Well, after accidentally spilling my drink onto the keyboard, its safe to say that it wasn't going to last at all.

But, probably and hopefully, I will be able to use it again in a week's time.

Be safe and cya all till then!

When I overheard that I was as tall as my cousins, the first thought that came to mind was ...
"Oh Gawd ... the universe shrunk around me!"

Either way, it was awesome :3

Will be gone for a few days, staying over at grandma's. A bit of a celebration going on.

Just a heads up, will be back 2 days tops :3

So … I just found out that I’ve been (randomly) chosen for conscription to the country’s ‘National Service’ program. Where … you apparently learn how to be a better citizen. At boot camp. By doing boot camp activities. … We Malaysians really don’t know what the F we’re talking about most of the time.

Anyways, I’ve been told from the internet that the program itself isn’t terrible, asides from major hiccups every now and then (like death or otherwise a major incident). However, I was bummed out when I was pretty much told that I’ll be gone to the next state (probably even the next peninsula) for 3 months at the start of next year (probably, but sometime next year guaranteed). Doing boot camp activities. To learn how to be a better citizen. … this. This part really brings me great dismay.

And no, I cannot refuse unless I have a really severe handicap (severe health issues, financial difficulties, lack of limbs, etc.) I’ll either go, or be sent to jail. Yes, it is a federal crime to not report yourself to this program.
I just hope the government is sensible enough to understand that you don’t need to go to boot camp to be a better person/a more understanding person/ a patriotic suck-up and scrap it out of existence like the brown stain that it is in the (really) near future. Preferably before I report myself.

Honestly though, I did felt like punching the computer screen in mixed feelings.

After getting a rough estimate of a month's bill if you would stay in an apartment and making several calculations, I have found out that it's going to be/is very stressful.

I mean, I can totally understand most of you who don't give refunds (unless you're actually super rich and greedy, if that's the case FU) and those who are desperately trying to scrape a living off of their work.

Truly I commend those who're working hard for their earn.

+Respect

1.) What would you like to see more from me, and
2.) Should I change accounts to a better named one?

Too bad I won't be getting my cake today, cuz the shop ran out of the one I like >:C

Are we allowed to show organs in our drawings? Like exposed hearts and all that?

Right. What exactly do you know about blobs? The super fat furs, not the sentient jello things ... though I guess you could call fat-blobs that too. In this nice lil journal, I'll attempt to (at least what I think is) deconstruct this favorite fetish of ours and point out some mistakes that people seem to keep making.

Blobs, is the fandom's classification for living creatures whose weight exceeds a predetermined level, essentially becoming a "blob of fat". While we do enjoy these things, there are many things that people don't know about blobs. Here are a few;

- Stomach strength and space: In the fandom, furs are often depicted to have super stretchy and super impenetrable stomachs. This allows for a ridiculous amount of expansion from the size of a full grown man to the rest of existence. In reality, stomachs can only hold so much before it starts to register pain from the overload. Even then, there's the apparent fact that stomach can't fit most inedible objects some extreme omnivores (those who eat other things asides edible food) are very much capable of.

Furs would some time argue that they can hold in a massive buffet because they're stomach is just that thick, allowing for a generous amount of expansion. If that's true, then imagine how ridiculously thick the walls of their stomach may be if its empty; it would be so small, there would be barely enough space to fit in one dish. Others say that their stomach are just that rubbery, like it was made of carbon nanotube. Which we all very much know is downright silly.

Another thing most people don't understand is that a bloated stomach looks much different than a bloated belly. The stomach is located just under the lungs and heart, but above the intestines, which makes up most of our abdomen. So, in fact, a bloated stomach should never look like a bloated belly.

- Digestion speed: Another thing about reaching blob-level of weight is to quickly digest food (or what have you) and simply turn it into nutrients (often fat) and quickly sorting it all out into their skin. While this process is true, the speed and unGodly amount of fat stored isn't. For one thing, like all living things, take time to digest. The time taken varies between living thing to living thing.

Digestion (in animals) is the process of breaking down complex combination of proteins and fats into simpler combinations for our digestive tract to absorb. In RP, this process is often at lightning speed or as some writers would say, "at the speed of plot". This defies any sort of biological capabilities. Sometimes, furs will claim that they have full control over their digestion speed. While this could be probable, its still beyond our abilities to do such.

Another thing about this is that furs have the innate ability to absorb, transfer and store all that fat also at the speed of plot. Most fat is store within the skin as heat absorbers and natural dead weight. Other times, fat will just drift within the blood stream (if not other places). Stored fat can also be converted into reserve carbohydrates and vice versa. One of the major problems about this is that nothing within this realm of reality can efficient;y transfer all that fat that fast. The other problem that no one seems to notice is that the skin is not made of magical rubber and does not infinitely stretch based on how much fat you just recently digested.

Much like many expansion fetishes; the skin cannot stretch infinitely based on what ever phlebotinum fuels such fetishes. In this case, the skin and flesh of a being is often stretched and grow based on how much fat is digested. Not true. The skin, like a small tight rubber balloon, can only stretch so far before bursting. That's right, the skin can burst.

One of my favorite offenders of this fetish are those at Eldritch abomination sizes; islands, cities, countries planets yadayadayada. I've explained this in a previous sleep deprived rant last time, but no such sizes should be able to exist. The reasons are as listed above, but the one I ranted about was about the "mass = strength of gravity" problem. The more mass an object has, the stronger its gravitational influence, either on itself or anything around it. Once reaching a certain level of blob, its mass would start to create its own gravitational force. But since fat (or you for that matter) isn't such a dense material; you would eventually collapse into your own gravity. What happens afterward is not exactly known. Either you become a small meteorite of concentrated but dead ... "biomass" or otherwise. Im just gonna forget that crazy rant about how you would implode into a star or something, but Im gonna go with this new idea of mine.

and that's about it really. That was fun to write :D Nice to finally get that out of my system x3

I hope you guys enjoyed reading all the way without going TL;DR. Until the next Fat Physics, bye~~! x3

Welp, the operation was a success and I'll be outta here by noon, hopefully.

