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It starts without warning. It isn't about laziness. It isn't about a lack of discipline. It isn't about you. Everything changes slowly, steadily. Clothes get tighter, breathing gets labored, plates get cleaner. And that's how it starts. The hunger, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns skinny men...fat.
If you have experienced any of the above, you might just be me. Over the past few months or so, I began a transformation that many people had doubted was even possible. I began to put on the pounds. My slim figure was punctuated by rolling slabs of flesh. My sharp, chiseled jawline of which I was so proud of, was slowly rounding out. My Adam's apple, often the most prominent feature I have, was beginning to get swallowed up by the layers.
But here's the thing about getting fat. You don't know you're getting fat until you're already fat. Sure, a few passing remarks by the people who see you often; "Wow looking rounder these days", "Someone's been having a very itchy mouth lately", "Holy smackerel! you're fat now!", but these are comments that a person who doesn't know what it's like to gain weight will never understand.
You know, just like me.
You know, just like me.
I've never believed in karma. Now, it's difficult to not believe in the concept. I've made fun of my friends plenty in the past; making fun of their weight, their fear of eating too much, their worry about getting "fat". I've laughed the hardest at people who had the most pained expressions when faced with a moist chocolate cake. I've stuffed my mouth full in front of friends who opted for the salad over the juicy piece of steak. I've asked people, with an almost haughty tone of voice, "What is fats?"
I mean okay. I've put on some weight over the past few months. But what if it doesn't stop. What if it never stops? What if I'm destined to live this life as Gluttinous Maximus? I've tried tightening the belt. Literally. I have. But my latest effort in putting a belt around my waist ended with the belt buckle snapping off, and the buckle disappearing somewhere, presumably to file a complaint for unwarranted abuse. Oh my fats, what kind of monster have I become?!
FATS is the THING that is making me INCREASINGLY ROUNDER BY THE FREAKING DAY. FATS is the THING NESTLING SNUGLY around my stomach area. FATS is the thing that RIPPED the BUTTONS OFF, NOT ONLY ONE BUT TWO FREAKING PAIRS OF MY FAVORITE SHORTS. FATS is the JIGGLING FLOB of FLUBBER I see EVERY FREAKING TIME I dry myself off in front of my bathroom mirror. DON'T YOU EVEN DARE SAY THAT WORD IN FRONT OF ME OR I SWEAR TO ALL THAT IS RIGHTEOUS THAT I WILL FLAY YOU AND YOUR LYING MOUTH. Please. Just...believe me.
I'll be perfectly honest. It's not my fault. It isn't me being lazy. It isn't me having any lack of discipline. Besides, I didn't just pop on 100 pounds overnight. Sure, I eat a lot, but that's because I still hit the gym very often. It balances all out at the end. Really. It does. It's always been like that. I eat a lot, I don't get fat. It's normal for a growing boy like me. So, I'll just eat. I don't care. So what if I get fatter? Everything will balance out. It always does in the end. Right?
I mean okay. I've put on some weight over the past few months. But what if it doesn't stop. What if it never stops? What if I'm destined to live this life as Gluttinous Maximus? I've tried tightening the belt. Literally. I have. But my latest effort in putting a belt around my waist ended with the belt buckle snapping off, and the buckle disappearing somewhere, presumably to file a complaint for unwarranted abuse. Oh my fats, what kind of monster have I become?!
I'm fat. I won't even try to sugar coat it because I'll probably want to eat that too.
Cheerios!
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Despite my clearly awesome personality, chiseled good looks and amazing hair, I have been living the high life of a single man for the past...3 years or so? I can't remember. In these 3 years of the bachelor life, I've seen almost all my closest friends all get into relationships (with one of them even getting engaged!).
I say this because I've literally been there throughout some of my couple friends' best and most intimate moments. Yes, if I haven't already made it sufficiently clear to you. I am the third wheel, the lightbulb, the extra one, among my group of friends.6/10/2015
I say this because I've literally been there throughout some of my couple friends' best and most intimate moments. Yes, if I haven't already made it sufficiently clear to you. I am the third wheel, the lightbulb, the extra one, among my group of friends.6/10/2015
But this isn't one of those "Oh, I'm so sad because I'm single and I always have to lightbulb my friends" kind of posts. Nope, this post is going to be informative and helpful to those of you who may be going through the same thing. Because when you're a lightbulb, the last thing you need is to feel sorry for yourself. Believe me when I say I know exactly what I'm talking about.
