tonight is one of those times when i feel really lousy about myself.
my weight has been stagnant; my appetite has grown to become insatiable; my knees has deteriorated over the past few days; my legs are still fat; my complexion has worsen; and my hair is becoming more frayed and wavy.
in other words, i feel totally defeated, totally diffident about myself.
sometimes, i wished i could easily chop off a few pounds of my flabby flesh, but if this was possible, antonio would have lost his one pound of flesh to shylock in merchant of venice. i wished i could alter my genes to have good skin and straight hair. if this was possible, there would be more of anton freeman and less of vincent freeman from gattaca. i wished i could paste a medicated plaster that would get rid of my knee pain instantaneously. if this was possible, sophie hatter would not have encountered the scarecrow in howl's moving castle.
but the sad truth is, science isn't always able to conquer nature. what was unachievable hundred years ago, remains unachievable today. and what's unattainable today, may remain unattainable forever.
for now, what i really want is a miracle pill. one that would either morph me into perfection, or make me a more contented person.
