fuck you blogger, fuck you addsence

just found out add sence is riping me off for my last 2 years worth of bloging.
they won't say why and of cource they habe it set up to be imposable to contact them.
i will not recive any funds 120-200 over the last 2 years from adds on my blogs.
fuck you addsence and fuck you google, gmail, cet.
do no eivil hu? fucking cunts!

weird vanila frosting pastry

i'm eating is really weird!
so i talked a bit about why in my biking blog, why i'm in KL now insted of biking around exploring and being a lot more adventrous..
long and short is i'm a bit burned out.
tired
punding headact all day , can't find my sungalsses..
so i just hoped a train to KL.
missing my girlfriend, and my truck.
want to just chil out for a day without spending all my time lost, in the rain, playing in traffic of a billon mopeds in the bigest hurry of there lifes, and busses whos aim in life is to pass me as close as fucking possable.
yea also people really like to drive up next to you, like right next to you and then turn into you.. like hey theres a parking lot, why don't i speed up so i'm next to the honky, sweating to death in 100+ sun and turn hard left.. i haven't gon over anyones hood yet but it's been an amazingly close call a few times, and have rubbed off some rubber on peoples car doors as i'm shoved off the road..
anyways,,
looking into silat.. gonna take a day easy, maybe two before getting into that, also cheking out sailing classes, 250 seems steep, but who knows..
would be a good skill to at lest start to understand.
after a never ending train ride with rambunxiou indian children where the parents have no control, but dam it's a long ride can't hold it against the kids too much.. but could stab the partens a few times..
fianlay got into kl hungry, lost, in the dark, in the rain, and of cource as always needing to pee really bad.. oh yea and a head ach so bad my vision was bluring..
anyways found my way to kls version on kho sarn rd. but found a room, well a stinky dorm packed full of people.. but i'll give it a shot for a nuight guessing i'll move tomorow,,
after i get a good look around the city..

eh

never quite sure if i should be posting here or in my bicycle blog.. guess today was by bike. so i'll post something on that.. it should be easy for you to find your way there,,,

singapore

i've spent most my time in singapore lost trying to figure out where i am, starting to get a feel for the lay out of the city, today i checked out and old wwII bunker, the asian cilivlasion musium, which was kind of a let down, i've seen a bunch more in real life than what they had displayed there.
spent the reat of teh day looking for a boxing gym that dosn't seem to exiset anymore. got a room, well a 40 bed dorm over a rock bar for tonight.
stoped by a indian bar where thhey totaly overcharged me 8 bucks for a soda (the bar i'm over serves them for 2)
and was kinda treated like dog shit there, regaldless of how much i tryed to smile and make nice, so fuck it.
so far singapore has been alot like sf will be in 10 years except without the hords of roaming shitbags breaking into cars, begging and outerwise being anoying.. preaty sure they exucute people like that here.
tomorow i'm going to try and catch a lenardo de vinci exibit, and posably hit the zoo, though i feel i should wait to go with my girlfriend back in the usa, seems like cheating.. mainlys cuz i'm gonna go hump the monkeys.. wait no, no i'm not, not the monkey.. come here penguin..
err, i'm delerious i think.
not sure how long i'm staying, this whole everything being ass expencive and having to share a room witha ton of people, and needing to shower downstairs ina bar kinda sucks.
i think if can check out the crap i want to tomorow i'll head out late tomorow if i think i can bike to a city in time or more likely roll out the morning after.
poop sticks, at least a bit of an update

tama negera rain forest trek.

