it struck me that nothing warms my heart more than to see my family gather in the same room,doing the same thing.

Welcome home.

In this entry,
You find some hilarious happenings that occured during the time when Jensen was holed up in his room mugging.
Numerous shots of the evening sky that you've already gotten damn sick of.
Social problems discussed in depth.
Crap.


ok enough of that retarded introduction.this is my century entry.i'll make it look like one.

first of all,congratulations to my friends who had passed the tests of torture.mind-numbing brain-zapping grey-matter-frying flesh-eating words and numbers failed to kill you off.we shall live to poke them with our ballpoint pilot pens again.in 5 months.fuck.

and finally running season is coming to a close with the grand finale approaching in a week's time.6.30am flagoff on Sunday 4th December.If you have nothing to do u can wake up early,hear the birds sing,take a deep breath filled with the stench of sweat by coming down to the CBD on a perfect Sunday morning(if it rains i'll still be in bed sleeping i think).And you'll be lucky enough if you can catch me jogging towards you,then clutching my calf and grimacing in pain,rolling on the tarmac screaming "CRAMP!".remember to take a photo if it happens.

running takes a backseat and climbing goes full gear.it is time, darlings.jensen will become spiderman.soon.with a chalkbag in hand,all i lack is some chalk.and there's a little darling whom i took an affinity to.now that's an incentive.you can be Mary Jane and i can be nerdy Peter Parker.

Manchester United is not experiencing a slump.We will never go down.Keane may have left,Best may have moved to a better place, but we will still walk on strong and mighty like the big machine that crushed all opponents back in the 90s.Every club needs some luck when they hit a bad patch.We'll not wait it out.We'll do something about it.And we hit hard.

Since its the holidays,naturally i'll be baking more often.By Xmas,i'd have formulated the recipe for the perfect choc chip cookie.67 better watch out.you'll be craving for more once you have a taste of it.(that's all big talk.whether or not it tastes gd,you still have to finish it if i bake some.)

And on bird flu.poor ducks and chickens.all they had was a little snot and we kill them all.if they had some tissue,we would have eaten them instead.seriously,i think we need to stop killing to curb the disease.why can't someone find a good way to screen the poultry?needless massacre is simply not the way to go.

And why do i take so many photos of the sky, you ask.because no two days are the same.because the colours of nature floods me with emotions and reminds me how delightful it is to be alive.when you're down,take a walk in a park.take a deep breath of the dew-filled air,that unbeatable freshness.and pray that no smelly jogger pass you by while you're doing that.

and i realised that apart from baking, running, climbing, studying,the occasional novel and watching tv,there's really not a lot in my life.have you ever thought that what if you were this happening cool person who's always the life of the party and always involved in the biggest events that others can only dream of?and so i say,you can never be that happening person until you do something about it.and trying to be someone else is not cool and of course, discouraged.be yourself.end of the day,we return to Mother Earth and become fertiliser for the mimosas and lalangs.

after so much crap,you must be wondering why there's no photos as promised.blogger has got some problem with the uploading.

anyway i'm reading "Anansi Boys" by Neil Gaiman.The creator of the Sandman comics.it's about this guy who discovered that his dad was the spider god Anansi and that he has a twin brother who has godly powers as well.the guy doesn't have any and he's called Fat Charlie.i mean that's his nai ming la.and this new brother goes on to steal his fiancee and wreck havoc on his life.that's where i'm at right now.can sense the turn of tide.this new brother is so gonna get it man....and what's the point of mentioning this book?You must have had a chain of unfortunate events at least once up to this point of your life.For me,it must have been the ankle injury in 2002 during June which killed off any hopes of getting into the canoeing first team,then the breakup,then the loss of the championship to NJ,then the lousy showing at my canoeing competition,and having to deal with the repercussions of not exercising during my recuperation period.your's must be worse.

oh and i'm trying to sell off my levi's jeans.its very much brand-new.a 512 relaxed straight 30 waist 32 in-seam.got a nice worn-out wash with cat whiskers.interested tell me.i'll try putting it on ebay though.

well i guess i've exhausted what little i had to say.i really don't have any social problems to discuss anyway.