Wake Up Call

Upon waking this morning, I did my usual weighing. Now, I haven’t weighed myself for a couple of days before because I’m always in a hurry or forgetting…

Anyway, when I stepped on the scale, I was more or less 10 POUNDS heavier than before!!! I had to go up and check on a different scale and it still turned out the same weight!

I began to get nervous and kept staring at my waist in the mirror wishing I had a tape measure to measure my girth. I couldn’t imagine what I have eaten that possibly made me to weigh this much.

I began to recall all that I’ve eaten during the past days when I haven’t been watching my weight. Then it must’ve been that I’ve been eating TOO MUCH! I told myself. Out of depression I drank apple juice right out of the carton.

Then I decided I must go on a diet!

I went back in to measure my baseline weight… Then… what do I get? Only 5 pounds heavier than my usual weight! Which is normal if my GI tract’s lazying off. I rechecked and rechecked. Went back to my room and rechecked on my own scale. SAME RESULT EVERYTIME.

Now what the heck happened to the 10 pounds I was seeing earlier? I could not recreate the amount.

Then I started to remember the once Thai horror movie I watched a long time ago when the man was overweight by a hundred pounds without physically looking heavier… only to discover that…

I rather not think about it.

Hello again.

After 5 years of dormancy, I’ve decided to try blogging again. Thanks to my Android phone, I don’t even have to get up to go online on my laptop. 😀

I’ll be micro-blogging this time around, meaning that I’ll be posting short, simple entries.

So until next time!

ENGLISH ESSAY: Annoyance (Tolerable No More)

For all of my life, my few close friends always would come up to me to have a shoulder to lean on, to ask for advices whether they would be on their love lives, personal and academic problems, or just simply narrate to me what happened during their day. They always have trusted me and confided me with their deepest secrets to the point where they feel like we’re almost like family already. Sometimes they say that they like talking to me more than to anybody else. That I’m a person they easily get comfortable with.

But I think they get a little too comfortable though, in my opinion.

I appreciate the fact that they find me a trust-worthy friend to come to in times of trouble; but I just wish they won’t have to be too reliant on me and expect me to shoulder half the burden they carry.

It really gets annoying when somebody becomes too dependent on you and expect you to focus your whole attention on them as if they were your responsibility as well without taking into consideration that you have a life (with many problems as well) of your own. Especially when they give you too much drama too hot to handle and become obsessive-compulsive: it becomes evident and a sure sign that they have to be told off.

Usually when I’ve had it, I would advise them to try to start working on their own problems by themselves. I’d try to put a bit of space then in between (as I’m temporarily socially claustrophobic as of then on). My sub-consciousness calls out, “I need my air, and you’re choking me.” I respond to it and leave it all to my friends to take the hint.

As hurtful and evil as it sounds, if you have any concern for yourself, you’ll act upon it. You will just be needing tact and careful planning of words to relay the message you want to deliver. Easier said than done; but it has to be when you’re dreading another peer-to-peer session with your oh-so “emo” friend.