Of Baby Steps and Results…….

Over the past 3 years, I have been on a journey to get the ideal body. I lost 25kg dropping to 62kg but I felt I was too skinny. I started putting on weight again and got introduced to weights. I decided to do only weights without cardio and that again was not satisfactory. I built muscle but I was still largely bigger than I wanted to be.

Two days ago, I came across bodybuilding.com where I found a ton of training programs targeted at different results. From reading different articles on the site, I have come to realize that the ideal workout for me is a combination of cardio and weights….that’s the only way I will get down in size while also building muscle. I picked the 12-week “Lean body program” and I started yesterday. One of the reasons I did not put up a post yesterday (I started typing but I never finished). Between my hectic work schedule, shopping for the right supplies for the program and actually beginning the program, I was drained physically and mentally. 

Day1 of the program was a huge success. I started with weights focusing on my arms and ended with 26mins of high intensity cardio training (HICT). Believe me when I say the burn was felt lol! The entire day got me thinking of why it was such a success. There were some things I accomplished that I had originally thought I wouldn’t be able to (the HICT) in particular.

The first thing I think I did well was my research. There were so many programs on the site that promised results in a shorter period of time but they were all extremely intense. I want to be able to pace myself. 12 weeks isn’t such a long time in the grand scheme of things and it’s not like I have some deadline. I’m not competing with anyone but myself. 

The second thing was preparation. There were a couple of items I had to get in order to stick to the meal plan. I could have decided to just start and go with the flow but I’m so sure the day would not have been as successful if I had done that. Preparation is so key to success. This is echoed and re-echoed in my workplace. Very few things are as embarrassing as an unprepared salesman during a pitch. Even for job interviews etc, preparation is so fundamental. If you follow me on snapchat, you would have seen my 200+ seconds of preparation yesterday lol!

The last but not the least is to pace yourself till you cross the finish line. I had 26mins of cardio and different reps of weight work. Because of small goals like completing 10 reps to make a set or running for 2mins then increasing resistance, I was able to finish. Often times, we expect to hit the goal at a stretch and most times, we stop short of the destination. Tiny goals help you celebrate your little accomplishments till you achieve your desired result.

Today is day 2 and I can’t wait for 6pm so I head to the gym. I’m taking my journey one day at a time and I plan to celebrate each day I stay on track like I just won the lottery 😊. Set those little goals today…remember, many baby steps equal one giant stride.

Be great,

Enobong.

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Of Attitide and Ownership……

I can say I come in contact with about 100 people on a daily basis and one thing that stands true for everyone I meet is that success is best achieved when two things come together….a winning attitude and a high level of ownership. 

A winning attitude is something you cannot teach. When I work with people, I’m always particular about the attitude of the individual. Skill can be taught. We have many people today who wait for external reasons to deliver on certain objectives. There is always a reason why things aren’t working. This is a key reason why many people aren’t successful. When I say success, I am not referring to monetary success. I mean success in general….be it weightloss, riding a bike, learning how to make hair etc….you will seldom have everything at 100%. Your ability to make the most out of all circumstances will determine your level of success.

Ownership is key to every success story. You need to first and foremost be your own driver. External people/circumstances can motivate you but if you do not own that task, you will not do all you possibly can to succeed. I love talking to my team about ownership because it is very common to see people do “eye service” and less than adequate work behind the excuse of “after all it’s not my fathers business”. 

We forget that life is hugely dependent on referrals. The people who can make things change for you will only do so when they know without a reasonable doubt that you will deliver (I am excluding cases of who your father knows but even then, you will seldom be given important work unless you can deliver). It’s funny but I realised this some days ago when I was recommended for something random because of my performance on something else (can you tell I’m bring cryptic? lol). Even your best friend will not want you on something critical when you’re known to have a lack of ownership and a terrible attitude….

I always ask people who come to me with problems to recommend a solution. I value thinkers. Complainers are a dime a dozen. The question remains “what have you done within your circle of influence?” It may not be perfect, but it shows me that you have ownership and a winning attitude. 

I currently manage three different teams of 20+ per team and the people I rank top of my team are those who go out of their way regardless of the working conditions to deliver. This is the same for most people. Very few things are as awesome as being valued for your contribution. No one will value you if you consistently find faults with no solutions. Always strive to be irreplaceable….ALWAYS!!!!

