Its been an unforgettable weekend. I say this because I forget what i did. I worked late on Friday. I dunno what it is about Friday evenings but it has this appeal for me - I tend to really relax. It might be because the weekend is looming and I know it. I'm there in the office all by myself, writing code, with the space all to myself (and I only stay late on fridays, now to think about it). I can hear the pub downstairs, the restaurants and the guests all busily enjoying their evenings and thats when I realise that so am I or do will I, but in a different way, kinda Zen, isn't it? I tend to enjoy this last hour on a Fridays before my ran back home the most. I guess its because no ones there and everything i want to do from that point on will be entirely mine…and my the silence, I guess my psyche recognizes that.This is how my weekend starts and I love it. Then I get ready for my run home...

When I did get out of the office, the whispers of the corridors welcomed me, i hear only my footsteps. That's a good thing because if I heard anyone else's that'd spook me out! I found that I left my heart rate monitor chest-strap on the table in the living room at home, because It wasn't in my backpack when I looked for it Doh!.I must have forgotten to pack it. When I did get home, it was staring at me... Anyway, So I couldn't track my heart. I figured that that was OK - its not that important. It wasn't. I ran really well, I listened to my body and paced it all the way though to Waterloo. br/I passed a cello player under a bridge who had some people watching him, a guitarist on South bank(who also had some admirers), a beggar and his dog(his only admirer) and many people walking by night, mostly lovers - The Thames at night does have an allure. The mighty Thames on my right watched me as I ran though the streets and I felt all that was the evening around me-my evening. I was free, similar to the last hours, only this was dynamic, like flying, my eyes seeing colours, lights, people, buildings, trees- my legs became numb and ran and ran and ran and I looked at everything. It was a good run. I ran well. I decided to put on my running shorts that night and not my running longs. Its slightly warmer now in the evening, not that its any lighter at 10pm(Friday) at night when I run but It feels different running in shorts, sort of lighter more, airy. My GPS registered a 6.7 Km run. Anything over 5Km is great. 6.7 is fantastic. I even ran up to the steps, right past the London Eye, where I normally end.

I went to the Gym on Saturday, Did my regular 30 mins. That is, 1000 meters on the rowing machine, 3 sets of 15 biceps/back pull downs, 3 sets of 15 chest flys, 3x15 wood chops and I got about 3x30 sits up in but was really cramping around 80 reps - got to not use back but only abs in this exercise. I had a shower and dinner at the Gym, Strawberry protein Shake, which I've come to really like - even when I don't need it(and I don't need it). Went home, watched a movie. It was called The Guardian and was about the US coast guard's rescue swimmers. Then I went to bed. I registered 120% sleep today, thats 9hours and 38 minutes apparently. It was a glorious today, the sun was out and I decided to wear a short sleeve t-shirt and it was really comfortable. I went for a walk. I got some mouth wash at boots. I've been looking for this particular kind that my dentist advised but couldn't find it, so I settled for the regular kind. That and a new game, "Dishonoured", which I started playing when I got home. I relaxed mostly. Thats what weekends are for anyway, right?

I was just thinking, wouldn't it be terrible if we all died in the tube, say if the tunnel collapsed! I wonder if that's ever happened? We must be like 10 meters underground...we'd have no chance. I didn't have breakfast this morning. That's not good. I did have two slices if Rye bread before heading out. Suppose that's something, right. Apparently because it starts of the body's metabolism, it's most possibly the most important meal if the day. Drat. I'll have to buy breakfast when I get to Liverpool street, maybe a tuna-melt- I like those in the morning. Another thing I was thinking: I wish I had my own swimming pool, one that I didn't have to share and I could swim proper lengths in. That'll also help my acquisition of this special swim watch I've had my eye on but cannot justify unless I find a pool that I can use everyday without interruption. I like that watch. I need a pool. Or maybe I just don't need the watch. No, I need the pool...

I have another question. Do you give your seat to children? Why? They can stand, can't they? Interesting.

I think today's gonna be a good day. br/br/That was a good day and that was yesterday. Yesterday was also notable for one other thing. I ran all the way to Waterloo only to find I was missing my wallet. I walked back the entire journey only to find it on my table in the office after my journey. What relief!

Woke up this morning to hear about a bombing in Boston, at a marathon no less. Holy moley wonder how many runners that will deter from running such marathons. I imagination takes off...I can picture some sort of pre-apocalyptic society where fanatic factions are against one another and just blowing each other up, at public gatherings, like marathons, galleries, concerts etc. and it spirals into full blown war. In all seriousness, lets hope that never happens...that a real downer, isn't it?

