It's Been A While.

My trip to Jakarta was one of the worst 5 week periods of my life. But considering I don't usually count my life in five week chunks means that its not saying much. But nevertheless, its a period that has left me hollow inside, like something just disappeared and left me empty.

I try to fill it everyday, but so far I have had nothing but failure.

WHY THE FUCK--

DOES MY CALF MUSCLE HAVE TO SNAP ON THE DAY OF MY LAST KENDO TRAINING
BEFORE GOING BACK TO JAKARTA FOR 5 WEEKS?

FUCK!

Arsenal 1 - 1 Tottenham (Yes I Know Its Late (The Thing About Arsenal's Young Guns)).

Is that every time I watch them play, dazzled by their skill and determination, I can't help but remember that some of these guys are at least a year younger than me. I love them to death, I really do, but the fact that these teenagers (probably still going through puberty) are wearing an Arsenal jersey and playing for the team that I have loved for over a decade just get me all jealous. Hell, if I ever met any of them in real life, I would probably compliment (read: drool all over) them while I hold down their wind pipe as they slowly choke.

Lucky bastards.

It Was Fun While It Lasted.

Nothing good lasts forever, and I know that it was only a matter of time before we had to end it. I just wish that we had more time with each other.

I shall miss you having-the-apartment-all-to-my-self-thus-allowing-me-to-move-the-
bed-and-iMac-into-the-living-room.

Nutjob Of The Week.

Shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite, shite.

Well I guess it's inevitable now. I really do have to go back to Jakarta. Sure, it's only for a few weeks, but that hell-hole just brings up too many bad memories. The thing that I'm afraid of the most though, is that if I have a mental break down, which I'm sure will happen within the first week, I'll be completely vulnerable. No Shrink to help me, no bedroom with 9 short boxes worth of comics to hide behind, no iMac, no friends that I can talk to (that already know the full story), no broadband internet, no cable tv, thus no Daily Show or Colbert Report, no swimming pool, no Kendo, and there'll be no Cat. There won't be a lump of Ginger fur waiting for me in my bed, no attention hungry monster to keep me company. Everything (except for a certain someone stranded in Qatar) is here in Melbourne. Jakarta is no longer home for me.

Shit.

Welcome Back.

Today, after 68 days of being deprived of my source of funnies, the dynamic duo are back! Only one thing left to do now: count down the seconds remaining.


In other news, today is the 3 year anniversary of Yasmin and me (I don't give a toot if I didn't word that correctly). How do we do it? Well I'm usually too doped up while she calls most (read: 99.99999999999999999%) of the shots.

Woohoo!

Burnley 0 - 2 Arsenal

To be honest, the match didn't surprise me. Burnley put up a hell of a fight and were playing better during large patches of the game. The red card seemed harsh, but I'm not going to turn down such an advantage. The two goals showed the ability of one Eduardo and the potential of young Bendtner. Time to get ready for the derby on Thursday.

You can tell I'm half asleep while writing this, can't you?