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meet the predator
call me jenie
born on 02/20/83 after my Dad & Mom drank beer and ate balut 9 months before
lives in Singapore, but always a Pinoy at heart
works as an advertising copywriter, but hates proofreading her blog entries
loves true friends, fake DVD's, alternative music, alcohol, sarcasm, boxing, hatha yoga, and House (the TV series,not the music genre)
loathes indifference, power trippers, narcissists, giant egos and bad breath
tries to live by the quote "Postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing." by Anais Nin
running away
Last night, I was back to my psycho-depressed mood so I just hit the gym to release the tension. But due to my absent-mindedness, I went to the wrong branch and missed the yoga class I'm supposed to attend. So I decided to run.
From the 15-minute jogging non-stop goal in the threadmill, it became 20 then I couldn't running until I reached 30 minutes. The adrenalin helps me deal with the shit I'm feeling so I made it 35, then hit 40 mins. "If only I could run from Singapore to the Philippines and back", I thought.
I think I should run more often. It's a good way of dealing with stress and loneliness. And I literally feel like I'm running away from it all. But not really, because I'm still stationary. "You can run, but you can't hide." That's what they say. The sadness and the frustration will arise and no matter how 'fast' you think you're going to distract yourself everyday, you can never really escape it. You just bring it with you no matter where you go, even if you'd really rather be happy.
11:02 AM
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
