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The constant reminder that they are a waste of time. I can barely stand them anymore. Was fidgety and fiesty the whe time. OMG. I thought it was just Hid. But then.......or maybe it was just me la.

But I really don't have to stand up to your level. Low level also low level lor. Tak pasal. Nothing to prove to orang "atas". You were afterall the one who said, I am who I am. Not what people say I am.

Oh wellllllllllll~

Here's a pic of my ever so big upper arm. Big, but still not enough to call biceps.