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Friday, April 03, 2009

We can break these rules.
Tuesday,
Work and gym-ed. I also took a monthly body composition analysing. After deducting the fat free mass, i am proud to say that majority of the extra mass comes from my heavy bones. This however, not quoted from me but from the Personal Trainer instead. However, im gonna continue keeping up my workout routine nonetheless. Despite at times, i don't get the motivation kick in my ass, i make it a point to make it up.

Wednesday,
April's Fool! This day itself, i would've gone around playing pranks on people around me. To my surprise though, i did not one of them. I was however punked by my Kalai, she got me all worried and naively believing her every word, all the way till she blurted out "April's Fool!" She got fcuked by me verbally though. That pretty much sums up my April's Fool, i guess mood plays a part in why i never got mischievous.
Work and gym-ed.

Thursday,
Day off from work. Got my eyebrows done, although not up to my usual liking, for the fact that it was free. At least it looked much tidier now.

Friday,
Since yesterday, i have yet to catch any sleep, for close to 15hours. I was just waiting and well, if i went to bed, i would not have got up in time for my 845am appointment. It has been long since i felt half dead, dragging myself to the hospital while barely trying to keep my eyes open. I was totally put off by the attitude of medical officers these days, where has the professionalism gone to? Nonetheless, sniffing in that familiar smell of wards, makes me think back of the days working in the Day Surgery. It must be that tiny compassion in me. No, i don't have to be a nurse, there's always other options i believe.
Even after taking power naps, i felt it didn't help too much, but instead i got more lethargic.
Work and gym-ed afterwards.
I was given a clue, blood and fire, it somehow came as a surprise though, a painful but pleasant surprise. Now, how much more am i gonna think through of the pain i'm gonna be put through under the needles scraping on my skin, even if it's just a tiny star? I suppose some knockouts will do for me, and when i'm up, it's all done. Nonetheless, i heard that it's an addiction, well well well.


Tell me, with so many out there why i always turn to you, and it's so easy to see. If you'd take a chance, i'm not like them.