Buddhists Do Scratch Their Heads Too

I have always hailed myself as a bonafide evangelist of healthy lifestyle. Secretly, I look down on people who think Big Mac is the greatest invention on earth. Because for me, nothing comes close to tofu. (Alright, shoot me!)

Of course, it is free to imagine that for someone who loves tofu and hits the gym at least three times a week like me, he/she will not get sick constantly. He/she must have a fit body. And last but not the least, he/she must probably be a bombshell.

Obviously, this is not my case. Not only I carry tons of fats all over my body. I have just got sick three times the past ten months.

Shame on Me.






Today, I am glad to announce that somebody toppled me off the topnotcher's losers list of all time.

Today, a gay colleague who was on a meeting left his handyphone ringing loudly for everyone to hear. His ringing tone? Paris Hilton's song "Stars are Bright".

I am now officially dethroned. He beat me. Thank God.

Somebody stole my pen. I suspect that the girl who is at this very second seated beside me, holding the exact pen that I lost, was the thief.

I want to smack her in the head and pull her kinky hair. But I don't have any evidence to prove my case so this is what I do. I sulk.

Note To Self: Put a Label On your Pen next time!!! It will read: This pen was stolen from Milktea.

I guess it's obvious by now that I am struggling.

... struggling to update this blog

... struggling to fix my life

... struggling, struggling, struggling!!!

I want to sleep.

I have tainted my eyes with a scary scary sight last night. Inside the steam room. It was a sight of a short and stout woman wearing a thong. *shiver*

It looks so wrong.

I am inflicted with tons of issues lately and it's not doing my big fat ass any good.

1.) I am overspending. My credit card bill last month was so eye-popping that I almost cried blood and pooped rocks.

2.) I am stressed. My "time is running out" paranoia has come back to haunt me every night. It keeps on taunting me that the need to do something MAJOR is necessary lest it paranoia won't be put to rest. Now It's either I succeed or I fail and the thought that I have a fifty percent chance of failing makes me want to poop rocks some more.

3.) A cousin of mine whom I used to play barbie dolls with is getting married and here I am, still playing barbie dolls. ha!ha!ha! I need to organize a bridal shower for her. That means, more money to spend and more stuff to stress out and damn it, more things to panic about. Good Grief.

Milktea: You know mom, last night, I dreamed I was pregnant.
Mom: Really. Who was the Father in your dreams?
Milktea: I don't know. I just dreamed I have a big tummy but nothing was mentioned about the father.
Mom: Oh, that's sad.

Urrgh.