BEING HEALTHY AND KEEPING MYSELF SANE CONTEMPORANEOUSLY


Pertaining to the previous post, I'm so seriously tempted to strike off no. 4) and 8).

Coffee to me is as water is to fishes.
And it certainly does not help that Taiwan sausage is my childhood soulmate, my sworn lover, my ou xiang, my dear darling sweetie-pie.

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Thank goodness I had enough sense to leave my chocolates alone.
Hah!

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Believe it or not, my thighs are aching so terribly right now.
And how far did I run?
Less than 1km, I think.

But then again, it seems like ages since I've last experienced any muscle ache.
On that day I kissed Sec4 NAPFA Test goodbye, my muscles have been on a long vacation ever since.


Let's take a look.

The only times I've ran are when I chase after my bus.

The rare times I've done "push-ups" are when I'm at the library and have to lug those super-ultra abso-freaking-lutely THICK (and when I say thick, it really IS thick) Life Science reference books to an empty table.

The even rarer times I've carried out any "sit-ups" are, well, when I'm down with a vehement virus that causes me to hack and cough like I'm afflicted with Tubercolosis (which occurance is like, once per don't-know-how-many years?).


With these muscle aches now, I somehow feel that I'm 16 all over again.
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You know what?
I don't really like it when lean and trim females flaunt their stuff.

Honestly, I don't enjoy seeing long and shapely legs, toned and firm arms, and trim waistlines.
Especially when they're not mine to begin with.
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I firmly suspect that the green-eyed monster will aggravate me to poke such ladies to death with a toothpick real soon.


Die! Girl, you die! Vous mourez!
(I believe wholeheartedly that I'm suffering from the deterimental effects of caffeine-and-Taiwan-sausage withdrawal syndrome, that's why I'm a tad cranky and off my rockers today. Pardonnez-moi. I'm usually pretty docile, sweet, loving, endearing, and charming. Really. Cross my heart.)