
We are into the 6th day of the year and here I am, back to my dreadful routine, wide awake even at 6am.
When I made my yearly (same old) vow early last week, I could sense it was to remain a mere vow and all the pledges made are doomed to go right down the tube, like it has always been annually when we're only into our 1st gear on the new calendar.
The thing is, I’ve been chided and insulted for the current physical shape I’m in- to put it rather bluntly, super fat.
But who am I to disagree. Been helping myself on the food intake senselessly that the word diet sounds eerily frightful.
I mean, as much I feel the need to lead a healthier lifestyle, here I am sipping on sodas while puffing away my 3rd stick of the hour.
The least I could do now is to support the campaign against IJN’s privatisation from any money-minded corporate fuckers.
You just never know on this sort of things. Even those who are as fit as a fiddle are known to succumb to heart complications (read; Marc Vivien-Foe), what more to a person who has dinner in mind while digging on his lunch.
Nauzubillah, but it could happen to anyone, including yours truly. Painful enough that your heart goes bonkers, the last thing you need is to spend all your life savings to a heartless corporation, and eventually leaves a huge hole in your pocket.
*Now I feel the need to lepak with Mr Rajan more.
When I made my yearly (same old) vow early last week, I could sense it was to remain a mere vow and all the pledges made are doomed to go right down the tube, like it has always been annually when we're only into our 1st gear on the new calendar.
The thing is, I’ve been chided and insulted for the current physical shape I’m in- to put it rather bluntly, super fat.
But who am I to disagree. Been helping myself on the food intake senselessly that the word diet sounds eerily frightful.
I mean, as much I feel the need to lead a healthier lifestyle, here I am sipping on sodas while puffing away my 3rd stick of the hour.
The least I could do now is to support the campaign against IJN’s privatisation from any money-minded corporate fuckers.
You just never know on this sort of things. Even those who are as fit as a fiddle are known to succumb to heart complications (read; Marc Vivien-Foe), what more to a person who has dinner in mind while digging on his lunch.
Nauzubillah, but it could happen to anyone, including yours truly. Painful enough that your heart goes bonkers, the last thing you need is to spend all your life savings to a heartless corporation, and eventually leaves a huge hole in your pocket.
*Now I feel the need to lepak with Mr Rajan more.



