The New Me

I've been typing this post for quite sometime but couldn't finish it as I was in the middle of exams and at the same time my home internet connection got terminated for some weird reason.

Although most of my friends have already known, I'll write bout it anyway. Bout a month or so, I went under the knife to 'beautify' myself. YES..u heard me right! I had undergone a cosmetic surgery so that (in the hope) more girls will turn their head towards me. So how the surgery changed me? Let the pictures below do the explaining.

Before

After

I'm sure all of you are like this right now

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Haha..sorry. I just couldn't help it. But I did went for a cosmetic surgery...not to alter my face but my thighs (NO..not the thing dangling in between) and my hands.

You see besides giving me life, brain (if you think I have any any) and senses, my dad must have taught, "Hmm..I shall give my only son something special, bonus with no extra charges. And so he passed on to me this something called familial multiple lipomas (don't ask me what it is, I'm too lazy to explain but you can read it here). To cut the crap, I've body is infested with lumps of fat, growing on my hands, stomach and thighs which grew more obvious ever since I started working out. For the information of all those shaking their head profusely either in disbelief or just don't believe me, yes I do work out..once in awhile.

My left hand before the surgery. How many 'ball-ball' can you spot?

And so I got it removed. A grand total of 33 lumps were removed. Even the doctor admitted he became restless removing so many. Poor chap. Currently, my hands looks like I've just been attacked by a knife. The doc asked me to drop by for round 2 during the holiday to extract the remaining lumps.

After the op

During my first appointment with the doctor, he told me "Oh, these lumps no need to worry la. Harmless! Only thing is that girls don't like to hold you hand with these lumps there la."

So since I'm 'free', any volunteers? (Girls only please)