Shady's back, back again

Funny, the way I have been obsessing about self-expression in the last couple of days.  I check my facebook and my pinterest incessantly.  The downfall of humanity, where we all become so self-obsessed that we are almost paralyzed by that obsession.  

Oh, just me?  My bad.

Looked through some of my old posts for the last half hour, and I didn't cringe as much as I thought I would.  Certainly not as much as I did when I read my diaries from elementary school.  I pretended I was someone else, someone prettier, someone more popular, and I managed to create an alternate reality where I am that person and wrote diary entries about her life.  Pretty advanced stuff I would say, looking back on it, my 30-year-old self.  But when I was in, oh, university and finding those old diaries, I just wanted to burn them.  I didn't though, I just threw them away.  Am I sorry?  No.  I may have softened since then, but I still do not form sentimental attachments to anyone or anything.  

Except I made friends, since the last time I posted here.  Oh hey, what is that?

So updates are in order.  That is, if I were to be serious about this writing and keeping record of my life thing.  Can't always depend on facebook now, can we?  Let's see, last time I posted was in 2009.  Since then I started taking vacations, went to Mexico and NYC.  I went back to Taiwan after a 12-year hiatus, survived the Olympics, joined a dragonboat team, ran my first half marathon, went to Hong Kong and Taiwan again for racing.  Then I changed store to the suburbs (worst idea ever), went to Japan, Hawaii, Portland, Houston and Vegas, thank goodness for dragonboating.  Then the year of running commenced, ran in the Princess half in Orlando, ran in the St Paddy's day race, ran the Color Me Rad 5k, ran the Victoria half, and finally ran the Boundary Bay half. 

And I finally left the 'bucks.  11 years.  11 years of... what exactly? Friendship, learnings, memories.  Rants, complaints, super early morning and super late nights.  Heartaches, sprained ankles, stress.  Beers.  So many things, too many things, still can't speak about it.

Oh and I slept with someone.  Wait, I'm sorry I reduced it to something so... basic.  But everything culminated to that point, so even though my blogs are often rants, I do try to have some sort of self-imposed standards.  And no, I will not kiss and tell, it's not a gentlemanly thing to do.

I apologize this blog entry has been long time coming, and is absolutely the worst kind of blog, a list of things I had done without any entertainment values.  It's not even remotely clever, though it pains me to say.  To boot, this is not even a complete list of things I had done and experienced in the last 3 years.  Now that I'm in my 30's, I really should buckle down and man up.  To quote Woody Harrelson in Zombieland, "Nut up or shut up."  Seems pretty counter-intuitive to be shutting up in a blog, so I'm left with the alternative of nutting up.  

I leave this blog entry with my new year's resolution of 2013, "Run more, drink less; cook more, eat less; laugh more, stress less; and travel more, always travel more."