February was over a week ago and I have no idea what to blog about. To be honest, nothing interesting happened which I could crap about but somehow i feel the urge to bitch. A friend told me after reading my blog that it is all about me and my constant denouncing of everything. Then it hit kinda hit me. He is right. I do love to bitch. Of course every now and then there is the little bit of information that I do share. e.g. cars, jokes which don’t really amount to much. But I do try mix the genre of which I bitch about.
Lets talk about DnC. We’re currently holding first place in the league table which is awesome. We had a rough and bumpy journey and now we’ve been 3 weeks at the top and we’re one win away from clinching the title for the 2nd time. I really do hope we can do it and I believe we would but we just can’t underestimate our opponents. These are guys are known to wreak havoc with the top teams and we just could be the next in line if we were to miscalculate their game play.
That aside, I’ve been on a holy mission to lose weight and become more fitter since the beginning of last semester. I never believed in dieting and I thought it was for losers and people who lacked self confidence. Oh, how was I wrong. It all started back in 2008 summer holidays when I begin to rack in the pounds. By the time I got back to Moscow, I was huge with a belly which I never believed I would get. I was 88 kg then. It still didn’t hit me. I stayed that way till winter holidays and added in icing to the cake with another 4 kg and then on, I was turning into a snail on the court, lost and breathless. I had become one of them and I had to do something about it. Diet seemed to be the natural thing to do. Damn, was it hard. I stayed 92 kg till Malaysia. Of course being at home, it was kinda impossible to diet but I told myself if I could not lose weight, at least I should not put on any and I did. Once in Moscow, I cut down the calories and continued my capoeira classes which I stopped just before fattening up. By 2010, I was standing proud at 86 kg. And to improve my fitness and strength, I stopped capoeira and joined the gym. (financially can’t handle both) I hit the treadmill 3 times a week and concentrated mostly on my cardio. Its been 2 weeks into that and I can boastfully say that I’m at 84 kg. Screw those fats and bring it on. Unfortunately, I am now in the elite group of people who scrutinize what they eat and are constantly mumbling about calories. Damn, that sucks.
I’ve seen loads of ugly cars. Just to name a few, Proton Tiara, Proton Juara and Proton Arena. Actually, most Malaysian are ugly when their not modified. But this one is class above all. Lada. What kinda fucking name is that? They look like shit, drives like shit, feels like sitting on shit and their the official taxi for the students and Muscovites alike. However, i’ve got to admit that their also the most durable car that i’ve come across. For what it is, it can still handle the ever unpredictable Russian weather. Kudos to that.
