Sunday, September 24, 2006
♥ Anorexia

John Tucker Must Die is a pretty good show. I'll rate Hahahaha, that's 4 Has out of 5 Has. Lol.

Came home last night at around 8.30pm and I was still feeling full although I hardly ate throughout the day. (I think Sakae takes one lag day to realise it's in me, that's why I'm feeling full only one day after eating that much.) So anyway, I couldn't quite eat dinner, and my eldest sister thought I was anorexic.

She just came over suddenly and told me I wasn't eating enough. So I told her I'm feeling full. And she asked me if I ate dinner already, and I told her no. And then she told me this was exactly what happened to her when she was suffering from anorexia.

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I always knew my siblings and I weren't close enough. But how can she think I'm anorexic?! I thought the whole world knew my love for food is almost half as much as my love for Jay.

So I put on my most serious face (although I felt like laughing because someone thinks I'm anorexic) because otherwise she'll think I'm not being serious, and said, "I am not anorexic." But no, she didn't believe me. She went on to tell me how she refused to admit she was suffering from anorexia initially and her condition only got worse. And how she felt like vomitting all the time but nothing ever came out because, duh, she didn't have anything to vomit out.

And then she insisted that I admit I have anorexia because the first stage to treatment is understanding of your own condition.

So I just stared at her while she rant on and on for half an hour about the horror of anorexia and how she managed to recover from it and how I should seek consultation as early as possible. And I didn't know what to say. Because if I tell her I AM NOT suffering from anorexia, she'll go on telling me admitting to it is the first step to recovery. But, recovery to what??

And I can't possibly tell her I AM SUFFERING FROM ANOREXIA so that she'll believe I'm not since anorexic people don't admit they're anorexic. She'll probably grab me and send me off to the nearest hospital around. And she'll be delighted because she saved her little sister from probable harm that the scary A might bring. Haa.

After half an hour, she shoved me a bar of KitKat and insist that I eat it to prove that I'm not anorexic. So I ate it. And she went "Oh". And I held back the Fuck that I so wanted to say in her face for wasting 35 minutes of my precious time alive.

I swear the next time I see her I'll just grab whatever food there is around me and eat it in the shortest time possible, to save her the trouble of recounting her dark days when A troubled her.

Uh. In case you're confused, I'm not suffering from anything but my sister thinks I'm suffering from anorexia so I ate a KitKat to prove that I'm not. Yah, that's the summary.

People, it's 35 days to Onana! Aren't you excited? I AM SO EXCITED. I can't wait for it to be all over so that I can give my textbooks away and PARTY ALL THE WAY.

Today's Sunday and there's lots on the To-Do list. I'm supposed to remind all Fourones to bring their signed results slip and their testimonials tomorrow. And I've to remember to bring $35 for prom. And I'm supposed to bring Jay out for a walk. AH NO. Pet tortoises don't need walks. Oh, and I've to pack the table behind me which is going to collapse anytime due to the weight on it.

Feel like going back to sleep. -_-

Mum just asked if I want icecream. And of course I said yes. And then she told me there's none in the house HAHA. -_- Tell me, is my mother the only retarded one around?

Okay, there is icecream actually. She was hala-ing me. TSK.

Bye!