::Special entry for those who kept telling me that I'm too fat::
I'm back with new spirit.
Let me paint one of benefits that I've when you called me FAT girl.
I bet you'll be envy and jealous after read this.
Oh ya, I rebuild my self esteem.
There's something that I can do with my own self which I guess
you can't do it even afterlife.
Oh, it's not revenge darling.
This is a reminder for myself.
To love myself and ignore your words which hurt me so much.
::My lovely blood bag - 450 c.c. which equal to 450 mL::
*Can you give that much dear?*
I don't think so.
::Oh ya, my hand looked a bit fat but, whose care?::
I'm donating blood, let the big needle try me,
will you try and have fun with it dear?
::The blood bag almost full::
Do you know how I'm happy do this kind of activity?
You laughed at me when you know I loved it.
Seems I care with your envy laugh?
::450 mL O+ blood that been sent to the hospital::
Oh ya dear, my hemoglobin level that day was 13.4.
Any comment on that?
It's my 6th times dear!
You can called me fat dear.
I don't mind.
But, there's some advantages that I get with this kind of physical.
::The list of total donation by me::
1st - 450 c.c.
2nd - 450 c.c.
3rd - 300 c.c.
4th - 400 c.c.
5th - 450 c.c.
6th - 450 c.c.
P/S : Thanks for calling me fat girl. I'm happy because you mentioned that.
You've been kissed and hugs with Zara's Love!