This sicky feeling has been with me for awhile and I think I've taken like three doses of Panadol? For a guy who pretty much doesn't like to take medicine, that's pretty far out. And STILL there's feverishness and whatnot. But I don't care, I've already missed one Saturday and I'm not about to disrupt my gym routine just cos I'm feeling a little unwell. Seriously, this is one of the few things I work so hard for. I know what I want my body to be like and ain't nuthin' gonna stand in the way! Not lack of sleep, not enough time, work, school, rain, hunger, nothing! NOTHING! There's really no excuse since I want this so bad.

By the way, I'm really wondering, are many of my clothes shrinking or am I growing? I can't be sure of the latter because I still look small to me, and its not like I've been making giant leaps in terms of progress all of a sudden. And no matter what people say, there are just too many big guys around for me to be considered 'big'. In fact half big is kind of a stretch hahaha. At this rate, when will I stop???

Yet again I'm forced to acknowledge that my mind thinks the most awesome things when I'm floating out of the seat of consciousness. And it frustrates me that I can't recall even three of the one million things I came here to say.

Whatever. The me today doesn't care, bye!

Khat are you talking about?