got backl last night.
it was nice and intresting and chalanging at times..
i was out there witha group of 7, way too many.
3 guys from iran, very friendly but kinda sleezy, when they showed up for the tour they were chased by the guest house owner where they tryed to slip out without paying there bill. odd.
a young couple from amsterdam, who didn't stop talking the whole hike.. and preaty much scared away every critter we could have come across.
a 50 year old tubby acountent who i though was going to have a heart atack, and was very slow.. myself and the guide.
they all looked at me kinda of weird, they all had there huge backpacks, goofy zip pants, kacky travel shirts ect.
I had my small millatary asult pack dressed all inn black with a cantine and a big ass knife..
lol
anyways, the guide kept asking us questions, i swear he was just making up the awancers, becasue he'd ask us all and every time i was right, even when i was just guess, who the fuck would i know the life span of leaches, or what color fludid coming out of a vine isn't poisenes, so people were lokking at me weird even more.
the first day of treking was kinda lame, way too easy. the guid ended up going in the back to try and push the old aussy guy along who was putting about in the back, so i led the group, trying to get away from the amsterdam kids and there noise i ended up preaty much jopgging through the trails which was kinda fun, even though i had to stop every 20 min and wait 10 for everyone to catch up except one of the younger guys from iran who kept up.
the rain forest was alot less harsh than i had expected, i'm guessing the south american forest it the tough one, with all teh real nasty critters.
we were going so slow that we didn't amke it to the cave we were to sleep in till night fall in the dark and the rain.
which was ok for me, becasue it gave me a chance to hang out in teh very back and creep along trying to go quite and be very aware of my sroundiungs, which was a fun challoange, trying to watch where you step, to be quite and not trip, crouched, looking into the thick folige imaginging where ambushes could be of trip wires, at least it kept me intertained. though i'm sure i looked pleanty silly.
i was a bit anoyed becasue our guide wasn't much help, i'd keep asking him can you eat this or that,, and he'd keep saying no, not becasue you couldn't eat it but becasue he didn't like to eat it.. fucking lame but still i learned a bit.
that night we got to a huge amazing cave and i set about making a fire, witht eh help of some sap the guide picked up, all and all not back then i helped cook dinner, i was still too full of energy and everyone ealse was pooped, so i hit a near by streem for cooking water and to take somewhat of a rinse, which did feel great.
i slept having terable dreams, which ended in my chacking up people witha machity.. so i though i'd keep that to myself.
the next day of treking was tougher which was nice, finaly got a bit tired, everywhere getting atached by tons of leaches, the way they come for you on the ground is quite creepy, madly fliping end over end after you.
anyways... thats all i feel like wirting about for now.. oh except after the trek we got back into town after a hour or so down the river by boat, (why on earth do people , fucking grown adults need to say woopie, and waahoo while going down fairly tame rapides?)
got back into town and got started at by everyone, not sure if i looked like a dirty hippy traveler, or a mad man form the jungel, bit it was a bit disturbing..
but it was nice to finaly get out of soking wet closths, and squish soggy socks and shoes, hopefully they dry out some before I take off today..

rain forest

been posting to the outer bicycle blog so haven't gotten to this..
so, getting chased by monkeys at night while lost on back Malaysian roads..
nappy rash
more 17hour bike rides o doom.
spent the morning deep (well, not that deep but 2km) in the worlds oldest forest 130 million years old, it was nice after getting a ways in. wish i knew more about rain forest survival.
after about 5 hours in i returend to town, going to look into a night trek tonight, and they maybe a 3 or 4 day trek to get deeper in.
theres the option of a 8 day trek which you get to climb a mounten, highest one in se asia i think. but if i did that i wouldn't have much time for anything ealse..
so we shall see.
also this morning i whent up into the cannopy walk way, a suspended walk way about 40m up and about 500m long, it was preaty cool, till some cunts came alone behind me and were yelling abck and forth to each outher scaring everyand any critter around away... it made me feel stabby.
i'll try and come back through and add pictures later.
have to say i don't look like the avrage tourest out here, they all have bright pink shirts and flip flops and fanny packs, while i'm i alll black lurking in the forest with my mil spec cantine, mil spec coumpes, and new nifty hand made knife al strped to me, i'm sure i totaly look the tool!
lol, what ever.. at least i can sneek up on people!
that should be entertaining enough for the rest of the day..

so..