I started running again. It was a hard run. Still over 6 and a half k's or so. It was hard and I think its down to the 4weeks I've been out. Yesterday I decided to goto gym at 8pm and did some weights. I forgot to start my start stop watch but doesn't really matter. I think once you get past proving to yourself you can do something, and you get over recording it - you've got nothing to prove anymore, i think thats a positive thing. Still, kinda irritated that I watched my heart rate the whole time and it wasn't even recording it. Watched a film called Lockout and Wall-e. Two films I liked. I'm drinking way to much coffee when I go out. I had like 4 cups when going into the City. Its funny how you do stupid stuff like that. I bought a slim-fit polo shirt which is pretty cool - the price was pretty un-cool but hey its easter I figured. Trying to concentrate on my stuff has been really hard - the distractions are just too great sometimes. I can goto the gym, go to London etc.. everything except some of the things I'd like to do. but then again, if i don't find time to do them, are they really what I want to do? Bit of psychology there. There was this really strange theme from Wall-e I noticed and it all related to a phrase that was not mentioned but was mentioned elsewhere, "do robots fall in love?". I swear I heard that somewhere before, but in any case, thats what happens in Wall-e which is kinda cute. I was thinking about writing again but again I'm not sure. Its just not right time, I could write while I'm traveling, when I go traveling next year. I guess I could do that, couldn't I? Maybe i should just start writing something and figure it all out as i go, it will be my first crack at writing a story and I'm not a fan of trying to be perfect anyway(story of my life, right? I went to the cinema too, saw Trance which I enjoyed. I figured,sillily(is that even a word?), that I have only have 54 years left to live and that in 2066 I will likely die(yeah, i know that sounds weird and a bit morbid). Its a strange feeling knowing that, kinda makes you appreciate each day, doesn't it? I'll be 80 years old.. Anyway I got 54 years to figure that out. Now, I need a soda and a long walk. One of the things that sometimes trips me up is how wonderful life is, I mean sometimes I get down and out and I'm thinking about the electricity bill or say the things I overheard or something. It just takes a few worthwhile moments to realize that every second of every day of every year is there for you and you're there for it - like a partnership. I kind of think at times that we just take from life, each day and use it, life a tool and I wonder if someone ever notices that? Here's a very silly thought: Perhaps we owe life more than we take from it, perhaps we should be mindful that its there not only for the taking, but for the giving. Is it watching us? What we do, how we do it? Probably not, that would be silly! How though would one pay back life? Perhaps we owe life, enough to pay it back, by doing something great, by being happy, by understanding it, appreciating it. Maybe that payback is just realisation and happiness. I can't imagine one might ever know what is truly what one could do for life, but perhaps being more, seeing life this way, might be it? i dunno but i'd like to see... Started some new project at work, feelin' real good about this. Recently came up with 2 solutions while sleeping which is interesting. I must sleep better. I got an activity band which helps me track my sleep which is useful. Hopefully I can be a little more insightful about my efforts moving forward.... dunno, man

I woke up this morning at 9:30. I wear this plain white v-neck shirt usually when i go to bed, and i noticed myself in the mirror with a stripped blue and white trouser - Its real comfy and keeps me warm. I had breakfast, oat clusters with milk. It's Sunday today.

It's snowed yesterday.

I remember sitting and noticing it falling. Its actually interesting - I have the entire scene, this seemingly unimportant snippet of the day is photographed in my mind -  I can see it now. The thing about snow is that snow means different things to people, I guess, like its really cold or the traffic will be tricky or the trains will be delayed or it's too cold to go out or something like that. But for me - I just watched it for a while, I like to think that something noticed is something way different to what it might obviously mean.

You notice beauty, missing buttons, rooms without clocks, watches on right handed wrists, happiness eyes, the weight of the coffee cup in your hand, the cold sore on a woman's lips, the lies you're told, it all means something more special because they're noticed. But that's just me.We had a half day at work on Friday because we celebrated our next version of the product. Sometimes I wonder why I became a computer programmer and will it be something I'll do forever, is there more in life? They did some karaoke, I didn't sing but I watched and listened. I didn't want to, so I didn't. I did it before.

The previous night I was out celebrating too. I remember posing with a beer in my hand, among a crowd of people and glittering lights and tinkling glasses. I didn't talk to everyone I wanted to and when it didn't look like I was going to, I decided to go. I left into a bustling live-grey-london night sky and headed back home. I had a sandwich at Liverpool street station - it's always a good idea to eat something after a few beers. It was a club sandwich(tomato, chicken and bacon etc.)

I walked pass a homeless man selling the big issue mag near Moorgate station and backed up and bought it. I took out £2 but it was £2,50 and I payed him £3 instead. I read it all the way home on the tube. Quite interesting at times. I still have it.

Watched Solaris tonight.

I found out that some migrating birds sleep while they're flying. I can't do that at work.