wasting light

summary

1) got my foo fighters’ album like finally
2) buffet
3) 2 big bowls of ice cream
4) gorilla walk

meh

all over.

we make many stupid decisions that we most often regret at some point of our life.

my stupid decision made me went through so much torture but little did i know that it was a blessing in disguise. it was like a free weight chained to your ankle for many, many months only to be unshackled right now.

…

who am i kidding, i’m still under that damn torture, if the stupid decision did anything it was to add more misery to my already troubled mind.

however, i believe that it’ll be all over sooner or later.

moving on, there’s something which will be over today.

that is my brutal 6 week diet which almost killed me.

before the holidays my tummy was getting bigger and bigger to the extent that i cannot look at myself in the mirror, that’s why i set a challenge for myself, get rid of the tummy by the end of the holidays.

i failed the challenge but then again it did become smaller.

the diet was hell during the first 2 weeks.

literally hell.

a brief insight to what i have been eating everyday for the past 6 weeks.

meal 1 : 3 eggs and a slice of plain multi-grain bread (which tasted like shit)

meal 2 : chicken breast

meal 3 : chicken breast

meal 4 : more chicken breast

meal 5 : a casein protein shake (which taste like sewer water)

and if you’re thinking like ‘OH CHICKEN BREAST LIKE CHICKEN RICE KIND RIGHT?!’

my god you are so wrong.

PS : it has no taste at all. it is boiled with only water, plain with no seasoning, just the damn chicken breast in the damn water.

first week i was dying.

second week i was half-dying.

third week i got used to the diet.

fourth week onwards, if i see oil on my food = instant turnoff, which means i have incorporated myself into the diet so good i cannot eat anything else.

the results? 64kg to 58kg in 6 weeks. if you do the math, it’s losing 1kg per week.

and of course, this comes with intense exercise also. and when i say intense, it’s fucking intense.

now i feel faster, happier and healthier. hell i can jog (or play soccer) for 4 hours non-stop, exercise everyday without feeling fatigue and i feel more alert.

so overall, i’m satisfied. not happy, just satisfied.

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i’m still waiting.

11

thank god

every year, there’s this period called ‘results collection day’

every year, a week before that day i’ll tell myself that i’ll be screwed for this exam and i’m gonna fail for sure.

yeah i’m really sure, i calculated the best possible score and it’s below the passing grade.

but somehow, someway, i manage to pass, sometimes even scoring pretty high.

i won’t brag about how smart i am today, because i know i’m not.

this semester is the one that i thought that i’ll finally fail for sure. guaran-damn-teed.

yes it’s you MIEC.

i’ve already prepared for the worst, watching inception like 2 times to pass time from 2am to 6am for the results (yes the results releases at 6am instead of 9am), and then it was 6am.

i clicked, i saw, i went speechless.

i passed.

although my cumulative GPA went down, the main point being : i passed.

the reason why i chose to show my elation here is simply because no one reads my blog and it’s just a personal space for me to express my feelings as there’s no other way for me to do so emotionally and mentally, with working out being physically.

i sincerely hope that every single one of my classmates pass, i know they will, and i want to be with them in the same class next semester, not with anyone else, because they’re that damn awesome.

to end off, i would like to thank god for continuously providing me these miracles even though i don’t deserve it.

i guess reading the bible when i was 7 paid off. and no i’m not christian.

P.S. god bless my friends, they’re in thailand and i heard there’s an earthquake there, i’ll be praying for their safety.

P.P.S. i’m not a preacher.

P.P.P.S. i’m just like that during periods which involves examination stuff, being with me during other periods = a whole different side of me.

P.P.P.P.S. take care in thailand

fucked up day

firstly, my water bottle leaked while i was on the way home.

there goes my bag.

secondly, my cowon s9 mp3 player got drenched in the water and i can’t turn it on.

there goes my $350 mp3 player.

there goes all of my FLAC files which i transfered from the previous computer.

there goes 15gb of songs.

thirdly, i charged my mp3 player hoping to revive it, only to know that charging it while its wet will only result in eternal death of the mp3 player.

there goes my mp3 player, forever.

fourthly, after some advice from my friends, burying the mp3 player in rice would help as the rice would absorb the water in the mp3 player.

there goes my rice.

fifthly, the leftover pizza got invaded by ants.

there goes my guilty pleasure of the day.

sixthly, my rock band drums fucked up and it’s not in sync with the audio and video anymore.

there goes my source of venting my anger.

seventhly (there’s no such word), i’m on a terrible losing streak of whatever games i’m playing

there goes my source of entertainment.

eightly (again there’s no such word), my shampoo and facial wash finished.

there goes my money, oh wait, i have none left.

fuck it man.

my life sux

i’m rotting at home without a part time job.

damn it

no matter what happens

it doesn’t matter if you screwed up your bstats test.

it doesn’t matter if you injured your neck.

it doesn’t matter if you fell sick.

it doesn’t matter if you accidentally make your cousin cry.

it doesn’t matter if you stayed up till 2.15am in the morning just to be disappointed.

it doesn’t matter if you got screwed by karma over and over again.

it doesn’t matter if you are getting dragged down by the world.

it doesn’t matter if you have 3 tests coming your way and you feel you’re gonna be screwed.

it doesn’t matter if you get a C for your report.

it doesn’t matter if you have absolutely no chance in anything.

it doesn’t matter if you got betrayed by a shameless self-pandering, hypocritical parasite of a ‘friend’

because no matter what happens, life goes on.

and i am ready to take on everything.

