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Whenever I am alone (or feel to be alone), I imagine stuff. Imagining stuff is fun, especially if it won't come true. Like for example, when I was sitting on the toilet this morning, I imagine myself having this six-pack abs and carrying those big guns on my shoulders. However, I think to myself, I can't do that.

Wait. I think I can.

Steroids? Too risky.

Gym? Too expensive.

Home Gym. Too lazy.

See. It's better to imagine than do it. But as I noticed my bulging tummy hanging around my waist. I need to act fast. I don't want to be fat. Period. I don't have any issues on fat people because some of my friends are fat. My dad's has a big tummy. :)

What if I have a perfect body to die for, I imagined again. When I do have one, I probably would go to the beach everyday and take my shirt off and, you got the point.

So I acted fast. I really, really, acted fast.

After office hours, I went immediately to a shop selling Whey Proteins. Goodness, I want one of them big bottles babies since I was 10. As stupid as I am, I asked the seller if it will make my body bigger. He told me he's selling supplements, not steroids. Good answer.

24 grams of protein awesomeness!

So I need to exercise AND drink those protein shakes after all. Sigh.

Too late to remorse, I already bought one BIG (as in) bottle of a Whey Protein with Coffee Caramel flavor. Sweet. I have to open it tomorrow though because I went to the gym yesterday. I need to have 3 sessions per week so that I can obtain those wash-board abs. (what's a wash board abs, by the way?)

Yumminess Paul. :)