weep.
been reading Jemima J, a very jaunty novel. Thanks to my dearest Huda! She told me abt this bk and instantly im glued! From then, i've been reading it countless times. Close friends who knows me well..yeah..i can't live without this book. Food to my soul? Good for the soul purpose. i shall weep. Am i into that? I try not to relate the story line with my life story. Just cant help. Few similarities. Jemima was fat. "Bored, fat and unhappy" Jemima Jones is a hack writer on a small London paper, whose weight precludes both promotion (which she richly deserves, because she's smart) and getting together with the man of her dreams: kind, modest and gorgeous reporter Ben Williams. Funny part was, Jemima actually doctored a photo of what she would look like if she were thin. Hillarious! Yes she was corresponding online with a LA gym owner..and of course she didnt confess the truth about her physique. oh man! why why why? Now..now ..now..society..was there an answer to dat? And so its all abt social acceptance? well, Jemima joins a gym, goes on a diet and even becomes a blonde and real svelte! ha ha! and so how can i not relate to this? i join the gym, i had a crush..and yes.. crush oh c'mon its a norm.. don't u haf a crush even once in a lifetime? and i do haf a pic which an ole fren transformed me into the tiny minute me. hillarious, i tell you. but nah..i won't upload it. forget it. ok so back about Jemima J. She goes to the gym.. yeah so do i. She had a crush and yeah so do i. She lost weiight and became a real gorgeous svelte.. nah. bah. failed mission for me. I lost that few stones. I blushed beet red. Gee, I thot, this feels familiar. That's when it hit me: This was practically the opening scene in my romance novel!!! My crush did comment that i did lose wt. I managed to sashay infront of my ex and his family members. That was it. I was elated to bits. But then, i took things for granted. A slacker. Lazy. Then, life was just solely being happy. Thus, there was no hard work. Now, regrets. What? regrets? oh c'mon. Chin UP! never too late. yada yada yada. and so to speak. miracle just stopped there. It's back to square one. and so i stretched my hand. dust off the JJ book and began to read again. and i weep. so can i realli be like JJ? she lost weight.. she married a man of her dreams. n she wept. i weep. and i weep.
watching touching trailers. makes me weep. watching kuch kuch hota hai do make me weep. even watching that DBS trailer where the gal got married to that gorgeous hunk..ma tied her hair..friends knocked her door. and so the groom kissed her. they got the DBS cash voucher or was it credit card? bah. makes me weep. im a sentimentalist. emotionalist.
pardon me.
blabber when im sick.
excuse me now..
for i have to weep.
bah.
been reading Jemima J, a very jaunty novel. Thanks to my dearest Huda! She told me abt this bk and instantly im glued! From then, i've been reading it countless times. Close friends who knows me well..yeah..i can't live without this book. Food to my soul? Good for the soul purpose. i shall weep. Am i into that? I try not to relate the story line with my life story. Just cant help. Few similarities. Jemima was fat. "Bored, fat and unhappy" Jemima Jones is a hack writer on a small London paper, whose weight precludes both promotion (which she richly deserves, because she's smart) and getting together with the man of her dreams: kind, modest and gorgeous reporter Ben Williams. Funny part was, Jemima actually doctored a photo of what she would look like if she were thin. Hillarious! Yes she was corresponding online with a LA gym owner..and of course she didnt confess the truth about her physique. oh man! why why why? Now..now ..now..society..was there an answer to dat? And so its all abt social acceptance? well, Jemima joins a gym, goes on a diet and even becomes a blonde and real svelte! ha ha! and so how can i not relate to this? i join the gym, i had a crush..and yes.. crush oh c'mon its a norm.. don't u haf a crush even once in a lifetime? and i do haf a pic which an ole fren transformed me into the tiny minute me. hillarious, i tell you. but nah..i won't upload it. forget it. ok so back about Jemima J. She goes to the gym.. yeah so do i. She had a crush and yeah so do i. She lost weiight and became a real gorgeous svelte.. nah. bah. failed mission for me. I lost that few stones. I blushed beet red. Gee, I thot, this feels familiar. That's when it hit me: This was practically the opening scene in my romance novel!!! My crush did comment that i did lose wt. I managed to sashay infront of my ex and his family members. That was it. I was elated to bits. But then, i took things for granted. A slacker. Lazy. Then, life was just solely being happy. Thus, there was no hard work. Now, regrets. What? regrets? oh c'mon. Chin UP! never too late. yada yada yada. and so to speak. miracle just stopped there. It's back to square one. and so i stretched my hand. dust off the JJ book and began to read again. and i weep. so can i realli be like JJ? she lost weight.. she married a man of her dreams. n she wept. i weep. and i weep.
watching touching trailers. makes me weep. watching kuch kuch hota hai do make me weep. even watching that DBS trailer where the gal got married to that gorgeous hunk..ma tied her hair..friends knocked her door. and so the groom kissed her. they got the DBS cash voucher or was it credit card? bah. makes me weep. im a sentimentalist. emotionalist.
pardon me.
blabber when im sick.
excuse me now..
for i have to weep.
bah.