Be great,

Enobong.

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Of Dreams and Excuses……..

Mehn!!!!!!

I don’t even know where to begin. It’s been exactly 2 years, 5 months and 27 days since my last post. I would wait 3 more days to make it exactly 2.5 years before typing this (because I’m weird like that) but I think (and you probably agree) I’ve delayed this post for long enough….

Ok…..let me catch you up on what’s been going on with me…..I’m done with my MBA *insert massive grin and a virtual pat on my back*….I’ve been working for almost 2 years now at a leading multinational FMCG where I work in Customer business development. I manage over 70 people and live a very very very busy life……I have won 6 awards since joining the company, am on a very good career path and I’m not even 26 yet. 

I mention that last part (you really didn’t need to know that :p) because it ties in to the very essence of this post. 2 days ago, I stumbled upon a page on Instagram that has more or less given me the last push I needed. So the author of the page is a photographer who includes short stories with every picture he puts up. Now I have seen a lot of photography pages and this was the first one that had such an impact I can’t explain it. Every story I read made me want to write again. He had this unique way of creating characters around his pictures…..it was really something. 

I think I realised while going through that page that I have been waiting for a perfect time to return to my first love. As much as my life right now is someone’s dream, it is not mine. I am one of those people who can do a lot of things (I’m not being smug here, it’s just a fact) so I find that I get confused a lot. I have so many paths I can take that lead to success but very few paths that can lead to happiness. I have this dream of finishing a screenplay this year but I have made a lot of excuses…..we are in April  now (OMG where did the year go?)

I have decided to stop making excuses. Someone told me a few months ago that I am not a tree :). It sounds funny but it’s so true. We often act like we are stuck in certain situations/realities and we assume the victim role. I am not a tree. I have a great life, I love my job, I am doing well (although my mum will beg me to stop doing so well before I chase all the men away loooool. I will talk about this one in another post) but I could be happier. I want to see my mind become reality. I want to turn my writing to pictures. I think this is another reason his page was such a reality check. He does the opposite of what I want to do.

I have decided to write the screenplay with 2 other writers so I am accountable. You see, another thing people try to do is change themselves. Seldom works. I know if I don’t convince someone else to go on this journey with me, I may stop again and make more excuses. I will also start putting up posts again. May not be as fictional as you’re used to getting in my space….we’ll just talk. 

Right now, I’m enroute PHC from Uyo but I got this post done….see I’m already figuring things out….multitasking and shii :). I miss Lagos like crazy and I know I’ll be back by July at the latest. To the photographer whose page got me here, I say sosongo(sp?)  (thank you in ibibio). Maybe we’ll meet someday, maybe we won’t but you have inspired me. I am excited to return to my first love and I look forward to less excuses and more conquests. Do you have a dream? Do you have a million reasons why you can’t achieve your dream? Find that one reason why you can and start from there. 

Be great.

Enobong.

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Fix me

Hello guys! So this is my version of the last SYTYCT (refer to previous post). I encourage you to listen to the song that inspired this piece before/while reading the piece. I’ll include the download link again. I hope you enjoy and understand it. The next SYTYCT post will be up soon. Hopefully, more people will participate this time. As always, welcome to my canvas :).

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!! NOOOOOOOOO!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!! STOP THIS PLEASE!! NOOOOOOOOO!!”
*sob* *wail* *sob*
“I NEED HER PLEASE!! WHERE IS SHE?? NOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
*puke*….

That’s mostly what I remember. I don’t know where I am but I’m tied up to a chair. They don’t want to tell me anything. I have begged and begged and begged. They don’t act like I’m there. Except when they come to clean me up. I feel lost and confused. Who are they? Where is she? What’s happening? I need somebody to talk to me. Please…..

She’s here. My eyes are closed but I can feel her……smell her. I open them as a tear slides down my cheek. Fina….“NOOOOOOOOO!!!!” She’s not here. “SHE’S NOT HERE” This is cruel. Why would anyone do this to me? I see her but I can’t have her. I inhale deeply. I inhale again. This is not enough. Please. “STOP THIS PLEASE. WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU?” I feel eyes on me. I feel the tremors coming. I drift away….

