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Nurul Imma Wong
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Griffith Primary [98]
Pasir Ris Primary [98-03]
Tanjong Katong Secondary School [04-07]
Saint Andrews Junior College [08-09]
National University of Singapore [10-]
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    Friday, November 7, 2008

    i love clothes. but i swear they hate me......... :'(
    the pretty one's REFUSE to come in my size. but the 'ah mah' ones seems to be everywhere.

    i cant believe i took almost 1.5hrs to dress up this morning. no wait.

    this happens every weekend. and yet, after throwing all my clothes on the bed, i'll still have to wear my boring plain jane clothes. (if they are even called clothes)

    i cant imagine myself wearning pretty dresses that comes in lace or sleeveless.
    neither can i wear those pretty miniskirts and tights.
    i cant shop at apparel shops my friends go to and the only place i can shop is patheticly limited...
    what? THIS FASHION? some of their clothes dun even fit me.





    when will i get to wear these?

    i'm getting super frustrated over my weight issues. i try to forget them but as much as i do, it keeps haunting me. like everyday, every hour, every minute and every second.

    i'd rather die of thin than die of fat.

    sometimes i hate myself for not accepting me for who i am. but i noe i can change that. i noe i can be slim. but its soooo hard. sometimes, i just wanna give up.

    it sucks when u have to give up most of your favourite food and eat those eeky so called 'healthy' food. it's not nice. and i hate it. but what choice do i have.? and i do exercise! i nv take the lift anymore. and i walk from pasir ris int to my hm (which is abt 20 mins if i walk fast). if i dun do it, i'll nv be thin. and when other girls recall their teenage years, they can say to their children...

    "hey, i used to wear that dress"

    but for me, i'll just say "i've nv worn a dress". WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
    i'm making myself feel worst. haha. please dun comfort me. i'll be ok after 5 mins. i swear. haha. just have to let it all out.

    lurrve!

    PS: at the rate i'm keeping up with this, i shud just publish a novel on the life of a fat teenager.



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