I’ve been trying to cut back on what I eat these past month, especially at night, so I could at least get back to my normal weight. I’m still a long way there but at least I’ve made considerable progress. And no, I won’t tell you how much I weigh or how much weight I’ve already lost. That’s just rude. XDDD

Anyway, I never thought that the process would have some weird side effects.

I had a dream the other day, about a box of doughnuts. It seems someone gave us a box of doughnuts and it was sitting on our dining room table. I went to it eagerly and peered at the contents. Lo and behold, I saw all the doughnuts with my favorite variants have somewhat been eaten and only one-fourth of the entire doughnut was left.

I went berserk.

I mean, who the heck eats just three-fourths of each doughnut? And my favorite flavors to boot? Are they deliberately taunting me?! The dream ends after I went berserk. I would’ve wanted to have seen what I would have done… gone into a homicidal rampage? Tore up the house? Alas, I woke up too soon.

And no, I haven’t eaten doughnuts for a while…

I’m still trying to find out the moral of this story…

I came to the bathroom and there was a maintainance guy who was cleaning there. The moment he saw he me scuffled away and went to clean the men’s room on the other side. I looked at his cleaning things; the mop, the buckets of soapy water, the garbage. And then I remembered the importance of finishing college and thanked God that I managed to do so.

Not that I’m saying that finishing college is an absolute must, nor that a job in maintainance is something to laugh about. But we are in hard times, and not all people can be successful with only a high school or no education to back them up. That takes tremendous drive and perseverance and not all have that.

So, my hats off to all those hardworking people out there.

Thanks to my parents as well, for getting me through everything. =)

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Yey! It’s going to be my birthday in less than twenty four hours. I’m going to be -beep- years old.

-silence-

-sudden realization-

What?! I’m getting a year older again? Then why the heck am I acting like a twelve-year-old still? Snap out of it, you!

My passive self: I can’t help it! *holds head in hands* I stopped counting my age when I became sixteen!

I am again, currently lacking in inspiration. I am surfing through other blogs to see what people are talking about.

Random thoughts (beware of nonsensical ramblings):

• I am seriously thinking on changing my online name to ‘Chigau!’ A japanese term for ‘mistake’
• Everyone has such amazing layouts except me.
• Coke doesn’t taste like Coke anymore.
• Painted Wings? What is that?
• I miss Michan. No one calls me Kachou anymore T_T
• I want to skip work tomorrow.