Apart from my recent regression into hypersomnia (The other day, I slept a good solid 17 hours, waking up thinking I've slept less than 8. Envy me, people who have better things to do with your lives. ENVY MEEEH!) due to my friends' and my idea of celebrating a perpetual holiday and my sister's latest moneymaking venture, which, of course, I've become part of, since I've always been an easily acquirable piece of asset, I have been kind to my diet. Ergo, cruel to mine fats. Die, you adiposal bitches. Die!
After putting it off for almost a month now, dreading what evil mine ceaseless holiday celebrations have done to me, this morning, I finally stepped on the scale and found out wow! Hey there, world, I'm skinny now! I'm at least back to my pre-peak holiday 160-pounder self.
Still 10 pounds heftier than what I intended to be during the holidays since, and I've told you this before, the holidays usually tend to be my peak (and only) skank season, but nothing a healthy dose of delusion couldn't handle. Still a stone too heavy for my old bounce, though. Miss those days.
But considering the amount of dinners I had with my friends over our neverending holidays (You should seriously see us make a shank of lamb vanish in 2 seconds flat) I don't intend to whine too much.
Resolution #3Bring my sort of sex back: Kind of done.
Nevertheless, my strappy tin man arms aside, I still have a ways to go before I seriously consider Resolution #4Get some muscleage going since I don't intend to be a muscle daddy either.
Besides, I've yet to fully grasp how to use my brother's freeweights without injuring myself (if The Tababster saw me, she'd have a field day) and going to the gym's a no no since I haven't done Resolution #5Get a job, you bum yet. Because I kind of feel weird going to the gym without something of a job to speak of. Getting facials is starting to get weird, too. Damn you, KKK. So Resolution #6Spend less. Of mommy's money. I can't spend less period. That'd be being cruel and unusual on self.
But given my current state of heightened brain fuzziness, like my usual brain fuzz weren't dangerously high enough as it were, I'm feeling some form of exercise is in order. Something more ADD friendly than yoga or jogging. Like Resolution #7Play tennis again. By teaching jokoness if she doesn't village hop. Or ZOMG, Resolution #8Enrol myself to a dance class, hopefully with my own money, to learn how to dance like these kids:
Because somewhere inside me's a bboy screaming to get out.
Pucha, I dance like a whore kasi eh when I freestyle. XD Parang Bi/Rain minus most of the poppage and lockage. Vat can I say, sekswal ako. Niyaha! Shet, bboying aside, LA hip hop hello, I vanna learn you!
Lika, pre-Valentines whoring sesh tayo someday. Baka maka score tayo ng valentine XD
hoy wala. gusto ko lang talga pumuntang tagaytay. the volcano and i have conversations. and it calms me.
tigilan mo ako. hindi yun para sa akin.
i'll go with something that i can do alone, and not have a partner dapat. haha, i'm all for being single. i was thinking, either hardcore hiphop, or muay thai or capoeria, so we can do the flips haha.
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Apart from my recent regression into hypersomnia (The other day, I slept a good solid 17 hours, waking up thinking I've slept less than 8. Envy me, people who have better things to do with your lives. ENVY MEEEH!) due to my friends' and my idea of celebrating a perpetual holiday and my sister's latest moneymaking venture, which, of course, I've become part of, since I've always been an easily acquirable piece of asset, I have been kind to my diet. Ergo, cruel to mine fats. Die, you adiposal bitches. Die!
Still 10 pounds heftier than what I intended to be during the holidays since, and I've told you this before, the holidays usually tend to be my peak (and only) skank season, but nothing a healthy dose of delusion couldn't handle. Still a stone too heavy for my old bounce, though. Miss those days.
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