Mom is! Living alone sucks man, I pay 4000rm of rent which would get me a fucking villa
I have to wash my own clothes
I have to cook my own dinners. Most of the time when i remember i can’t cook i just eat a sandwich, but I often forget and get ambitious, like tonight. My green curry looked like the swamp thing shat out cunks of cow 
So go ahead all you people living with your family. Go up to your mom and tell her how fucking awesome her green curry chicken is, tell her how if you try making it , it would like like the Rhino faeces.
Fuh, I must say I’m quite pleased about this about the outcome. I had reserved optimism about the outcome as I expected it was wrong and I’m glad to be proven so. I must say thanks to Gloria though since what she did for me was not standard procedure. :O
Might pop by with some cake. Hmmm cake 
Finally, went for the London 10k.
Now , I expected Hoped to finish in under an hour. At most, I’d give myself 1 hour and 3 minutes. Anything within this time would be considered a success.
Unfortunately, I only managed to finish in 1 hour 6 minutes and 1 second. I’d still consider it a good run though , as I thought I was going to die.
I’ve learnt :-
-Running in daytime is hard. Very fucking painfully hard
-Running 8 KM and extending 2 for the actual race isn’t as smart as running 12 KM practise and deducting 2.
I was massively bushed after the 10k run. I Literally went home and fell asleep.
I need to improve. Will change the training to include further distance at 10 average and 8 minimum. I also need to include 1 day time run on the weekends.
 Thought I was going to faint
Oh god i love myself. I broke my goal quite badly. I was aiming for 8kms in 50 mins and I just did 8kms in 48.50. I’m very close to my goal pace which is 10kmh, at 9.8kmh
Now i just need to make sure it’s not a fluke. Keep this up for the rest of the week and this pace for Sunday and I’ll be satisified. In fact, if i’m 3 minutes over 1 hour for the 10km run, i’ll be satisfied.
Right, just for reference because in a few years this post might sound alittle peculiar. I’ve been on a bit of a running streak this past six months. Infact I’ve quit smoking 6 months ago during christmas and from there on, i’ve been living this mostly ascetic life. Mostly as I still sometimes go out for drinks, but what’s life without some fun , right?
Anyhow, I’ve been going running every other day for the past 6 months and from what started as a 2km run in 20 minutes, I’ve moved on to a 15km run over 2 hours. My current goal is to train and complete a 10km run in under an hour. Unfortunately the problem with speed is I need to lighten the baggage.
I broke my personal best today and almost hit my personal milestone which was to complete 8KM in 50 Minutes. Did it in slightly over, at around 50.50 give or take. The current time was the result of deductions from waiting at traffic lights as well. Otherwise it would be about 53 minutes which was my previous best.
And towards that goal, I’ve been wavering in the 89KG section this past couple of days. Hopefully I’ll stay under. The goal is to hit around 84 and then find a way manage my eating so I stop losing weight.
here I was backing up some of my photos from picasa when I found this. I need to backup more often as i lost quite a few photos when my hdd that was sent to me died
will probably use bonkey to upload via ftp
I know what I must do, but I lack the conviction to do it. Change isn’t easy especially when it requires effort and so much uncertainty.
it’s strange, about 1 year ago this time, i was extremely depressed. the sort of depressed i can’t relate or understand anymore. From this point it just seems so far away and so silly. And as quickly as it came without provocation or reason, it’s gone. Replace wtih a strange contentedness. I believe a better word for it would be gratefulness. For the silly simple things of problems that didn’t happen. I could whine about my pay, how i have no money, I have no friends but instead I’m fixed on how I no problems, my family has no problems and as few it is to count, it happens to outweigh them all. I hope it lasts. The feeling and the good luck.
they say that your fucking bread lands on the buttered side up because thats the most relevant one we remember but i swear today that fucking piece of shit bread landed on a square strip of plastic the side of a small key. and by piece of shit bread i meant my keyboard and the plastic bit being my fucking 17-55mm 2.8 IS lens. I have effectively cracked the only exposed piece of plastic on my lens. The one piece of plastic the size of a small key. WHAT THE FUCK. I couldn’t have hit the piece of plastic with the keyboard even if i aimed for it. FUCK!
Fuck your butter!
FUCK your toast!
Atleast the lens works la. Doesn’t make me less pissed off
fellows! country men, heed my warning, the end is nigh. The gods are punishing us for our hubris! Not 12 moons past, and we’ve had the earth quake and crumble beneath our feet, and the skies filled with ash, dragged from the underworld by the minions of the devil himself to shake us from our lofty dreams. We’re harshly reminded that for all men might achieve , we’re but mortals , specks in the river of time. Even the once mighty greeks crumble before the weight of the end as the english rally their forces in hope to stave off the final assault of chaos. Brothers! Prepare thyself and live with fear in your hearts that you might be judged. Live honourably whilst you still can , and maybe, just maybe, it will stem the ebb of the seas that threaten to drown us all.
I was trying to say this was a bad year
Haiti – EArtquake
Iceland – Volcano
Greece – Bankrupt with spain/portugal to possibly follow
England – Hung parliment/ 10 degree weather in spring.
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