine asked if she could have some, and immediately I said "NO!". I must have looked like quite a fool for the entire day for I couldn't help smiling everytime I looked at the paper bag.
Even as it rests on top of the table, I am VERY reluctant to take it out of the packaging and eat it away. It's just soooo precious! But I know I'm just cringing to taste it... *Goodness someone slap me* Gah. I should preserve this one and go out and buy another one. OK Shut up Azzie.
Every end of the day I would spent RM 3 on Turkish Ice-cream. Yes. The cute little old man that sings every time he scoops out the ice-cream knows me so well that he would ring the bells everytime I pass by (I walk by pretty often, but I limit myself to one cone, two scoops a day, thank you very much), and everytime I purchase he will always give me a little bit extra. Yes, normally people get two scoops, I get 2.5 (a small extra splat at the top).
Now, one particular night (which was tonight), there was this lady who bought one cone of ice-cream before I did. She got her standard two scoops, and she stuck around long enough to see the cute old Turkish man scoop 2.5 scoops of donduma for me. She then stared at me, and I stared back, and when I did, she gave me the full scan up and down my body. I was like, WTF is your problem, woman?! Then I looked at a white button pinned on her shirt that read, "Lose Weight Now, Ask me How!".
Now, if this is a strategy to get me into whatever weight management program you are on, please, this strategy is like, so rock bottom. So I enjoy my ice-cream, but do you think I look THAT bad, bad enough to HAVE to go on some weight management program? And if that's how you plan on picking up people, well roll your eyes back into your eye sockets, missy. It's not going to work on me. I get pretty ticked off easily when people pull these kind of 'stunts' on me - I noticed that there has been a lot of people wearing those buttons, and from an instant I could tell that this weight management program probably does not only help the person who needs to shed and maintain a good weight, but it also financially benifits the person who got you into the program. Yeah, those 'profit making scheme' stuff. Oh no you don't. Indirectly telling me that I'm fat and I should do something about it when I've been fatter once before, you definitely picked the wrong person. So the old Turkish dude gives me more donduma, I'm his favourite customer, DEAL WITH IT. AHAHAHAHAHA! (I'm so plain evil, aren't I?!). I'll do it again. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Azzie you're getting rather cynical these days...)
Okay, I'd better get back to tweaking up my assignments. All are half-baked, considering I want them all to be rather spot-on. :|
10:34 PM Azzie's got style
