This blog will get as dusty as my room if I ever fall sick again. But that will be in a million years.. cos my body's tough as steel (from my self-built antibodies). Come SARS may.. I'll survive you.
Strong I may be, however, I'm flawed. I have one greatest fear of the moment. And this judgement day is approaching nearer and nearer. No, it's not exams. Not even death. It's ....the B.E.E.P test. Yes. I dread it so much, I wish I'm dead. But I have to face the music, pull up my socks and.... run. I have to be strong and run till my lungs forbid, till I drop dead upon the 12th point zero stage and till I lay in the ambulance. Yes.. for money or fame. (Both actually)
But, seriously, I'll never manage to crawl till that stage, even if I insisted on crawling on. Not because of the people that will drag me out... But cos I know I'm not physically cut to run at that intensity.
There are no shortcuts. But at the back of my mind, it's difficult to keep wacky ideas like eating steroids from reoccuring. Even the glimpse of hope that I can pysch myself to complete the run is as small as Kate cancelling the entire test.
Since things like eating steroids and waking up the next morning in Pearline's body are impossible, I have to drag my lazy feet to hit the road and push my body limits.
How far can I go? I'll never know. The logic in my mind is in distress, yet the heart pants: "I can, I can." So I'll run till my heart collapse. (maciam hero sia..) Muahahahaha..
hmmmmm...
nahhh... The prospect of waking up in Pearline's body sounds more optimistic. =P
Fly me to the 12th stage right away. Ayyyyyiii..
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