WHAT CAN I DO?

....Happy Birthday Farrah....


Here's a little story about my physical being that never seem to go away.

It will normally be initiated by something like this:

Friend 1: "You know, you should eat more, dear. Remember what happened during that book expo."

Friend 2 by now puzzled and eager to hear more.

Friend 1: "Hey, tell her about that incident! She's not heard about it right?"

Friend 2: "Yeah, what happened during the book expo?"

When I first told the story to my friends, they were rolling on the floor laughing. I thought it was silly too. Nowadays, the story has lost it's charm but people still remind me about it. I don't know why.

So, there was a book expo held in the city one day ages ago. I decided to go since I had nothing better to do then. The place was packed, hot and I was exchanging sweat with everybody I brushed with along the corridors.

The exhibitors were handing out flyers to every passerby. Because of the high volume of people turning up that day you have to stop in your path now and then to give way to others. One particular booth I stopped at was a supplier of school books.

"Miss, would you like to buy books for *SPM?"

I just smiled at him, declined and told him I wasn't doing my SPM.

I was about to move on, when he quickly got out another flyer, "Well, we DO have *PMR books!"

"Well, I'm not taking PMR either."

"Oh, really?"

Yes. Really. I was in varsity that time. I just explained to him quickly and thanked him.

Whooopsss! He looked apologetic. I said it was no big deal.

I was amused. Is it that I didn't dress like I should be? Everybody loves a comfortable T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Not going to stear away from that. In a way, it was almost like a compliment. I wasn't actually offended or blaming the guy for trying to be of help and promoting his stuff. An innocent mistake that can be simply remedied through training on how to approach people more tactfully.

Of course I didn't (attempt to) grow any taller in the next few days and I don't think I would be anymore anyways.

I know I can only eat what my body allows, although I must admit I love food. I have a small tank. In any case, I just know that it's going to be a problem when there's an eating challenge in The Amazing Race.

Speaking of The Amazing Race, anyone fancy being my partner?


*PMR and SPM are 2 major exams in Malaysia's education system. You have to pass your PMR in 3rd form before you continue secondary school and sit for your SPM in 5th form.