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Ever since I came back from the United States several weeks ago, I’ve had very little chance to properly work out. Because of that, I’ve gained a shiteload of fatty-tissue. I would say about 5 or 6 kilograms worth. That’s a lot. That’s a whole lot. Now some of you might think that the lack of time is just an excuse, and on one hand it is, but on another hand it isn’t.

You see, when I came back from the US, I was already heavier than when I went there. It seems that everytime I go there, this happens. I don’t want to draw any conclusions without having all the information, but it seems to me that the diet there, and the lack of excercising on my part combined result in added weight.

After me return I fell ill. Really ill. No excercising for me. Then I had a fuckload of guests come over from the United States and Denmark, which resulted in less time to excercise and living a bit of a hectic lifestyle which leads to imporper diet.

You see, I don’t eat very healthily. I eat in restaurants often and though the food in restaurants is good, it’s not very healthy at all. I compensate my terrible diet by excercising regularly. My regular schedule is as followed;

– Two times a week I practice Classical Kung Fu [Choy Lee Fat] for an hour and a half per session.
– Once a week I practice Modern Kung Fu [Wu Shu] for two hours, but this is on saturday evening and I often slack greatly around that time.
– Two times a week I do aerobics [Tae Bo, Body Shaping, Spinning, etc] and power fitness for about an hour to an hour-and-a-half at a time. This is to compliment my Kung Fu excercises more than anything else…also, it’s necessary to keep my tummy flat and my health up.

That’s not too shabby if you ask me. But still, I’ve turned grotesquely fat [relatively speaking] and I need to start watching my health since the cough that I had when I came back from the US still hasn’t subsided. So I was talking to VDL about this, and he recommended a better diet; check. Also, I’m going to go back to my regular fitness schedule. I hope that within a few weeks I’ll be back to my normal level.

My love is growing and I can hear the ice crack beneath my feet. One of these days I’ll overstep the boundaries that have been set up. But what do you do when you cry with every smile?

Insecurity is what keeps me in check. The terror of breaking something valuable in order to gain something of even more value is what keeps me docile.

So much wasted time if I can have what I want. So foolish if I can’t.

Is it wrong when I am starting to feel a kinship to L.J. Washington?

You are all in my head.

You people don’t exist until I meet you. Until I verify your existence. This is usually not such a bad thing, seeing as how most people you come across online are like most people you come across in the really real world; sub humans. I don’t like to meet sub humans and thus have no curiosity to satisfy. But sometimes I stumble across some very interesting individuals online…and they leave me in awe and wonder.

I am a very physical person, or at least I consider myself to be. Not only do I enjoy physical contact, I like watching people that I like; how they move, how they carry themselves, how they talk, how the work and how they play. I have an almost irrepressible urge to meet these people, to find out who they really are. To find out what this terrible medium has kept hidden from me…

…and I do. I spend insane amounts of money travelling across the globe to meet certain individuals I’ve met online. Most notably; Erik, Claus, Josh, Jan, Jeff, Megan, Adam, George, Caz, Thorn…

I would like all of you to know that I mean no disrespect when I say that I consider you unreal people, and I don’t consider your well-wishings, hugs, kisses and whatnots to be pointless…but since I care much for my friends, and have picked up some nice trust-issues since child-hood, I have to verify you before I allow you into myself. I have to consider you unreal people until you are verified because I don’t want to feel as much as I do for some of you without having met you…my careful and suspicious nature won’t allow it.

Your hugs and wuffles are appreciated, but they just emphasize the distance and the lack of a true bond.

Recently I’ve met certain people online, that have become very close in a hurry. It’s very gratifying to realize that you can transcend distance and cultural barriers in order to set up friendships…but sometimes that nagging feeling throws me off, and I have to back off. I can’t commit myself completely to a friendship like I do in real life. I can’t be as passionate about as I can in real life. My careful and suspicious nature won’t allow it.

I want to ask someone of you, and you know who you are, to be patient with me until we’ve met.

Welcome to my world;

I have, currently, one Portugese, two Americans, two Danish, one British and one other Dutch person sleeping over at my house. Normally I have someone come in once a week to clean my house, but since my entire living room is one large bed at the moment, and my guests are trying very hard to remain drunk throughout their entire stay while maintaining an air of cultural sophistication by visiting musea and such. The latter is a terribly nice experience, people are either giggling like young schoolgirls getting condoms handed out in biology class, or they’re clutching their head in anguish, pain and suffering like a heroin addict trying to get by on their daily dose of government funded methadon distribution.

During all of this, I am trying to get by on 3 to 4 hours of sleep a night, and working a full workday the next day. You see, with the introduction of the Euro on a couple of days from now, certain things I work on need to be upgraded, maintained and regulated rather strictly. This means no vacation for poor ole me. It sucks.

Last night our little group of people stumbled into my house after a few hours of powerdrinking. We didn’t have all that much time as we left my house at 1:00 am to have “a small beer” at a local pub. Determined to get completely hammered, one of my friends went from 0 to 60 in 0.037 seconds and most of them joined in rather quickly. So by the time we got home it was about 3:30 am and two of them decided to raid my fridge of it’s alcoholic beverages. My fridge held a couple of cans of Guinness which they quite aptly killed in a matter of minutes. When I pulled out a bottle of Bacardi that I still had laying around for emergencies just like this one; I was received like the fucking messiah, complete with chanting and everything. It was about 4:30 am when I went to bed…I woke up at 8:00 am to go to work again.

Ugh.

…at least I had a bunch of fun! :)