I see myself. I see myself watching her. She’s sleeping. It’s quiet. She’s so beautiful. I want to wake her up but I can’t find the stick. “DON’T PANIC”. She’s perfect. She makes everything better. She’s mine. I need to find the stick. “RELAX” I tell myself but I can’t hear me. This is all very confusing. I need her. I need her to make it all better. I see two stones. I remember Fred Flintstone made it work. If he could, why can’t I? I reach for the stones. I am determined. Determination does not seem to be enough after ten minutes. My hands are bruised. Just one more try I tell myself…then one more…one more till you get it damnit…..

I am in the room. The evil room. A man walks in carrying something. He drops it on the bed and leaves. He does not look at me. I feel like shit. I begin to wallow in my self pity. Then I see her. I can’t believe it. I smile at her. She’s not smiling back. Something is wrong. She fell. “SOMEBODY HELP!!!! SHE NEEDS A DOCTOR”. Again, they ignore me. “I can fix you baby but I’m tied up. I’M FUCKING TIED UP.” I feel a wind on my face. Wait. That’s no wind. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO”. They want to kill her. How can someone be so cruel? The fan spins in her direction….It blows her away. In big chunks and little ones. I grab my sides as I rock back and forth. “NOOOO NOOOO NOOOOO”. She’s dying and I’m helpless. I want to go with her. “LET ME GO PLEASE!!!!” Silence…..

I begin to accept my fate. I still have my memories. They can’t take that away. I smile as I remember watching her…. or was it me? Very confusing. I miss my memories. I want to go there. I don’t want to be in this room. I hear a voice. I know that voice. It’s Rosi.

“William can you hear me? It’s Rosi. I’m so sorry I had to do this to you but I love you too much to watch you destroy yourself and everything we’ve built in the process. I once asked you if you’d be there if I fell, got lost or forgot who I was and you said yes. For better or worse right? Well this is me being here at your worst ’cause baby it goes both ways. I will be here every time you fall, get lost or forget who you are. I love you baby and no Mary under the sun can ruin that. I am so sorry we fought. Get better soon baby. There’s so much I want to tell you. Peter started walking yesterday. Can you believe that? Our little boy is walking. I got some of it on camera. They say I can’t show it to you till you’re out of the detox room. We miss you baby. Please do this for us.”

I sob as Rosi speaks. Everything is clear now. I have so much to live for. I have a son and a wife. I want to fight for them. I really do but it’s so hard. Mary makes it all better. Mary….my Mary Jane. “STOP THAT!” Think of Rosi and Peter. Your son is walking. I smile as I engulf myself with thoughts of my wife and son. Everything is going to be alright. Everything has to be alright.

I fall asleep. I see Mary. She still haunts my dreams. NOOOOOOOO….I want Rosi. I miss my Rosi. I hear her voice like it’s coming from far off.

“Relax baby, they call it recovery for a reason”

I smile. Everything will be alright.

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So You Think You Can Think(5)

Hey guys! I am very happy to say SYTYCT is BACKKKK!!!!!. For the newbies, it’s the acronym for the name of this post and it’s a series I ran on the blog where people completed stories from a few given lines. You can go through the archives for a better sense of the series. Apologies to everyone who’s been waiting ever so patiently for the series to continue. To those who have been threatening me, I’m here to say *in Davido’s voice* my jazz is bigger than yours :p. Anyway, SYTYCT is back and we’re on 5 already :D. *insert happy dance*. Moving on….

Ever listened to a song and paused it somewhere because what was said was so deep you needed a few minutes to take it all in? No? Well….you need to listen to better songs :p. This time on SYTYCT, I want to do something a little different :). I want us to write stories around the lyrics of a particular song. I’ll include the lyrics I want us to concentrate on and a download link for those that’ll like to get a sense of the song before writing. What could have been going on when that song was written? What was the person thinking of? What could the lyric mean? How can the lyric be interpreted? You are allowed to be as deep, as literal, as sad, as funny, as anything as you want to be but not off point sha lol! As always, the aim is to be as creative as possible. Test your think-o-meter.

