bleh bleh

hazim and the new asymptotes
hey. hazim here...again. there is this eminent feeling inside of me waiting to come out. Barf. that's what it might be I think. I have been fasting for just fou days but I feel like everyday around 5 pm I am going to vomit everything I ate several hours earlier. This is so weird coming from someone who has been so used to fasting for 21 years of his life. Not all 21 years.
Barf. baf. barf. That's all i feel. i feel sick. You know why? It's the weight. The weight factor's going to drag me down. i was 63 kilograms before but now i am an insignificant 59 kilograms. That's like a featherweight. I remember when I was still taking karate, i was being categorized as above 60 kilograms when it came to sparring. Nowadays, with the irregular eating habits I've been stapled to, I think I might have to lose some weight this month. It's fine. But bulemia might take over. I just want to barf. Like all the time. Again. And again.
This is so weird. haha. Again. i am saying this like I am some sort of robot. This is so cool, but I can't fathom anything else happening to me.
Tomorrow I am going to ask sombody for money. Then I can finally eat properly instead of depending on people to cook for me and feed me. It just feels so desperate.

weirded out and bored stiff by the internet

hazim and the new asymptotes
hey. hazim here...again. I don't know why I suddenly post here after a big long fat hiatus, but I still feel like there's nothing much I can do online anymore. Last time, I was sooo active, what with myspace and facebook all hogging up my life time. Now, though, I'm bogged down by assignments and a messy personal life which gets messier with every phone call. Nothing will dampen my spirits though. I wioll try and post at least a couple times a week from now, though I'm not sure who would read after all the breaks but hey, I figured if I can get this thing back up and running, then I can use it to launch my book. Yeps. That's right. I am writing a book. I hope it does well. I just want my voice to be heard. It's a bit autobiorgaphical. It's about a werid boy with an imaginary friend. Haha. laugh. Laugh. Anyways, I will post something later when my mind stumbles across a half-decent idea. Promise. Buh-bye. hazim. Out.