The Office (has returned!)

two wisdom teeth on either ends within a week of each other. now just what are the odds to that?

and no, i havent gotten any wiser, just in case you were wondering.

in fact, i believe i'm losing my memory and words as i type. in about 2 seconds, i'll have nothing to talk about. shocker.

okay, i see what this is. it appears as though i've become one of those lifeless souls that crowd around bus stops and train stations at evenings. you know, an "office person".

but i'll be back. when i stop seeing numbers and my energy level returns. :)

in the meantime, if it's not doing me any good, why do they have to be such a pain in the gums? stupid wisdom teeth.

and i just used "stupid" and "wisdom" in the same sentence.

What time is it?

in approximately 12 hours, the diploma will land in my hands.
that long, hard, wonderful, painful 3 years that i'd spent working for it. it has come to an end. so long, rainbow coloured skies and chocolate covered pavements. the world is officially black and white.

oh, graduation. the bittersweetness of it all. i cant figure out if i'm going to be happy, sad or just plain bored at the ceremony.

but whichever it will be, one thing's for sure.

i dont have to go to work today.

score.

smile...

You cannot run away from weakness;
You must fight it out, or perish.
And if that be so,
why not now, and where you stand?

- Robert Louis Stevenson


John Mayer- The Heart of Life

...and hang on tight.

godzilla.

a couple of days ago, a lady that my friends and i met on the streets called me at work, asked for my height and weight, told me i was 5kg overweight, and then proceeded to ask me to join her wellness program.

woah, woah, WOAH. i'm 5 kg overweight! i did not know that. actually, neither does my bmi, because according to calculations, i have a bmi of 21.6, which is apparently within the healthy range. wait, so who do i listen to? the lady i met on the streets, or my bmi?

you see, i'm not even going to hide it. i'm 1.52m tall, and about 50kg heavy. that's right. i said 50kg(and now y'all are probably going "OMG, she's like, so totally fat!"). who knows? i might've even put on a few more pounds while at work(havent ran in a week). look, i'm not even going to blame it on heavy bones. that's right. it's not my bones. it's all me and my fats, baby. uh- huh. i am a total mass of 50kg.

i'm a little teapot, short and stout.

but wait, doesnt my bmi say that i'm healthy? well here's the simple truth. i am physically acceptable, but socially overweight. ah, gotta love that word, "socially". if you take a look around at most girls around me, everyone seems to be taller, skinnier, and definitely weighing much lighter.

so there you have it. socially overweight.

doctors tell you you're healthy, but society says you're NOT! who do we listen to? society of course. what do doctors know anyway? do they know the latest gucci? the latest prada? the size double-zero? NO. who gives a crap about what all these medical people say? society rules us all.

not.

i rule myself, and i rule my body. and if my bmi says that i'm healthy, then i guess i am. granted, i've got a lovely pile of fats to get rid of, and i'll do that by a thing called exercising. yes, that healthy thing. it'll take me a while, but i mean, if all else fails, i'll sacrifice...and go on a pure subway diet. sure worked for this dude. oh, the torture.

that delicious, juicy, parmesan oregano torture.


(no i did not draw this.)

the Art of Rejection

"We have reviewed your application thoroughly but regret to inform you that you have not been successful in your application. We assure you that the University Selection Committee had considered your application to the fullest extent before arriving at this difficult decision.

With best wishes."

the fullest extent. right. i believe they took one look at my GPA and went, "next." to be fair, even i wouldnt accept me with a GPA as low as mine.

yes, the rejection was well predicted beforehand. i mean, i knew this was one of the three universities that was too prestigious for me right from the very beginning. but i just had to try, you know? no harm done, they said. agreed. and this letter only did nothing but proved me right.

and since i had already expected this even before i did my application, there's really nothing for me to be upset about. ...right? is that how it works? i guess this probably makes me the first member of my family to not make it to a university that i had applied for(particularly this one)... but hey, at least i dont have the lowest score for scrabble this time round.

come on. Monty Python said to always look on the bright side of life. that's right. i'll purse my lips and i'll give a whistle cos this will help things turn out for the best.

just two more months.


two.

note to self: i am the master of my fate, i am the captain of my soul. and i'm a mutant.