Monday, August 13, 2007 11:31 PM
13th august 2007Day a hundred and twenty two.
i am not getting chubbier! aggh. dont say it at all. but someone please just tell me im hearing things and that these people are merely pulling my leg. ive asked like almost everyone i know in school in my classes on whether i was fat. the standard answer that i got was 'amanda! youre cheeks are getting fatter!' like agggh. i started whining after that just before maths classes started. even my sister and cousin agree that im chubbier. you know how you ask guys on how you look and they always somehow try to tell you the good stuff you want to hear and omit out the bad stuff you dont wish to hear. well, somehow the guys here in canning college are different. way different. heck. you ask them whether youre getting chubbier, just hoping for a decent guy to answer you 'NO WAY. youre still pretty' but that didnt seem the case for these lads. it was more of like ' AMANDA! YOURE CHEEKS ARE GETTING CHUBBIER!' (at this point they try to point their point by pinching your cheeks)
seriously, guys like these arent worth your time to be wasted upon. they cant complement you for nuts. i know your parents might have told you that you shouldnt tell the black lie well not even a white one to begin with, but there are certain things we have to lie about. like, a woman's age or her weight.
weight. thats my issue. and yes, im a woman, or though i thought so i was ever since i was born. i had more than enough workout today. i already had a full body tone down with all the running and chasing and stepping on guys' feet. somehow everyone seems attracted to those green converse i have on my feet. like theres nothing special about it and yet they just love stepping on it. well you know me, i love fun. so we just ended up wrestling as in really pure wrestling. ( okay fine. i cheated- i poked them in the sides a couple of time) although he caught up to me after we ran one round around the chemistry car park lots. hey the best way to win is to know your enemies' weakness H AHA. he had a height advantage to i used the bench before he stepped on it also.
i think all this shoe stepping is making me tired. and wow, it really trains up your reflexes to your opponent's next move. he didnt get me a couple of times only to slam his feet right onto the hard pavement. HA HA sucker. for a short girl i have short legs which somehow is a good thing for this.
my chemistry teacher thinks im a bully. he came up to us with everyone else laughing while the both of us were panting.
'amanda, dont you go bullying the guys. '
secretly laughing and smiling
'hey i didnt (shakes head)!'
'oh no, frank youre so right'
'she's always bullys us.'
(stupid shayma had to barge in that this point)
'hey i didnt!'
'since when?'
now everyone thinks i bully guys. hey i dont okay. im just not your typical kind of girly girl. im a tomboy at heart HA HA . my campmates all agree well somehow, my orientation friends also. everyone says im rough for a girl. 'hey im not' i promise you that. i just talk loud and play more.