Right now, my throat hurts like a fuck, I got glob of phlegm that won't leave me alone and I need to pee every now and then cuz of that water bag thingy.

All in all, I should be fine by the end of the week.

Thanks to those who wished me the best x3

Will be heading of to the hospital very soon. Staying there until the next morning for my tonsillectomy (removal of tonsils).

Wish me all is well, guys!

Alright, like a lot of you don't know, I recover from depression easily.

It's weird, it's crazy and I don't even know how my brain works. My body just hates being depressed (I await fat jokes). I just shake off depression and go on with my life, though a wee bit scorn.

For those who wanted to know so badly, Me and Dad got bickered about dad constantly breathing down my neck about how to live my life. I get that he's concerned about my health and all that crap, but he doesn't have to threat eviction if I don't do something he keeps shoving in my face about.

After that, I got this empty feeling and just ... well, cleaned out my room. Tidied things up and put away my crap. It was weird and wrong. Just ... 'yeech' kind of disgust. Sure it was nice I got to finally hammer a nail to hang my calendar, but getting things done with this ... emptiness ... worried me ...

But hey, blitz hiatus! So that's a thing ... hopefully not only my thing ... cuz ... I'm pretty sure people are like this too ... right?

Anyways, seeing from the previous journal, I didn't give a load of you heart attacks, just a pawfull and I'm sorry. I still am.

Oh and reminding you fatbuttfaces that I got my tonsillitis (terrible occasional tonsil swelling) operation at the end of the week, so at least comment about that <:C

Guys, bad news;

After getting upset with my dad, I decided to go on a depression hiatus of my own. Not because dad punished me or anything. This is for my own good and to make sure dad doesn't plan on breaking the laptop later on with I get out of hand again.

Hopefully I won't take too long. Take care, friends. See you all on the flip-side.

He who loves you all,
Zahidi "FatFox15" Ilman.

PS: I'm sorry. For everything. And me.

So ... just a heads-up about my lack of activity here.

I have been diagnosed with tonsillitis, a condition that causes your tonsils to fuck all with you and causes all the viruses to invade.

Right now, I'm just sick with a fever, a running nose and other fuck-face bacteria. GET OUT Goddammit! I need to liiiiiiivvveeeee!

I'm getting my tonsils ripped out on the 23rd (presumably 22nd at your end you westerners).

There is a test at school going on blablabla but what ticked me off is that sick students get fuck all about retaking tests.

"Oh you broke your leg? Need to take the week off? Well too bad, if you do then you will get nil for your scores, but due to management fucks higher up in the chain, we'll give you a mercy score of .... 1.)

Meanwhile the students who have had to go to contests get all the retakes they want;

"You went an lost a game? Not to worry, as long as you ruined the school name, we'll give you another chance."

HNNNNGGGGGGG. THIS. WHY. ADSCLSAUANCPAKMCPAONCAPOCACD.

*Headdesks*

I'll be here,being a living corpse if you need me.

I had been grumbling since Monday this week because of how my teachers had been scolding me/my class about how important The Big Test is going to be. It just drove me insane with all this bullshit.

From how I see it, The Certificate (or whatever it is you have at your place) is like fake gold; It has no real value, its only for showing off, its for better appeal to companies and nowadays, even affordable at a very cheap price. Yes, you can actually buy forged certificates right off the streets and get away with it.

And then, the actual paradox; You're 'learning' something ONLY for the test, never for yourself (unless you actually have interest in it), and you forget what you have learned the year after you graduate. So, effectively, you're learning something, only to forget it not too long later.Even the teachers themselves say that the value of the Certificate had declined over the years. In their time; a solid A is harder to achieve than it is today.

The teacher then continued that "It will bring you satisfaction and fulfillment when you score those 'A's". I could not laugh at this any more louder. First of all; it bullshit. Well, for me it is, because I'm not getting those 'A's for myself, no. I'm getting these 'A's JUST so that I can get a job and get my mother's approval; effectively removing ANY sense of satisfaction and fulfillment. So, the way they see it is that I have to sit down and "learn" all this that I never wanted/liked and then forget the next year and then be happy about it? No. Of course not. That's fucking wrong!

The Certificate should not be used as a rule; it should not be a standard of how "smart" you are. The Certificate should help you appeal to your future-bosses, but never actually be a form of currency. It should either be abolished or downgraded to a proper rank of importance; An idiot an actually get a high ranking job if he had the proper paperwork and the money, leaving the ones that actually had potential in the dust, doing otherwise low-wage labor.

I really have no hope for my country (or the educational system, for that matter) until they promise to actually rebuild this 100+ year old and VERY dated system for a new, better and much more flexible system that caters to everybody by interest/capabilities and not academics.

Or maybe more capable teachers ...

Taken from their AUP;

"B1: [Age] All account holders must be above eighteen (18) years of age. Any finding by staff or moderators of Blimped.Com of underage usage will result in immediate termination of any account belonging to the user."

So much for that idea, ah well, back to derping around on this site ... I wonder if that's why I don't see many fatfurs I know here there ....

Well, MSN is going down the crapper soon. Anyone got Skype/AIM and are willing to share? :3

News years is here~

What now?

Next year's a comin~!

Drawing their own mature content for their ow pleasure .... I find this aspect about myself very disturbing.

.... ew :P

I walked around, got some swag that I would hopefully post sometime soon, but alas I couldn't find any local/Singaporean furs. I am dissapoint. Hopefully, I would be able to look for them tomorrow~