My best friend sent me this song a while back and it’s been playing in my head recently. It’s Hazy by Rosi Golan ft William Fitzsimmons. DOWNLOAD

“I watched you sleeping quietly in my bed/
You don’t know this now but there’s some things that need to be said/
It’s all that I can hear/
It’s more than I can bear/
What if I fall and hurt myself/
Would you know how to fix me/
What if I went and lost myself/
Would you know where to find me/
If I forgot who I am/
Would you please remind me/
Cos without you things go hazy”

That’s the part of the song I want us to concentrate on in whatever we write. As usual, post your piece in the comments section. Really really looking forward to seeing what YOU come up with. I’ll put up mine a week from now or earlier depending on my excitement level but no later that a week. Ooooooo I’m excited 😀

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Mistaken interpretation!!!

So i was doing my usual blog round (yea even though i’ve been missing on blogville, i still keep up with my favourite guys) sometime yesterday and i stumbled on a post called Competition: TWO on The Naked Convos and i was reminded of SYTYCT(So You Think You Can Think which is a writing challenge i had on the blog for a while). I figured since I’ve been so swamped, i haven’t been able to continue SYTYCT, the least i can do is write a story out of what was put up. You can also partake in the competition yourself by clicking on either of the links above although the first link would be the smarter choice. I was inspired by a song called “Omo pastor” by Ajebutter22 ft BOJ. I would encourage you download the song by clicking on the link before proceeding. As usual, hope you enjoy what i was able to come up with. My part starts where the bold text ends :).

Now

Aigbe smiled callously as he watched Esosa tumble backwards onto the floor. He thought to himself that she quite looked like a fish out of water – flailing about, reaching for support that would not be forthcoming. His smile very quickly evolved into a cruel laugh as he watched the back of her head crash onto the cold, tiled floor with a sickening, wet sound. Leaping astride her semi-conscious body, he rained three solid blows onto her torso, working his way from her lower ribcage to her sternum. She yelped, shook and choked with each blow, unable to fight back.

“You are the one that will die, not me, Stupid Harlot!”

He spat into her face as the last blow landed and she choked violently, jerking with the impact of the blow and recoiling from the glob of projectile spittle that had hit her face.

“You!  Are! A! Mad! Dirty! Prostitute!”

Each word was punctuated by a slap that sent waves of pain coursing through Esosa’s head. She could barely speak or shout or scream in protest, much less move. She felt herself start to slip into a numb blackness but she tried to hold on.  Aigbe wrapped his hands around her neck and muttered.

“Witch! Harlot! Your plan has failed!”

Esosa closed her eyes and let the numbing darkness take her as her husband choked the remaining life from her, his wedding ring pressing against her carotid artery.

2 hours earlier

Esosa smiled to herself as she poured the brown powder into the bottle of Merlot. She re-corked it and shook it violently until the powder began to dissolve. She knew Aigbe was already on his way home as he had called her from the airport when he landed. She had everything planned. They were going to have a candle lit dinner, make out a little as she gave the powder time to work, take it to the bedroom and have mind blowing sex. She had only realized how much she missed her husband about twenty minutes earlier when Izien her co-worker had tried to kiss her. She had made the mistake of confiding in him about her marital issue and now he was convinced she should leave her husband and marry him. She had immediately set him straight and asked him to leave. “I have found the key” said Emeka from the kitchen door. She was so startled she almost dropped the bottle. She had forgotten that he was still in the house. He had come to look for a key he said had slipped out of his bunch the last time he visited. “Great. I wish you could join us for dinner” she lied. “some other time maybe. Victoria is waiting for me” he replied as he strode towards the front door. She saw him to the gate and went back in to prepare dinner.

Aigbe received a text from Emeka as the car sped down the freeway. It read “dude! I just left your house. I don’t know how to tell you this but I caught your wife kissing some guy. She does not know I saw them. Also, I think she is planning to poison you tonight. I caught her shaking the wine bottle. I think she put something in it. Be careful o! sebi I’ve been warning you about her. I’ll come over tomorrow. Don’t do anything rash”. He was stunned. He read the text again to make sure he wasn’t making up words. Esosa was cheating on him? He immediately felt a rage he did not know he possessed. At the same time, a song called “omo pastor” by Ajebutter featuring BOJ started playing on the radio. All Aigbe could hear were the phrases “omo pastor, you bring fire to my wood, keeps coming back for more, she’s feeling naughty, finish my shayo, finger lickin”…. He was going to kill the bitch.

