It has been like months I’ve abandoned this blog, seems it dusts and rusts the every pages. *taking broom and start cleaning*.
How are you doing friends ? 
I found this day is like the exhaustion accumulated from the days of the entire weeks. Tons of paper shit, IOW and codes for tons of deadline next week. my whole body feel weary asking for a decent massage, which I hardly find around my place for the affordable price offered. I remembered the last time I called massage service I had to pay 100K for 1 and little more hour not very decent massage, priced like a 5 star hotel service with 0.01 star quality. It offers 2.5 times cheaper and better in my hometown.
well, seems no place can provide the thing I look for shortly, I found the thing important more than I need massage.
My friend said I need to work out, my belly’s getting bigger and thought it kind of, well, natural barrier of attractiveness radiation. yeah he’s right, and I HATE to admit it.
It feels like it just couple of time ago I’ve gotten a review from my CTO. and as I remembered he quipped the bouncing pillowy fat hanging on my belly when I was about walked out the room. “you need to work out” said he.
And then there’s my next cubicle friends who went often touching my belly when we passed in the office pantry, a total harassment to my belly privacy, when since then I prepare a belly defensive hand protection every time we passes by.
there also my girl friend (notice the space between girl and friend), who love to come to my desk just to annoyingly shout and say “hi big belly” in front of group of people sitting around. I never hate her to do that, I still thought she’s funny when I encounter her insult by calling her “hi big cheek”.
it also a time when I came to my colleague wedding. I prepared my best suite on it and try to look as sharp as I can. the disaster came when I eaten so lot so I had to unbutton my suit lately. the only thing prominent of me is not the way I dress, not my suit, not my charismatic way of walk, but yes, it was my belly. groups of people were gather around and had a small talk when, finally, someone talk about my belly, they asked me to button it up and laugh when it was kind of bit forced, said that my belly to big so it was useless to button it up, said that I couldn’t breath, said that I suffered. Totally I suffered they lough at me like that, but no, I was glad that I was the entertainment.
it is the time I should think this belly problem is a serious matter. my another friend said, “you can’t be an artist”. hell yeah ? I think again for those artists in the world, all of them either are skinny or fat. and I’m just like an mid-age old man with disproportionately size of belly. my attractiveness is degrading 150% because of it.
to me, the belly problem is a hot topic, a serious problem I have to deal with, an action plan to work where full commitment is necessary, an issue that if it solved, it can open much much more possibilities to me, like be an artist.
to me, it is done for you big belly, the time for you is over, Six pack is coming closer, you will see it. *i hope so* 