So here are a few tips for you lightbulbs out there, to show people that our lifestyle is by choice, and not because Becky turned around and FFK-ed our date and Becky could have prevented this BECAUSE I HAVE FEELINGS TOO BECKY.
I digress.
#5 Turn yourself on
Don't be that guy who sits quietly in the background while the happy couple is romancing each other. Instead, try to join in the conversation. Talk to your friend's other half, engage them in meaningful talk and just be sociable. Your friend and their partner will appreciate you for the effort you're making.
#4 Know your boundaries
Being friendly is one thing. Being creepy is a whole other ballgame. Don't overdo your friendliness and make your friend jealous because of the attention you're showering on their other half. Plus, and this is true, if you're getting a little too close for comfort, you may even risk losing your friendship.
Take things slow, know your boundaries. Light only travels so far. Stick to that.
#3 Learn all you can
Being the lightbulb lets you see things that normal single people don't. You're so involved in your friend's relationship with his significant other that you will undoubtedly learn something new, something that you can use for when you have a significant other yourself. There's a reason we all go to school, right?
Take this time with your couple friends as a relationship class, and you'll graduate with flying colors when you step out into the real world of dating.
#2 Do anything you want
When you're lightbulbing a couple, the best thing you can possibly do for yourself is to be completely yourself. There isn't anyone who can tell you not to have that 5th helping of ice cream, or dragging you to see cosmetic products even when you don't know the difference between eyeliner and mascara. You can do whatever you want...just, alone.
Yeah.
#1 Keep telling yourself that you'll find The One some day
Yup. Just keep...telling yourself...that someone...will be there for...you. But not you Becky. Anyone but you. You can go suck a lemon.
I'm going to cry in a corner now. You other lightbulbs are welcome to join me.
Cheerios!
So here are a few tips for you lightbulbs out there, to show people that our lifestyle is by choice, and not because Becky turned around and FFK-ed our date and Becky could have prevented this BECAUSE I HAVE FEELINGS TOO BECKY.
I digress.
#5 Turn yourself on
Don't be that guy who sits quietly in the background while the happy couple is romancing each other. Instead, try to join in the conversation. Talk to your friend's other half, engage them in meaningful talk and just be sociable. Your friend and their partner will appreciate you for the effort you're making.
#4 Know your boundaries
Being friendly is one thing. Being creepy is a whole other ballgame. Don't overdo your friendliness and make your friend jealous because of the attention you're showering on their other half. Plus, and this is true, if you're getting a little too close for comfort, you may even risk losing your friendship.
Take things slow, know your boundaries. Light only travels so far. Stick to that.
#3 Learn all you can
Being the lightbulb lets you see things that normal single people don't. You're so involved in your friend's relationship with his significant other that you will undoubtedly learn something new, something that you can use for when you have a significant other yourself. There's a reason we all go to school, right?
Take this time with your couple friends as a relationship class, and you'll graduate with flying colors when you step out into the real world of dating.
#2 Do anything you want
When you're lightbulbing a couple, the best thing you can possibly do for yourself is to be completely yourself. There isn't anyone who can tell you not to have that 5th helping of ice cream, or dragging you to see cosmetic products even when you don't know the difference between eyeliner and mascara. You can do whatever you want...just, alone.
Yeah.
#1 Keep telling yourself that you'll find The One some day
Yup. Just keep...telling yourself...that someone...will be there for...you. But not you Becky. Anyone but you. You can go suck a lemon.
I'm going to cry in a corner now. You other lightbulbs are welcome to join me.
Cheerios!
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I've detailed in the past here and here about how my dad is an absolute beast when it comes to burning me. It's come to a point when all my friends are beginning to ask me about my dad, something which every normal human being knows isn't normal. His comebacks and one-liners know no bounds, and some of that has since rubbed off me. Since I could comprehend human language, my dad has been actively shooting barbs of fire at me. In fact, almost everything I write is now tinged with sarcasm, and in no little part to my dad's influence.
Since the beginning of this year, I began to share a couple of my dad's top burns on Facebook, and the response has varied from shock, surprise and to even skepticism. While my dad has slowed down considerably in the past few months, he is still reveling in the intense fanbase he seems to have garnered from his "fans". This is mostly because the subject of said burns is me, and we all know how I'm the perfect target. But the level of wit and skill in which my dad dispatches his burns has indeed received much praise and laughter. And believe me, all I did was polish up his sentences before posting it. Every single burn comes straight from his mouth, or from his fingers. Some literally come straight from him.
