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Fuhhhhhhhh!!

This was my first expression.

When I finally read the last word on the last sentence.

Of that wonderful book I mentioned before.

Eat..Pray..Love.

The book is awesome!

Thank you Mr BF for getting me one.

While reading this book for the past 3 weeks.

(Quite disappointed of myself for dragging too long.

I really didn’t have the time.)

A lot of miracles actually happened.

Most of them were some experiences that I personally had.

Happened sometimes before I actually reached some pages.

That made me think

“Hey I know how it feels!”

Or

“Sounds familiar!!”

Or worse.

Like few times I texted Mr BF.

“It`s getting spookier!!”

Was something actually telling me something?

Hahaha.

Wallahualam.

I love the way she wrote.

The way she made it so interesting.

And more exciting to know that those things.

Have actually happened to her.

In real life.

How cool could that be?

From having a miserable life.
She ate a lot in Italy.

She went on to get a self realization.

Went into meditation in India and fell in love.

On that spectacular island, Bali!!

How I wish I could have that wonderful life.

But I don’t think I could bare with the painful life she had earlier on.

Well.

This book has taught me a lot.

On how to be a better person.

On how to love myself and others.

On how to accept my destiny with an open heart.

And most of all on how to be balanced.

But as usual.

Things are easier said than done.

I could say that I do understand.

But I am pretty much sure that it`s gonna be like hell.

Implementing them.

Elizabeth Gilbert herself went through some serious turbulences.

To get what she has now.

Bak kata Pak Sudin kat depan skolah.

Dalam cite Pendekar Bujang Lapok.

“Berapa lama diorang trainingggg????”

I admit that I have an endless list of desires.

Also list of food I`d like to consume all the times.

Out of the gluttony.

Alasan kukuh saya.

“ I`m craving for this.

Kalau tak dapat nanti I tak bley tido.

Bla bla bla .”

Palotak la kan?

But one thing I noticed about myself is.

When I look at others.

Having good lives abroad.

With collections of meleleh-air-liur-collections of designers arm candies.

All I thought to myself was

“ Bestnyaaaaa.

Mesti dia happy.

Kalau laaaa dapat life macam tu!”

And I thank God that I never had this thought of

“Bagus sangat ke dia dapat tu?

Apsal dia dapat aku tak dapat?”

Or similar things.

I really thank the Almighty for that.

Alhamdulillah.

On the other hand.

Things are getting worse on the ways and the amount of food.

I am consuming lately.

Told you guys already.

Gluttony.

I doubt I could fit into my jeans again.

Spent 2 nights at Mama`s.

And I saw a scale beside my bro`s bed when I passed by.

The very gatal-ness in me forced me.

I went over.

To weight myself even when I knew I have expended a lil bit.

Horizontally.

How I wish I have expended vertically.

Haizzzz.

So then I saw these numbers in front of me.

I was so furious.

I knew numbers hated me.

But they could go easy on me for a bit rite?

I saw 54 came up.

Shaittttttttttttttttttttttssssssssssss!!

Oups.

Sorry God.

Then I started whining and whining to Mama.

While eating and munching and drinking and eating.

I told Mama I would be on diet by then.

That was when I grabbed a pack on Subway  Teriyaki sandwich.

Bought by Mr Congo earlier.

And started my operation toward them.

And today.

When I have been telling people that I`d start my diet.

I found out that I got my menstruation.

Which was a week late btw.

I told my colleague about it.

And suddenly.

Another colleague PM-ed me saying.

“Delivery is on the way!”

That was when I received some samosas and a vadae.

Sent right to my room.

I looked at them in fear and said to myself

“No.”

While finding myself munching them like no one`s business.

And the next second I blinked my eyes.

There was none left.

Felt guilty enough.

I headed to the washroom to wash my hand.

To find another plastic bag full of samosas.

On the pantry table.

And right there and then.

I cancelled my washroom trip.

And walked back to my room with another set of samosa.

:(

P/S: I am aiming for my second book of Liz Gilbert`s.

         Committed.

         I`ll pray hard that I`ll get a gift again.

         Hahaha.