my toes are crying blue murder. they are bored. my fingers too. i am really bored. and i am really hungry. so.. what do you get when you're really bored and hungry? THE IRRITABLE BLOGGING SYNDROME. i am looking at my exercise ball, contemplating on another half an hour work out session, my 3rd for the day. HAHAHA, right eugenia, right. always remember, input MUST ALWAYS BE LOWER then your output. okay, i'll bear that in mind. i'll try to, at least. ooooooooooh gosh.

i am really bored. i am starting to bounce up and down on my blue exercise ball AGAIN. i swear, to the bluest of the ugliest blue on earth, that bouncing on the exercise ball can be really addictive.

how much is much? and how little is.. much? who determines the right amount of everything? or.. anything? how much is too much? how do we know when something's been done too much? or.. again, too little? i guess that's when the gut feeling comes in aye? when our instincts kick in to tell us "hey, you're overdoing it" or.. "hey, come on, you can do better!" it's always like that! studying.. exercising.. sleeping.. (okay, sleeping's always TOO LITTLE) eating.. the way we dress too.

flamboyant vs plain.
social butterfly vs social outcast.
xxxxxxxxxL sized kids vs slim atheletic bodies.
workaholic vs loafer.

where do these people come from? who makes them up? who determines their "social typecast"?

probably people they(We) don't know.
it could be you.
it could be me.
it could be anyone of us.

i could come across as a workaholic to someone.. yet, as a total slacker to another. you know what i mean? it boils down to the perspective. the perception someone has, or rather, the definition and expectation one has for the "title" in question. i mean, how do we REALLY know anyway? trust, lor.

yea, we trust people. we believe what they say. and don't we just loooooooove blocking the bad stuff out, and soaking every nice damned thing they say about us like a fat yellow sponge? we're really, just.. egocentric people. beyond every layer, every facade we put on, EVERY personality we create, or take on in ANY situation (i believe we love calling it a "i'm just being me" thing) WE LOVE TO BE PRAISED! and that's that. so, that's why we fall into the traps of scheming advertisers and evil salesmen out to whack every hard earned cent we've got in our pocket, down to the very very last penny. oooh yeah, tell me about it. that toyhouse we saw in THAT flyer stuck in the papers when we were young? that damn cool mechanical pencil that was on sale at popular when we were young and stupid and gullible, and when the amount of stationery you had determined your "social status" among your friends in primary school? haha. it's really time to curb that innecessant spending, and start saving. okay, i'll just start from where i've alwaaaaays dreamt of. i'll stop buying food. i'll stop cabbing around (THIS IS MY MAJOR WEAKNESS LAH, PLEASE)

you see, STOP BUYING FOOD = less input -- (1)
STOP CABBING AROUND = more walking = more output -- (2)

SO.. (1) + (2) = ?
SLASH THE FAT PROGRAM! :D

i am going to give it MY ALL. haahhahaahaha, I WILL FOLLOW MY GUT INSTINCT. i am NOT GOING TO FAIL THIS TIME! (: wish me luck people, wish me luck. i've gotta get back into THAT pair of jeans. HAHAHAHA. eh, 49 dollars leh, NOT CHEAP HOR.