April 22, 2008
Who Knows?
I have just gotten up from a coma. *yawn* Literally. My mind did not react or even detect a single sound when I was on bed. That's because my assignment is now...one down. Yes. A very unfortunate realisation. A big part of my life, or may I say, any student's life revolves around the very existence of the word assignment. "What you want to pray for?" Assignment. Bump into an acquaintance and all they talk about is assignment, besides the commonly asked (but never really meant) "How are you?"Almost the whole of yesterday noon, the same question keeps popping up in my head. "Am I going to collapse and die? Am I going to collapse and die?" Why? Cause I remembered the incident in South Korea 2 years ago! Some avid and fanatic gamer's brain just shuts off while he was on the comp. Found dead playing a computer game?? Talk about supernatural......And he spent 50 hours on concentrated gaming. I actually spent 48 hours (which if you used your math knowledge, is only 2 hours lesser) on intense, straining manifold research and meticulous study, dissecting, digesting and producing a wordy report on just one specific financial term. Time was my biggest worry while for him it was all he has......well, till the last hour that is. So I decided look it up to see if they had manage to discover the reason of his death. Not much conclusion there. Albeit....The similar conditions during the time when he was alive seems threatening."The man had not slept properly (check), and had eaten very little during his marathon session (check). He only paused playing to go to the toilet and for short periods of sleep (check)."
The very fact that I am able to type all that means I am not yet dead. I suppose the reason why I put this up is so that you will be reminded of....me! And how you almost lost a significant kuchi rat in your life. *teehee*
Life is short, live it to the fullest. *rawr*
Labels: my life
3:16:00 PM
April 13, 2008
The Brouhaha
Yesterday night I fell asleep watching Sleepless at Seattle. Ironic. *giggles* But yes. I think my body is undergoing some unusual change. I'm afraid I am turning into a nocturnal bed potato-mushroom (I HAVE to add that in.....It's protocol). Yup yup. A potato-MUSHROOM! I wonder how THAT looks like. Will attempt doodle one day.
As I was sitting down on that Mammut chair of mine, reflecting on my life (and such), one thing struck me: how my weight fluctuation pattern really was, or rather, is like. In retrospect, I have to say, I am more than convinced that I could have actually started my very own Bridget Jones series - But of course it would be named as RACHEL TAN Diaries. No. Rachel With Many Tones or Rachel To The Bones and Back To Being A Cone (or something typical like that) - Well, a whole SERIES, mind you, not sequels, all thanks to my undulating, sinusoidal order of erm, shapes in consequence to the irregular and abnormal double E (for eating and exercising) habits.
WHAT..an epiphany eh? All thanks to the Mammut chair.
The point is, I am deadly overweight right now. And if I don't get back on the Stairmaster and threadmill, I'm doodlydang...whatever that may mean.
I miss climbing. Am, however fearful that if I do at this stage, the whole wall might just tear down and there you go - yet another tragic after the case of electrical mismanagement leading to a short circuit which generated enough energy to spread wild fire to the neighbouring factory / den / gym...yadda yadda.
"Don't be so broody lah", he says. I laughed hysterically.
Labels: my life
7:08:00 PM
April 03, 2008
MARCH 28 - Ketchup and Chili at The Daily Grind...
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.Labels: my life, the daily grind
9:41:00 PM
When My Pants Is Unbuttoned.......I Babble =)
I have a big problem. (That's step one in the admitting defeat so that you can prove that you can admit defeat) I have difficulties getting up every morning and dragging my butt to the gym again.......Wait wait wait. Let's not go so far. Forget the exercise. I....CAN'T GET OUT OF BED!! *weeps* I think I have gained SO much of weight (Step two: Talking about the status of your weight publicly *GASP*) that it is almost impossible to pull myself up every morning, especially on those ugly Mondays. Somebaday help meeeeee!!!
Poor Mondays. Often hated, rarely liked. To some extent I am quite convinced that those days when I frequently had my nose in those Garfields actually corrupted my impression on Mondays. Evil. I told you cats are evil.I had flu-fever: fluer. And have just recuperated from it. (Yay!!) I am free from tissue boxes and plastic bags! (Yayyyy!!) CELEBRATE with me! *blows nose* Nothing! (Yay!!) One..MORE..TIME! *blows nose* Nothing! (Yay!!)Note:Absolutely no offense intended to those who are under the permanent influence of sinusitis. *gulp* Erm. Ya ya. Feel free to suck it back in....*runs away*
Labels: comic, my life
7:00:00 PM
January 11, 2008
It's Here....
This holiday........One block will make its move and get the better of all mankind.....
It's blue......
It's green......
It's.....unstoppable.....
You see it, you feel it. But none can fathom the true mystery of it all.....
It steals your attention.......
It gives you insomnia.......
This season.....
One girl.....will enter the kingdom of the devil and defeat the evil manifesting the minds of men.....
One girl....will bring the wind from the east to the west and solve the matter which has lasted centuries long........
.....integration....
Will she be able to do it.....
Will she be strong enough to carry through........
THE CUBE...January 10, 2007...
Labels: addiction, my life, rubik's cube
4:10:00 PM
December 29, 2007
Sherlock at Home
Approximately this hour of time yesterday, as I was crawling out of the kitchen due to my major disappointment that there wasn't any breakfast even after thoroughly rummaging through the 2 fridges, the dining table, and the cabinets, I heard a noise. A noise so very familiar, only originating from the store room. Extremely odd. *ting* Yaha! At this time, the 'bubble of thought' popped up and the investigation tools I need slowly made an appearance. Magnifying glass. Headtorch (you know, the kind of torchlight you strap to your head). Ziploc bags (for evidence silly!). Then I figured "Rachel! No time. No time! The lives of your family is at stake here!" So for the love of my parents, siblings and goldfishes, I decided to be the heroin *flashes of making headlines in the news* and took a brave step closer into the store room *cue track from Jaws*
The sound echoes louder as I move nearer to the bed. I climbed on the bed, pushing everything aside, lifting every box, every clothing, well, basically turning the room upside down. And THEN.........I heard another sound coming from my right. This time it sounds a little different. *gasp gasp gasp* ....I saw a huge cardboard box. I slowly opened up the box lid *heart pounds pounds pounds* and THERE is was!!
A cat! A cat with a bold stare! (Lovely brown eyes though) A cat HISSING at me!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
*instinctive decision* (RUNNNN!!!!)
I scurried out of the room and screamed.........(think Macaulay Culkin running up and down the staircase, with arms waving in the air)...
"A CAT GAVE BIRTH IN OUR STORE ROOM!!!!"
Rachel is so very drama.
Labels: cat giving birth, drama, my life
10:53:00 AM
