CIMDHOG

I'll rather not say, but I can't hold it all in, it seems to be building up a storm within me, quietly but in geometric progression it continues to brew. Letting it out and letting it go seem not be viable options, confusion sets in and all attempts to ease the tension prove futile. The struggle gets harder, between myself and this worrisome entity which seems to be stronger and smarter than me. At my Witt end I bow to the failure of my strength, waiting to be consumed,...still waiting...

The most common question that was asked during the primary and secondary school days,..."what would you like to be when you grow up?", and like a preconditioned answer, a number of us were swift to give the chorus and cheerful answer,..."A DOCTOR!!!"  which seem to be loud and vibrant enough to shake the foundation  of the building as if to leave a "i-was-here" mark. Fastforward to about ten years later with my MB;BS in view, with a full blindfolded navigation of the corridors of the teaching hospital as a result of neurological imprints from numerous ward rounds and brisk walks to classes. After a long and tiring day as I creep back to my hostel wondering what sought of life this is, the same question pops up again in my head, this time mockingly, I couldn't help but to wonder and amuse myself of how stupid and naive I must have been back then. At this point I wish time travel was real...

"Awww, your hair is very fine"...those are the words she longs to hear after so much time and effort she had put into making her dream hair a reality. Approval, might not be the right word to describe it, acceptance maybe, but confidence and awe... she was definitely aiming for that. After several "finishing touches", she looked once again at the mirror, this time with a crooked smile, she had mananged to make something out of her stubborn kinky hair. "This should do", she said as she applied a final finishing touch, then carefully pat her hair as if to pet the bound up kinky to be a good girl and not mess up. As she emerged, she was delighted with the numerous compliments that flowed out of admirers lips, then finally those magical words popped out..."awww, your hair is very fine"... she blushed and pat get hair again, this time to say "that's my girl, you've made me proud"...she was overwhelmed, and everything just seem

"Wham!" the hot slap landed on her face,she had barely recovered from the sudden strike when another landed on her right cheek followed by a few punches to different parts of her body. As the rain of punches seem to seize she laid there on the floor curled up and bathing in the pool of her own tears. How it all started was still a little bit hazy, who and what is to blame is far from her mind as she wince from the body pains and aches she had gotten from the punches. She cannot bear to look at herself in the mirror, she felt like a traitor to her own body, for bringing such torment to her body. The first time, it was just a slap now it has escalated to several punches and some kicks. "It was just stress, am very sure it wouldn't happen again" she recalled telling her best friend who had exposed her bruises from underneath the layers of makeup she had carefully piled up on it. She dismissed every advice given to her. That was years ago and needless to say,

Lack of motivation, that's what I call it, the feeling you get when things need to be done, but it just way sweeter and better for everyone, when you look around and just roll over on the bed and continue your beauty sleep. Sometimes no amount of stretches and self loathing saves you from this condition. I am currently suffering from this condition even as I type this post, and nothing seems to cure me right now...I just added a yawn...nope, no cure...then another, well now am in a hurry to finish typing and roll over. ...well bye...

...fyi...women don't even have prostates...

He landed a probe on a comet and what do ungrateful humans pay him, insults for wearing an "anti-feminist" shirt...shame on you guys. Photo credit:9gag

A dejavu or a flash back call it what ever, it was something that has happened sometime somewhere somehow, dates and individuals involved could not be ascertained, but the certainty was in the fact that he had felt this way before. The feeling that someway somehow he had entered into a dark hole in space and gotten lost to the circumstances happening around himhim, the screaming sound of the baby next to him doesn't seem to penetrate the blackpitch hole he found himself in, the found seem to be buzzing and floating by while he himself seem frozen in time and space. Depression, sometimes he call it, but deep down he knows there is no physical tag to what he experiences down that hole. Life seem to come at him in a different light and everything he worried about seem to fade away only to reappear the second he reemerges from the black hole. A place of solitude?, not likely if it was why haven't he devised a way to prolong visits to the black hole. Whatever it may be, he no l

Ursula be like, "kim ain't got nothing on this"

I miss the good old days when life was easier, when all of my existence cycled around: eating, sleeping and playing. When I didn't have to bother about school of what to wear, how I look, maintaining good social relationships, or the dreadful thought of independence. It's quite easy to write about forgetting the past and working towards the future, but in reality its so difficult, especially when the past involved you not being affected by life's lemons, instead you play dodge ball with life and its' lemons. hmmm...those are the good old days. Well enough of daydreaming, chop chop back to work.

Here is a list of some of my favourite things, in no particular order: . Good internet service . food . Good friends . good outfit . good music . Short and concise lectures . money . free days . belts . shoes . nice cars . Fast cars . Gadgets . Cold drinks on a hot afternoon . Being in bed all day long with no worries . Traveling . Ice cream . Bags . Gifts . holidays that I don't spend in school . Tv . comedy . art . Acting . Did I mention food . Listening to other peoples' secrets . Award shows . Tyler Perry . Ellen DeGeneres . Portia DeRossi . Johnny Depp . Johnny Galecki . Jim Parsons . Kaley Cuoco . Jlo . Jlaw

There is a new development in Whatsapp, the new development includes a notice where reciever reads the chat, as if the last seen feature was not enough.

Its that time again, when all guards are up, tensions is at the highest, when palpitations, agitation, insomnia, non-halloween dependent nightmares, restlessness, depression and feeling of low self worth (especially after going for a tutorial and realizing you don't know more than 10% of what the dude is teaching) are the chief symptoms and all other action is suspended. Its exam season. No time wasting No chronic sleep No Facebook, twitter, instagram, blogger or other social media No unnecessary chit chat No unnecessary visitation No partying No loud noises No unnecessarily long blog post. ...bye, see you after exam...