Acne thunderstorm!

I was talking to some people at the gym when someone came to check in. I was shocked to see that face. Not because that face belongs to the evil witch, but because it really looked like one! She had red acne on her face, bumpy ones with puss showing! Urgh! I could have sworn it came with a crooked nose and a big wart! Haaaha! And remembering what someone said about your face reflects what's in your heart... Ahem, need I say more?

Oh, yeah, that reminded me of what happened yesterday. I was in belly dance class, after a whole month break for puasa. Halfway through class, I felt like someone was watching me so I looked out. The studio has glass walls so everyone can look inside, or outside, depending where you are. What I saw was, the witch watching us, hunching her already rounded back (her best friend pointed this out earlier, ye), carrying a book and had a towel covering her head. Honestly, I know this is mean, but combined with what I saw just now, she's right out of Disney's villain character videos! Oohhh, evil comes to life! Scarry... NOT!

By the way, when she stood outside the studio, many people noticed. Some even asked why my friend was looking like that. Like how, I don't know. But I felt like slapping them for calling her my friend. Just because we're Malay and we talked, a loooonng time ago, they think we're friends? If only they had known what she had done. I wanted to tell them, but nevermind, better keep them out of this. Let them find out on their own, if they're destined to find out.

Now I wonder why she stood there to watch. Maybe she suddenly took interest in belly dancing? Puh-lease! What happened to "belly dancers bodies are not nice, because they have flab on the belly"? Oh, wait, maybe the boyfriend loves belly dance. So, everything for the toy boy, huh? Whatever. (Sorry, Adrian, but that really looks like the case.)

Now, wait, was she really standing there to watch, or to put more jinx on me? Or my belly dance friends? Because she saw I was enjoying myself in class. I mean, come on, that the whole point of dancing isn't it? Why bother dance if you don't feel the rythm in your heart? Oh well, fact is, I really did enjoy yesterday's class! And to know we're having a full dress party soon? YEAY!

Ok, so back to my story. Maybe she wanted to see me gloomy all the time, and she was cursing my belly dance instructor for making me smile! Shit, that means another person could suffer. Dang it!

Hurmmm, maybe all this while, the reason is simply to make me sad. Because she's jealous this fat girl is liked by others. She did point out that she hates to be fat because people hate fat people. But I've been proving her wrong. So she wanted to make things go her way. That fat people should live alone on an island? That's why she worked hard to win that guy's heart? The one I cared about? He's only complimentary, a bonus to her lonely old wicked heart, in her effort to making me depressed?

Well, tough luck bitch. You messed with the wrong person. I'm enjoying myself better now than I have ever been. Give it up, already!