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Saturday, July 29, 2006


A bugger who lives 5 floors below my flat asks me the same nasty question every chance he gets.

"You still exercising or not ar? You not walking nowadays?"
Annoying means he pretends to be concerned about my weight, acting all sombre when asking this, and then sniggering to himself when I reply.

"No la. haha."
3:[ (<-that is an angry smiley, which makes it an angrey)

Which is not funny.

Because I estimate, correctly, that he's 3 times my weight. And we're not that neighbourly to discuss my waistline matters. He's asked the same bloody question so many times my answers bore me.



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