2 days earlier

Aigbe stared at the ring as he tried to make up his mind. He was in London for a meeting with a potential investor and things could not have gone any better. A deal had been struck and he was in town for 2 more days before heading back to Nigeria. He wanted to surprise Esosa with a new engagement and wedding band. He had promised her a better one once things looked up and things were looking pretty damn good from where he was standing, “I see the emerald ring has your eye” said the attendant as he brought it out of the display case. The emerald ring had indeed caught his eye as the colour of the stone was Esosa’s best colour. He looked at the price, did a double take, smiled and bought it anyway. He was in a really good mood.

Esosa glanced at the paper once more to make sure she was in the right place. She had gotten the address from the lady at the salon two months earlier but for some reason she had put off going there. Aigbe was out of town and would be back in two days. She planned to have a very romantic night and she was not going to leave the possibility of his equipment working to chance. “Hello! Is anyone around?” she shouted. An old man in a dirty looking tunic came out. “how can I help you?” he asked. “I would like to buy Olokonla” she replied. The lady had told her to say just that. The man went back in and returned with what looked like a brownish powder wrapped in a transparent nylon. “five hundred naira” said the old man as he handed her the substance. She paid and quickly left.

2 months earlier

Esosa smiled to herself as she listened to the conversation going on in the salon. They were talking about a musician whose naked picture was being circulated on the internet. She could not help but feel sorry for the guy. The gist moved on to a guy that sold erectile medicine. She turned in her seat to see who was talking. Aigbe had not touched her for months now. The last time he had tried had been a few months after she had miscarried and he had not been able to get it up. She was very frustrated in her marital home. She knew that if she did not find a way to solve their problem soon, she may be tempted to cheat on her husband. She made a mental note to approach the lady before she left.

Aigbe looked at his watch once more. He was the Managing Director of a failing FMCG company and about a year ago he had been given a deadline to revive the company by the investors. The deadline was fast approaching and representatives from the bank were there to review things. His thoughts travelled to his wife as the meeting dragged on. He would be the first to admit that they were not exactly in a good place. They had lost the baby and the stress from the job had affected the way he performed some of his husbandly duties but hopefully all that would be over soon. He loved her and he was sure she loved him as well despite all the things Emeka had been suggesting. His best friend was so sure Esosa was cheating on him with someone because of their little problem. In Emeka’s opinion, because they had gotten married on a “technicality”, if she was not getting it from him, she was getting it from someone else. Aigbe believed he knew his wife a little better than that but Emeka’s words were not far from his mind. He was jolted back to reality by a nudge on his arm. Apparently they were talking to him.

2 years earlier

Aigbe stared at the ring as what he was about to do dawned on him. He was finally getting married. A part of him wondered if he would be standing there if she had not gotten pregnant but he shoved that thought to the back of his mind. What was done was done. No point crying over spilt milk. He inhaled deeply, picked the ring from the dresser and strode towards the door.  It was almost time.

Esosa could not sit still as her make-up was applied. Aigbe had proposed a month ago and they had to rush things because she was pregnant. Her father had almost killed her when he found out. She knew that as a pastor, he would feel shame over her actions but she had not been expecting the disgust she also saw on his face. She thought about Aigbe. In a few hours, she would be his wife and in a few months, a mother. It was all happening so fast but she was happy.

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The Season of Loss!!!

The room was dark except for the eerie glow that came from the silver scroll. It floated above the cauldron in the center of the room. Ten hooded figures stood in the room but only three hooded figures were brought into light by the glow.
 “How many?” 
 ”241″ 
 “She’s getting better” 
“So it seems”.
“What are we going to do?”
“The only thing we can do. Obey the list”
“Anyone close on the list?”
“Yes. A couple. The tags will be delivered in an hour”
“When do they leave?”
“Tomorrow”.

There was silence in the room as all ten of them let the news sink in. They had less than a day to say goodbye…….