Since the beginning of this year, I began to share a couple of my dad's top burns on Facebook, and the response has varied from shock, surprise and to even skepticism. While my dad has slowed down considerably in the past few months, he is still reveling in the intense fanbase he seems to have garnered from his "fans". This is mostly because the subject of said burns is me, and we all know how I'm the perfect target. But the level of wit and skill in which my dad dispatches his burns has indeed received much praise and laughter. And believe me, all I did was polish up his sentences before posting it. Every single burn comes straight from his mouth, or from his fingers. Some literally come straight from him.
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Last weekend could be the epitome of what I wouldn't want a weekend to be. It was partially my own fault, because a little voice in my head told me it was a good idea to join in 2 runs in a single weekend. Not that I regretted a single moment of it though. It was an unforgettable, crazy experience that I will probably not want to go through again...well, maybe until my leg heals up.
But among the 2 runs, the memory of the Zombie Run stuck with me the longest. Until now, I still have nightmares about being chased by killer zombies. Here are 8 things I learned from participating in my first ever zombie run.
#8 The zombies will win
If a zombie apocalypse does happen for reals (and I have no doubt that it will), I will be the first in line to offer my body to the zombie cause. There is no winning against the undead. The last stretch of the run was an entire field completely dominated with zombies. I was already out at this point (technically a zombie already), so it didn't matter to me. But the fact remained that there were more zombies than human survivors. And if life has taught me anything, it's to go with the majority.
#7 There are no slow zombies
Almost all the pre-Zombie Run material said that there would be different kinds of zombies; the slower Stumblers and the fast Chasers. I found out that this wasn't the case because none of the zombies stumbled around, but went for me like teen girls running in One Direction (sorry). Zombies aren't the slow-witted and lumbering kinds, no sir. Zombies are the ones who will rush towards you with the speed of the undead, which I can tell you is pretty damn fast.
#6 Isotonic drinks are useless
Here's something to try out. Try running with all your might until you get lightheaded and dizzy, then gulp down a can of any isotonic drink you can find. If you're anything like me, the mixture of both these elements will cause you to retch uncontrollably. And then the zombies will kill you and you will go from lightheaded to no headed.
#5 Weapons are necessary for survival
This may seem like one of those "duhhh" statements, but I realized how important it is to have that shovel in your hand when a real zombie apocalypse hits. The zombie run doesn't allow for any physical contact with the zombies, which isn't good advice when a swarm of zombies are surrounding you. While dodging and evading zombies is all fun, it saps up precious energy needed to outrun said zombies. Without weapons or the permission to even push zombies away, survival was almost impossible. What I would have done to have at least a water gun in my hands, just so I could feel a little bit safer.
#4 Mother Nature is a b*tch
In a zombie apocalypse, the main enemy will be Mother Nature. A zombie outbreak is probably a form of Mother Nature taking her revenge, sort of like a giant middle finger to the humans who have been deflowering (sorry) nature. During the Zombie Run, the terrain was equivalent to a adolescent teen's face; there were so many holes that the "field" we were running on should have legally been renamed as such. The ground was so uneven that I saw a guy trip and take a barrel to the face, and that isn't even a joke because he seriously slammed face first into a metal barrel prop.
You know Mother Nature isn't playing around when she uses man-made items to hurt us.
#3 Teamwork is vital
There is a reason the zombie run required us to have 3 other team mates; it's literally impossible to survive alone. This also means that there will be team mates who have to die in order for the others to survive. It's a harsh and cruel world out there in a zombie apocalypse. My team died pretty quickly because we had no teamwork at all and we were all just running for our lives. Literally.
#2 The power of the Chup*
Most Malaysians know the basic concept of chup; or the act of pausing time, for all you non-Malaysian readers. Hell, even the zombies knew and respected the chup. I suffered a minor cramp while avoiding a pothole and a lunging zombie (see #3 Mother Nature is a b*itch) and couldn't move for a long time. I immediately lifted my hand and did the chup sign and the zombie chasing me just stopped, scratched her gnarled head and walked away. The power of the chup in a zombie apocalypse is overwhelming*.
*Note: This only applies to Malaysian zombies.
