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Exams make you fat

You know what is the best way to gain weight? Go immerse yourself in exams. No exercise, no nothing, just eat, study, sleep, almost like a sedentary pig. And you'll be able to bombard yourself excuses like, "I need this to stay awake so I can study" or "it's alright, this will give me energy". Worse, "I'll just binge now and lose weight like mad after this(which of course, never comes to past)". In the name of fluffy clouds and maple syrup bunnies, I'm so terrified of the scale now, because I do not know which radio station will come up when I step on it.

Chemistry paper was screwed, like, screwed to the point the screw breaks. I left out one whole essay question, please tell me I did not lose 10 marks. No, shut up. It just happened that the clock was moving faster than usual, don't blame me, I did my best(?). Almost in the juxtaposition of the minute I left the hall, I felt like getting drunk by drinking up hydrochloric acid, sodium hydoxide and maybe ethanoic acid from the chemistry lab one floor down. And I stayed up a whole night doing the ten-years series!? I need to numb myself with a gallon maple syrup flushing down my throat. This whole prelims is death I tell you, seriously, I've never done worse. It'd be like, term 2 to term 3, massive super steep gradient in results then prelim becomes some landslide from Mount Bunny I tell you. Yes, that is the tallest mountain on Earth, you shut up, it really is.

This is seriously major suckass. It feels like a suicide attempt, except that it is a failed suicide - whereby not only do you live with physical injuries, you end up in jail. This is fail I tell you, just like being licked by a dog with rabies, this is fail. I'm going to bitch about the world now. My er, fleshiness, my impending kismet with epiphany of my unglamourous results. Like, totally unglamorous, give me make-up please, more, more. Alright, that sidetracking was so undramatic, so not me.

Disclaimer, from here onwards, it is not very intriguing to read.

I recently had the song, "Time of My Life" replaying all over my mind again. It just unleashes all those setbacks like an endless avalanche, huge impact. Am I just foolhardily pressing on blindly, or truly is this feasible? I cannot pull myself back anymore, because I believe in faith. Still, it never fails to shake me skeptical. Is this truly faith, or just blatant, blind stubbornness? I looked at that letter, the words seemingly just font 12 but it seems to scream out to me like font 12 x 10^5423642753650 or something. It blinds me, but I always say, no matter what, I can, I really can. Because like the lyric says, "holding onto things and vanished them to the air left me in pieces, but now I'm rising from the ashes", poignantly epitomizing my situation, but then it says - "find my wings and that I needed was there all along within my reach, as close as the beat of my heart". It just reminds me, and I allowing these things to obscure my vision of my dream? Perhaps, I am a fool, a very obstinate one. But I chose to think I'm just being obdurately inexorable, because the best is yet to be.

Lord, through the odds, I still stubbornly choose to believe - and that is what You taught me to do, to have the faith to believe. I believe in miracles, against impossibilities and hopelessness, I am Your Son. Make it all worthwhile, because I know you will. It will be the time of my life, because my vision is not just a vision, but the mental manifestation of what is about to be. I've decided to be a steward of Your Glory Lord, allow me to be Your Beacon and share Your Miracles as I show them the omnipotent reality of faith.

I'll fight, I'll fight.

Rebellion against hibernation, part II

Apparently, it's been 2 consecutive days since I last slept. Yes, worship me. Blargh, physics paper was like, doing photocopied worksheets of the ten years series. Like, why did I sacrifice my sleep for it? Oh well, at least on the brighter note, I'd have less to study for "O" levels.

Right now, I'm like sinning in vertex gulping a seemingly very innocent can of orange soda. It's been ages since I ever ravaged on sodas, being almost Nazi about calories and such, so much I think I'm being deprived of teenage life. Alright, since it's just science pratical papers tomorrow, it means I don't have to feed my brain to the books. Therefore, I shall perform for you a serious ranting about certain people today.

Have you ever seen people with bodies that appear to be manifestations of anorexia? Of course you have, as have all of us. But it remains one of the top 10 most humanly acidulous things that these people - yes, the stick people - actually binge like they're Michael Phelps, who burns a thousand calories per hour with his god-like schedule of herculean energy expenditure. Michael Phelps eats more than 12,000 calories a day, and normal humans, like me(yes, normal = phat and pork-like) actually need less than 2,000 calories a day - anymore and it's weight gain. And the serious irk is that, these anorexic-body-colossal-digestive-machines spend only a nano-fraction of their life on exercising. O my God in heaven hear my plea, why hath thou createth my stomach unlike they?

One such example would be the very petite little Japanese lass called Gal Sone. A picture speaks a thousand words. What about videos - a.k.a., moving pictures?



My heart is impaled in the depths of envy, words alone suffice not my jealousy. O the spirits of air, hear me thee, let the unfairness not to be.

Updates, finally, yes.

Alright, it's been seriously ages since I last blog. But you cannot blame a very innocent little school boy for being so busy with his studies can you? It appears that the exams have developed for me a very sick and perverted pleasure - I'm actually starting to enjoy studying. Serious, I'm so not lying I tell you.

And that's the catch isn't it? When you start enjoying the subject, you enjoy studying the subject and it ain't such a chore anymore, you dig? Yes, seriously applaud for my attainment of nirvana.

The exams also directed me to the discovery of caffeine. It might be there all along, but I've just been ignoring it, but this substance is magic, no joke. A cup of black coffee, two dollops of sugar, a very hyperactive Sae that had unearthly amounts of energy. I haven't slept for a whole night, and yet I'm still feeling energetic, how amazing is that thing? I've decided to make black coffee and obscene amounts of sugar my best friends for these few weeks. Blargh, that's good diet too, caffeine increases metabolism ((:

And these days, I'm craving to run for no apparent reason as well. I think I'm having male PMS. Hugs, bolsters, conversations, chocolates, even tofu - these random cravings just ambush me in the middle of the night and leave me whining for them, victimizing me and leaving me unglamourous as can be. I cannot understand that jelly up in my skull seriously, what is it doing to me!?

I'm seriously allowing myself to waste time today, because I'm actually blogging. It was a irresistable urge stimulated by the keyboard towards my fingers, triggering the receptors to send nervous impulses to the central nervous system via the sensory neurones, whereby the brain, upon receiving the impulses relayed over by the relay neurones from the sensory neurones send nerve impulse via the motor neurone back towards my fingers, the effectors, which respond in this very sacred piece of blog post. Yes, I love biology ((:

So, kids, he who is shameless shall now say good bye to kiss his books' asses. Remember to stay up late and kill some bunnies!


Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more.

Dr. Meredith Grey
Grey's Anatomy