Day: March 2, 2007

It is bad enough to be fatā€¦

Itā€™s bad enough to be fatā€¦.itā€™s worst when youā€™re lumpy as well.

Ladies and gentlemen, the eczema is back, with a vengeance =(

Iā€™m itching like a monkey infested with crabs.

What youā€™re about to see will put you off food, so please proceed with caution.

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My right thigh. Now, imagine 80% of my skin looking like that.

Pretty sight? Well, Iā€™m on a self-imposed exileā€¦..sorry my beloved bosses, do not worry as I will still work from home.

Rest assured I have made the boo sworn on eternal love, regardless of lumps and/or layers of adipose.

I used to have a massive crush on my dermatologist and he knows it. I still think heā€™s a gorgeous piece of ass. So tell me, is it wrong to want to lose weight and ā€œlet the skin clear upā€ before seeing your dermatologist?

See my post about my last chronic eczema attack here.

Thoughts before bedtime.

Finally, I feel like a real person. Itā€™s not easy for me to say this as Iā€™ve always have a deep seeded fear that I would die when I finally feel at peace with myself. Itā€™s morbid but that happens when you read too many stories about dead people who seemed unusually happy before they bit the dusts. Am I feeling unusually happyā€¦am I about to die a tragic death?

Anywayā€¦..

I canā€™t recall anything from the past 7 months, nothing, zilch. My brains must have systematically erased my memories. Travelsā€¦what travels? Just a facade, empty, meaningless.

Iā€™m sick of people asking me why I left my previous job. Donā€™t they get it, I hated it! I donā€™t care about it. ā€œWhy didnā€™t you stick around for the money?????ā€, overusedā€¦just a bloody overused phrase. Well, fucktard, obviously I donā€™t care about the money. Does that answer your question?

Donā€™t misunderstand, Iā€™m not saying I donā€™t care about money in general. Itā€™s only because Iā€™ve found out the blatant way that no amount of money in this world could make up for the loss of your youth, health and happiness. Theyā€™re just figures on your bank a/c. And money means more to me when I earned it using what my parents gave to me. And by that I mean my brains.