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Assalamualaikum. We meet again! Three or four days ago or is it last week, (I scarcely remember things in details recently) while me and Bubbs were having a tête-à-tête, I noticed he kept saying about his diet determination. It struck me a lot so I said, “You’re not that fat” and he frazzled, “Sheriel Aizan, I have high blood pressure.” Jaw-dropped.                     We went to register for gym the next day. (It’s definitely a thing now. My Twitter timeline has been flooded with photographs of friends working out with steels and treadmill.) This is without doubt for the sake of friendship and health. People who know me well would come up to say, “ Biar betik Sheriel pergi gym. Lari pusing satu UIA merungut berkajang! ” Liddat. It’s not that everybody else is doing gym to swank, I mean some go for the shaping and guys want the six packs, some consume the protein, some have been...

Assalamualaikum. It is February now, in the mid of it. Having myself wearing with all the sandwich works, I have to admit there were times I wished I could be a couch potato, not having any troubles to sit from 9 am until 6 pm and tell you I had once got nauseating from reading too much, a surreal mix of migraine and fraught. Not funny at all. The on-going efforts to find money have been giving me a lot to learn and those cannot be closely equalled to what my father has done to feed us. Yes, seeing that I should shut the grumps up and be more truthful in what I am doing to live. Entah apa aku tengah cakap. Kerja banyak. Tengok tu, complain lagi.