#1 Zombies will freaking win
What? Have I mentioned this before? Oh yeah, waaaaay up there. Well, this is a warning. The zombies will freaking win. There is no escaping or surviving a zombie apocalypse. Here's a fun fact: my wave had about 80-90 people in it. Only 2 people survived the 1km zombie run. TWO FREAKING PEOPLE out of almost a hundred. One of the survivors used his classmates (a whole freaking class of about 30+ people) as his "peace" offerings to the zombies for a safe passage, that is to say, he surrounded himself with friends and sacrificed them like lambs for the slaughter. There is no winning in a zombie apocalypse. Zilch.
And on that depressing note...
Cheerios!
But among the 2 runs, the memory of the Zombie Run stuck with me the longest. Until now, I still have nightmares about being chased by killer zombies. Here are 8 things I learned from participating in my first ever zombie run.
#8 The zombies will win
If a zombie apocalypse does happen for reals (and I have no doubt that it will), I will be the first in line to offer my body to the zombie cause. There is no winning against the undead. The last stretch of the run was an entire field completely dominated with zombies. I was already out at this point (technically a zombie already), so it didn't matter to me. But the fact remained that there were more zombies than human survivors. And if life has taught me anything, it's to go with the majority.
#7 There are no slow zombies
Almost all the pre-Zombie Run material said that there would be different kinds of zombies; the slower Stumblers and the fast Chasers. I found out that this wasn't the case because none of the zombies stumbled around, but went for me like teen girls running in One Direction (sorry). Zombies aren't the slow-witted and lumbering kinds, no sir. Zombies are the ones who will rush towards you with the speed of the undead, which I can tell you is pretty damn fast.
#6 Isotonic drinks are useless
Come and get it.
Here's something to try out. Try running with all your might until you get lightheaded and dizzy, then gulp down a can of any isotonic drink you can find. If you're anything like me, the mixture of both these elements will cause you to retch uncontrollably. And then the zombies will kill you and you will go from lightheaded to no headed.
#5 Weapons are necessary for survival
It's small but I'd take it.
This may seem like one of those "duhhh" statements, but I realized how important it is to have that shovel in your hand when a real zombie apocalypse hits. The zombie run doesn't allow for any physical contact with the zombies, which isn't good advice when a swarm of zombies are surrounding you. While dodging and evading zombies is all fun, it saps up precious energy needed to outrun said zombies. Without weapons or the permission to even push zombies away, survival was almost impossible. What I would have done to have at least a water gun in my hands, just so I could feel a little bit safer.
#4 Mother Nature is a b*tch
In a zombie apocalypse, the main enemy will be Mother Nature. A zombie outbreak is probably a form of Mother Nature taking her revenge, sort of like a giant middle finger to the humans who have been deflowering (sorry) nature. During the Zombie Run, the terrain was equivalent to a adolescent teen's face; there were so many holes that the "field" we were running on should have legally been renamed as such. The ground was so uneven that I saw a guy trip and take a barrel to the face, and that isn't even a joke because he seriously slammed face first into a metal barrel prop.
You know Mother Nature isn't playing around when she uses man-made items to hurt us.
#3 Teamwork is vital
There is a reason the zombie run required us to have 3 other team mates; it's literally impossible to survive alone. This also means that there will be team mates who have to die in order for the others to survive. It's a harsh and cruel world out there in a zombie apocalypse. My team died pretty quickly because we had no teamwork at all and we were all just running for our lives. Literally.
#2 The power of the Chup*
Most Malaysians know the basic concept of chup; or the act of pausing time, for all you non-Malaysian readers. Hell, even the zombies knew and respected the chup. I suffered a minor cramp while avoiding a pothole and a lunging zombie (see #3 Mother Nature is a b*itch) and couldn't move for a long time. I immediately lifted my hand and did the chup sign and the zombie chasing me just stopped, scratched her gnarled head and walked away. The power of the chup in a zombie apocalypse is overwhelming*.
*Note: This only applies to Malaysian zombies.
#1 Zombies will freaking win
What? Have I mentioned this before? Oh yeah, waaaaay up there. Well, this is a warning. The zombies will freaking win. There is no escaping or surviving a zombie apocalypse. Here's a fun fact: my wave had about 80-90 people in it. Only 2 people survived the 1km zombie run. TWO FREAKING PEOPLE out of almost a hundred. One of the survivors used his classmates (a whole freaking class of about 30+ people) as his "peace" offerings to the zombies for a safe passage, that is to say, he surrounded himself with friends and sacrificed them like lambs for the slaughter. There is no winning in a zombie apocalypse. Zilch.
And on that depressing note...
This is a complete lie.
Cheerios!
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