It was a gloomy evening when I was at a McDonald’s outlet in Ang Mo Kio waiting for KuKuNehNeh. Feeling the need to shit after eating my fries, I went to the toilet and there was only one cubicle for ‘big business’ and I occupied it. After a few mins of creaming the toilet bowl with the processed contents of my previous meals, I heard footsteps approaching my cubicle, followed by a knock on my cubicle door.
“Brudder (Brother)!!! You will take long anot?”
Having the shock of having someone talk to me while moving my bowels in a public place had me holding in the shit that I was about to excrete.
“Errr… Give me a few more mins please.”, I answered him.
Only a few seconds of silence passed before an irritating sound filled the washroomand reached my ears. The guy outside was drumming his fingers impatiently on the hollow sounding plastic soap dispenser. I had no mood to finish what I started and opened the door to find the young man looking at me in the eye and he said, “Thanks Brudder!”
I know he was probably very urgent but how I wish that I shook his hand in response before washing my hands in the basin.
I am suffering from low energy in the daytime and since there is no way for me to try the interesting sleeping shedules out, I guess I have to try and achieve 7 hours of continuous sleep a day. Some people can survive with as little as 4 hrs of sleep a day and still manage to be alert for the rest of the 20 hrs but I am totally not that kind. I think even if I get 8 hrs, I think my energy levels will still lose to many. I am like a overused lithium battery that drains out energy like no other.
It also doesn’t help that I have a permanent ’sleepy face’. My face looks so sleepy even at my most alert moments that one would think that I have just finished a marathon and had sex for 12 hours with a sperm whale.
(Image from here)
I often get questions of, “Why you so tired/sleepy/shagged?”.
“MY FACE LIKE THAT ONE LEH!”
How bad it is when one who looks tired is REALLY tired? I probably look like a walking dead.
So! From now on, I shall impose a rule on myself for workdays. I shall sleep at 12am everyday! So if you guys spot me loitering around in the streets or online, SMACK MY BUTT!
I got inspiration for this post from Wishbone who tagged me with a post called ‘5 Scaries for Kids’. I never respond to tags but I shall blog about my greatest fear as a child.
I thought for sometime about what fears I had as a child and I almost couldn’t think of any. Not that I am fearless but I conquered my fears whenever I had any as a child. I was once afraid of heights but I forced myself to look down over ledges whenever I could. I was afraid of the dark and ghosts but I made myself walk through the kitchen and to the toilet in darkness. I am trying to recall the mentality that I had that made me want to conquer those fears. I think I was influenced by all the comics I read when I was young and a lot of them had a hero who faced their weaknesses and came out stronger.
Every Hero has their weaknesses…. and bad wardrobe days.
So in a way, the hundreds of dollars I’ve spent as a child on comic books didn’t go to waste after all! There was lessons to be learnt in between the pages of over-sized boobies found on female manga characters!
There was one fear that I couldn’t get rid of and it probably will stick with me throughout my life. The fear of death. Not mine but of people whom I care about.
It’s kinda dark for a child to think of such things but I was like that as a child. I would ponder about the meaning of life and my imaginative mind will somehow imagine scenarios if loved ones like my mother died. These moments will usually come in the dead of the night before I go to sleep and tears will stream down my face as my mind plays out the scenario. Kinda wimpy for a boy but I get so involved in those imaginations to the point where it seems so real.
I breakdown whenever I attend a funeral and see someone in tears. I just feel so sorry for the people who have to live with the absence of their loved ones.
If one were to write about the relationship between fitness and Krisandro, it would be of two lovers who constantly break up and patch together through the span of their lives. The start of the relationship is full of passion, excitement and anticipation. It gradually builds up over a few months to a peak of bliss and fulfilment but eventually, factors such as time and lack of novelty forms cracks in the relationship and it dies after a few months. And this cycle repeats every now and then as both of them realize the need for each other.
I am not that old, only at a young age of 16 18 21 27, but I am already feeling the ‘climb over the hill’. The metabolism that allows me to consume 7 pratas for breakfast and 3 servings of rice for dinner has left me and I now have the ability to grow fat. GROW FAT! It wasn’t so long ago when I complain about the inability to gain any weight with my 1.77m, 52 kg frame. Fast forward to now and I would stare at the McDonald’s menu and know that the Fillet O’Fish might be a better choice compared with the gut busting Big Mac.
I used to have a consistent exercise slot on Sundays where I would play football but I have since ‘retired’ from it due to ankle injuries. So I am left with choices like the gym and jogging. The gym is great for toning up the body but it is too out of the way for me. Jogging is the best mode of exercise I can get but my laziness makes it so inconsistent.
I used to jog this regularly!
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I really got to start using my Nike+ system more often and jog regularly before I turn into a human lard in front of the computer.
I left the office at 6 yesterday and since I wasn’t meeting anyone, I strolled out to the lift lobby. Usually, I would maximise my full 1.77 metre frame and stride my way out as though my ass is on fire and the nearest water source is at the MRT. There was already two men waiting at the lobby, right in front of the lift buttons, talking animatedly with their arms flailing around and showing that they were deep in conversation.
Using my great ability of ASSumption, I ASSumed that these men were heading down and I mentally tuned the sounds of their non-stop talking down to a little buzz while I whip out my handphone and do what I always do when waiting. Surf pR0n the Internet. Now, there are 3 passenger lifts that service my office building and they go ‘DING!’ whenever they stop at any floor and the sound of that will be heard even if the lift stops a few floors up or below the level I am at, albeit a little muted. So as I stood there while getting my hourly dose of pR0n the Internet, I realized that I am hearing one too many “DING!”s and the lift hasn’t stopped at where we were at. I pried my eyes away from my handphone and looked at the LCDs on the lift doors and then at the buttons and realized…
THOSE IDIOTS DIDN’T EVEN PRESS THE BUTTON!
I calmly reached past the two men and pressed the button with the grace of person who is sitting down after being sodomised and the chatter of the two men IMMEDIATELY stopped as the button lit up upon being pressed.
A few more “DING!”s passed in total silence before the lift arrived and I bet it was one of the longest minutes of their lives waiting for a lift and a long ride in silence down the 5 floors.
