Makeover: Part 1

its 10am in the morning.

i tak keluar awal. cuz i know some marathon thingies is going on through the city centre. jalan tutup here and there. i don't do marathon. i might be participate in first aid team. or join amoi2 yang passing-passing drinking water tu. cuci mata pun ya. tengok bebola abang runner berayun. snap snap. mampu?

i had 2 banana and some tea. i can't tolerate caffeine anymore. gives me massive headache. and its so gona rosakkan my precious Sunday.

i'm so going to the gym today. Marissa cakap body i tak proportioned. tetek besar. bontot takda. i punya la bediri depan cermin. ada la dalam 400-500 kali posing. iya jugak. kaki i macam buluh. kalau kene langgar, senang2 je i jadik macam Manisha Koirala dalam cerita 'Mann'.

kenapa eh?

i bukan duduk ngangkang sajork keje nya. kerja type yang jalan sana sini. kaki TETAP takde shape pun. perlu kah i call Kevin Zahri untuk problem ni? i call dia melarat ke bende lain karang. kann.

"come la join the gym. you'll possessed legs like mine in a jiffy" Marissa show off.

i said no. not yet. months ago. and now I'm regretting it. LEPASNI NAK PAKAI JUBAH+BURQA JA! tutu semua! mandi dekat swimming pool pon pakai Burqini instead of bikinis! ttibe.

i sampai rumah.

Ma takda. Pa lagi la takda. kucing je ada.

masuk bilik. lock the door.

i strip over.
depan cermin. tengok lagi skali.

i can pull out my tummy. 2-3 cm protrudes out.
my boobs and my pectorals muscle takdak tone. push-up bras do all the tricks.
flat ass.
skinny leg. hairy. i need waxing. immediately.
pouchbags. under my arms.

berjangkit. mata starts scanning my whole body. pushing-pusing. blaming myself. kenapa ex boyfriend cari lain. kenapa takda orang dekat. tipu lah kalau kata 'takda kena mengena dengan physical attractions'. mengarut. its all about physical baby.

my hair. tah jadi pesen apa tah.
my eyebags.
kening besepah.
kaki busuk. pakai rubber shoes lama sangat.
i smell macam Dettol antiseptic all the time.


i weight myself. plus 2 kg. i tap my head. slightly kick the penimbang away. then i timbang again. just to make sure.

26, ugly, and forever alone. i can't complain much. its my fault. i aint obsess to be cantik pun. tapi bila dah macam ni. nak nanges.

i baca some article, a wife yang struggling to look good. for her husband. beli susu macam2. beli corset ribu2. turn 5 kilo. tup tup tau husband dah kawin laen. sial ek?

makeover, starts now.
Marissa, i need your mulut puaka to challenge me to do all those shits and stuff. untok i konfiden catwalk depan Pavilion TOPLESS.




Love, MarkisaImran.