Mary
Mary looked out of her window as drops of rain trickled down the glass. In twenty four hours, she would be married and to the love of her life too. She had met Jason about four years ago and it had pretty much been hatred at first sight. She’d thought he was a pompous ass and he’d thought she was a spoilt brat. How far they had come. She smiled to herself as she remembered the first time they had spent time together. They had been chosen at random to host one of their club events. They both belonged to the toastmasters. She remembered her bad case of stage fright. He had helped her overcome that and had warmed his way into her heart. In the midst of her excitement was a dark cloud. The fear of the future…

The Yellow country had two seasons that came at random. The season of gain and the season of loss. Previously, they had always been able to predict when a change in seasons was upon them but this time was different. They had woken up one day to find a total of fifty four citizens missing. The council had held an emergency meeting but could not explain the sudden change in seasons. The season of loss had come upon them like a thief in the night. All they could do now was warn the people whose time had run out so they at least said their goodbyes before they had to go. The number of people on the list kept growing. They hoped whatever had triggered the sudden change was temporary and things would return to normal as soon as possible. If not, they feared they’d be extinct in a couple of months.

Jason
Jason was on his way out when the mail man arrived. His heart skipped a beat when he saw the bright red envelope. His worst fear was coming true and there was nothing he could do about it. “Does Mary Parker live here?” asked the mail man. Jason felt his heart sink even lower that he thought possible. “No she doesn’t but I’m her fiance” he replied. “my instructions are to deliver this directly to Mary. Can you please redirect me to where she lives?” “Follow me. I’m on my way there” Jason replied as a heaviness filled his heart.

“Have the tags been sent out?”
“Yes they have”
“What time do they leave?”
“5:10pm”
“This has got to stop soon”
“Tell me about it”

Mary and Jason
Mary felt her hand shake as she signed for the letter. She knew what it was even before she opened it. How cruel could the world be? How could she be up? She knew the envelope contained a tag. Her worst fear was coming true. She glanced at Jason. He looked like he was in pain. “OMG”. How was this going to affect him? She wanted to hug him and tell him everything was going to be ok. She wanted to spend her last day loving him. Today was the worst day of her life but she had to make it the best day as it was her last day. “Jason! Jason! Let’s go inside”. He didn’t hear her. He seemed to be in a world of his own.
Jason knew he couldn’t let Mary go. No one that had ever gone had come back. As far as he was concerned, they were all dead. He could not let her die on her wedding day. Never.
The day had been spent together. They had eaten, talked, made love for the first time, cried, reminisced and finally fallen asleep. Mary had kept the tag in a metal box underneath her bed. As she slept, all Jason could think of was that in less than twenty hours, she would be gone. He could not let that happen. He slid out of the bed and reached underneath it for the box. He had a plan….

Jason
He held the tag in his pocket as he joined the queue. He had said goodbye to Mary a few minutes ago. She thought he was going home. He had escorted her to join the queue at the other end of the port. He knew he was supposed to feel terrible for deceiving her but he felt what he was about to do was the right thing to do. It was too early for her to go. The queue advanced as those in front showed their tags and boarded the Punta that was going to take them to the other side. “can we see your tag sir?” asked the tall skinny dude with the scanner. Jason gave him the tag, held his breath as it was scanned and exhaled when he was let through. The tough part was over. He hoped Mary understood that he was doing this out of love. Better him than her.

Mary
Mary was beginning to panic. She couldn’t find the tag. Jason had put it in her bag “Hurry up Miss” said the lady with the scanner. “Please give me a minute. My boyfriend put it in here this morning but I can’t seem to find it. “Are you sure? The tag is quite large and hard to lose. Can you please step out of the line as you search” replied the lady. Mary was very confused. Had Jason forgotten to put the tag in her bag? She had to go home and get it before 5:15pm if not she would get into a lot of trouble with the council. Only one person had ever defied the order the tag held and that person’s whole family had been punished. She started running before she knew what she was doing. “Stop that lady” shouted the attendant as two guards started pursuing her. She felt her arm connect with something sharp but she kept running…

…….Out of breath; she burst into her bedroom. Her chest heaving. Up. Down. Up. Down. Her left hand held on tightly to the gash higher up on her right arm. It was 5:00p.m. Was she too late? She lowered herself to the floor, pursing her lips, bearing the pain. She stretched out her bloody hand to pull out the metal box. It was out. She gently opened it.
It was empty. What? Empty?
Her lips stretched into an unbelieving, cynical smile even as tears fell from her eyes

Ever wonder what happens to a calorie when you hit the gym?

I know this post is almost a year late and I can’t apologise enough. Thanks to those that have been checking up on me and inquiring about SYTYCT. I think its back :). Hope you enjoyed my version to Betty’s ending. I’ll put up the next one soon. Till then, be good. XX.

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