ALOYSIUS! YOU’RE GONNA OWN THE THREE REMAINING TEST, GO OUT OF THE EXAMINATION HALL AND ROCK THE HOLIDAYS SO HARD YOU’RE GONNA DIE IN AWESOMENESS!

SELF-MOTIVATE!

FOR THE LOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

wrong timing probably, i’m gonna sleep now.

so next time i feel demotivated i can always go into my blog and pump myself up.

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

today WAS a bad day

reached school and got ‘played’, but i think i overreacted on that one.

dropped food on my crotch, got my whole pants wet.

fell sick.

shoulder still not okay.

i was about to sleep to end this screwed up day but when i turned on the TV.

i saw triple H and undertaker staring down each other. one is the man i want to become, one is the man who got me into wrestling.

then i turned on my computer and found out the foo fighter’s new single is out.

EARGASMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

then i realised white limo was out too.

MORE EARGASMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

TODAY IS AWESOME!

time for soccer later

call me crazy but

i don’t want the holidays to come.

nominee for worst day awards 2011

background information : for some reason which i cannot remember yesterday, i started scolding karma and asked her to come and find me today. and today, she did find me alright. she also sent me numerous warnings to never mess around with her today.

1) woke up today having a terrible sore throat. okay that was partially my fault for eating and drinking the wrong things.

2) dropped a 22.5kg dumbbell on my feet. thank god nothing serious happened.

3) was getting dressed for school and i found out i forgot to bring my hair wax along with me to the gym.

4) waited for a taxi for 10 minutes and went out of the queue because there was no taxi coming, and the moment i left a huge group of taxis started coming.

5) started queuing again and i found out i did not have enough cash. major FML moment.

6) was trying to rush to the train and i was stopped by the MRT security for a bag check because apparently wearing a black attire and carrying 2 huge grey bags makes you look suspicious.

7) THE SANDWICH WHICH I DROPPED ON THE FLOOR FML

8) THE SANDWICH WITH SO LITTLE EGG AND SO MANY VEGETABLE

9) was running for the bus until i slipped and god my ankle feels like hell now.

10) my bladder was about to burst in the bus, alighted at my mrt stop and all the toilets were being cleaned. i had to hold in my pee for another 30 minutes.

in conclusion, fml.

with the holidays coming soon

six weeks of no school, six weeks of total freedom, six weeks where all hell could break loose.

last semester break, this happened.

yes i’m talking about my ridiculous mushroom shaped hair. but god damn it i miss it so much, took me 3 months to achieve the color effect that i wanted only to be shaven off because of a stupid bet.

anyway i’m back from a few months hiatus to post this because my bed time is in 20 mins and i got nothing better to do, so i’ll update you guys on my very not-so-interesting life.

and better still, i’ll do it in point form! thanks to jericho’s KISS.

not KISS the rock band with the heavy make up, not KISS the exclaimed version of kiss but KISS the Keep It Simple, Stupid.

1) i gained weight
2) i met an awesomely cool teacher who said he’ll show me around NYC someday, although i don’t see it happening =/
3) i’m a failure in parkour
4) i tore my pants while swimming yesterday
5) i lost weight
6) i got introduced to barney stinson
7) got backstabbed
8) backstabbed back
9) i learnt that hiphop is not my thing
10) i also learnt that kpop is going to be no longer my thing
11) rock 4ever
12) my little cousins are not scared of me anymore
13) kergen has a cute girl as a neighbour
14) i still continued my 1 month 1 hairstyle discipline
15) MIEC sucks
16) being friends with your lecturers are actually beneficial
17) i actually had a happy valentine’s day this year
18) i have not touched soft drinks for nearing 2 months
19) i learnt that i’m actually a very useless asshole which leads to
20) still 10 and counting

i have already decided what i want to do during the six weeks of holidays. and no i’m not gonna do it in point form again.

i wanna earn some cash.
i wanna just chill.
i wanna have some quiet time alone, like an outcast.
i wanna take back the above sentence.
i wanna travel.
i wanna workout so hard my balls will shrink and i’ll be bedridden for the rest of the 5 weeks.
i wanna open a 6 week long party
i wanna see a foo fighters show.
i wanna become buff
i wanna be superior to all the others
i wanna be ‘the one’
i wanna see wrestlemania 27 live
i wanna