Long day

Geez.

I've had such a surreal day today. It goes something like this.

Woke up at 4.30am to pick up my sister from the airport with my dad. Told my dad that we didn't need to leave too early, but he insisted that we did, "in case the flight gets there early". End up waiting nearly a hour for my sister.

Get back to my parents house at 6.45. Sit around until 9.30, before parents decide that they want to take me and my sister and my niece to Tescos.

I waffle around Tesco's like a zombie, wishing my mum wouldn't examine an apple like the way that a weapons inspector examines a weapon of mass destruction. We leave Tesco's at 11am.

My dad then takes me to Lambeth town hall so that I can get a parking permit. Lambeth, in their eternal wisdom, decide that a staff of two is sufficient enough to handle parking inquiries in the second biggest council in London. End up queuing up for half a hour.

By then, I'm not in the best of moods.

Anyway, I go back home to have lunch. My sister, her husband and my two nephews turn up to visit my sister. Kids at this point turn psycho and decide to run around the living room like maniacs. At that point, its decided that we'd go to the park to let them run round and exhaust themselves.

At Battersea park, we try to find the adventure playground for the children. Somehow we end up walking around the park, and the adults suffer from exhaustion and delusions of life without children. Still, watching the kids play makes up for our suffering.

We get back home, and my brother in law suggests going out to Chinatown for dinner. So, we head off into town, all looking forward to a lovely meal.

Which we didn't get.

Food was disappointing, Elliot was crying non stop in frustration as it was way past his bed time, Tobey decided that running back and forth to play with the restaurant fridge was more fun than sitting in his seat and everyone else was just plain knackered.

Now sitting back in Woking, watching the telly. I think its the most relaxed I've been all day!

Lose weight, NOW!

God, I really do have to lose weight - at the moment, I really do feel like the Death Star now (thanks Mike for that quote, you git!). In the past, disregarding my body size, I've always been quite a naturally healthy person - for example, ive got natually good stamina, and I'm hardly ever seriously ill, but now it seems thats all gone down the pot now.

So now, its time to reclaim my health (and to regain my youthful good looks that attracted many a young lady). I'm going to join a gym, and i'm going to cut out my junk food. I can't keep going on like this, otherwise, i'm going to be a dead Biffy!

Lunch with Simon

Just came back after having lunch with Simon in Ealing. Had quite a good time - we had a chinese lunch, and I tried to convince Simon that having a stud muffin reputation is far more interesting than having a boring dependable friend reputation!

Then I tried to find a suit, and discovered that its really hard to find a plain navy suit :(

On the way home, I saw a little bit of sun, so I thought I'd drive back to Woking with the hood down - little did I know that as soon as I hit the M25, it started chucking down with rain!

Soaked, cold, and annoyed now!

Fear.

What fears do you have? And what have you done to conquer them?

I fear that I'll become as paranoid as my mother about life in general.

I don't know what made my mother into such a paranoid person, but she goes through life, thinking the worse, and worrying about the world as such. Hence why she installed these values into me and my sisters while we were growing up. We weren't allowed to go and play with our friends after school in case we were kidnapped, and I wasn't allowed to go out clubbing in case I was recruited as a triad (*groan* my mum thought Johnny was a triad as he had a perm and a mobile phone!)

I've tried not to think paint the world in such a dark colour, but in a tone more akin with hope that tomorrow brings more possibilities. I try to be as optimistic as possible about things, even when the world is collapsing around me.

Honestly, unless you've suddenly been told that you have a week left to live, nothing thrown at you is ever that bad.

Even marriage!!

Buying a House....

God, at times, its like being in a third world country. The whole market is unregulated, and the amount of paperwork involved is horrendous and having to pay stamp duty amounts to being "legally" mugged by your government!

I don't know - why can't buying a house be as easy as buying a car or a pair of shoes?

A quick Hi to

my friend eunjung!