listening to news on tv

OH MY GOD!!!

i just weighed myself.

and i weigh a freaking 47 kg.

FORTY SEVEN!

SI SHI QI!

*opens window and jumps out*

fats here, there, basically everywhere.

let me change my catchphrase these days.

instead of: working life has killed my social life,

i should change it to: work has turned me into a money making machine.

where nothing matters anymore (other than money)

every minute of time i had, i spent it on sleeping and stuffing myself full because i seem to be feeling sleepy AND hungry 24/7 these days.

sleep + eat + no running = the current big fat me

i AM going to wake up at 6 to run tomorrow.

and i am so going to slaughter myself if i fail to do that tomorrow.

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anyway.. that FAT issue aside..

six mollies are all alive and swimming..

but.......

when cecilia called ms ong to tell her about the death of the other five, her response was something like.....

thats very good already. im actually breeding them as food for the big fishes.

i dont know what to type in order to capture the look on my face so i shall not try.

imagine us worrying about them.. feeding them.. changing water for them.. clearing shit for them.. mourning over their deaths.. worrying about answering to ms ong..

and in the end...

we're actually babysitting them so that they can be fed to other fishes with bigger asses (gills, scales, whatever.)..

.................................................................................

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i was goddamn high on saturday's training man..

oh my god..

the TEN of us were actually present at the training ground at one time..

that hasnt happened for like a billion years? (ok. make that two years.)

oh my god...

around two years ago....

now...


the original ten =)

everyone has changed isnt it?