i survived the day from hell yesterday, as in my biking blog below
today i spent quite a few hours around town in serch of internet but got to see some cool stuff aswell.
this eavingin i whent in serch of silat the Maly martal atr, but got a weird dumming thing insted, it was cool but runined by too many burning man hippies
think i'm going to bike south west tomorow to kuala krai, a little scared but thats life.
think theres a place to sleep there at night, my guide book of cource has no info on the area as far as i can tell.
still i feel better having one.
from there maybe another days biking south east (gua musang)and then a train through the jungle.
i hope to find a shirt i can ware out in publice, i hate to spend the money on a shirt i don't really want but, if it will be more respectable..
would rather get something that would act as a suvener, or something i'd ware outher places, but guess thats not likely to happen
~We strongly advise you to reconsider your need to travel to the islands, dive sites and coastal areas of Eastern Sabah because of the high threat of kidnapping by terrorists and criminals. In the past, terrorists have kidnapped foreigners from coastal areas of Eastern Sabah, the islands and surrounding waters. If you do decide to travel to this region, you should exercise extreme caution.~
guess it's a good thing i'm heading west!
makes me happy with my choseen driection.

yestrday

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fuck

somewhere in Malaysia, ko ta bharu.
lost, can't fins a fucking guide book for shit.
been stuck in the rain and was pennyless for most the day finalay found an atm that would give me $
jus found out i'm not in the city i though i was. need to keep serching

going to mak etime to try and eat today.

ok

feeling better.
once i got out of that hell hole, and got some food.
then found out that my atm card is working again.
hit the shadow pupet workshop, and the big wat here.
and then stuffed myface, was so full it hurt.
a few min ago i decided where i'll head in teh morninng, going west (can't rememebr the name of the town off the top of my head) and will aim for a train junctiooon, and find a train to Maylaisia, it'll suckgoing somewhere where i can't speak the langage but such is life.
i'm sure it's about time.
my iphone is out out of money and with the lower part of the screen not reaction to touch i can't refill it, so no more posting from the road. a full restor may fix it I'd say a 10% chance, but what do i know, but that meens i loose all my photos, apps, books, games, music.. so not too sure about that..

hopfully i'll hit towns with internet often to i can try and keep this, an my outer bicycle blog somewhat updated.

off the top of my head.

trying to keep my head on strate.
having iphone issues, so can't conect to the internet trought that right now.
and the thais seem to not understand the use of the internet so internet caffees are daycare centers, with tons of little childred screeming as loud as they can and running around, climing on your chair loudly eating in your ear as they trya nd read your screen.
amazing fucking anoying, not to mention your ears start ringing from they high pitch squiealling litle fuckers.
anyways, in a town that i can't remember how to say the name, something like nakom si thanarat, it remeneds me of china, a small indrustral city crowed dirty, full of small shops, loking into the shops reminds me of my youth, when I'd see old tools from the 50's, alll that stuff is in use here, old printerpresses, mills, stick welders, and push in screwdrivers.
it's brutaly hot outside, really hot. and everything is just mangaled steel and cracking concret.
reflecting the heat.
everything is a maze, and therres no way to tell one way from another, therer a constant fear of being lost, i'm still not sure how i made it to my guest houes yesterday.
so i'm only venturing out a block or 2 at a time.
trying to block out the screeming so hard.
going to check out the musium and shadow pupet workshops. tryed to find a masage, thought as beat to crap my boday is it would help, but i found a few places after alot of serching, but the ones i could find, that had anyone there looked at me lke i was insane, and had no idea what i was talking about.
don't grab te child next to you and shake them..
lol
fuck
not sure where is next, i can contune to follow the coast down, or i can try to head to the east coast and look for more rock climbing. but that side has some brutal down pours everyday, and i think is quite a bit more expencive.
or i can head sooner than later to the train and get down to Maylisia...

eh,
so we shall, see. going to send out some emails, then go find food and finsh my landry.. fun fun,

oh by the way posted some new photos on facebook of the last few days.

bkk, 2

my friend bought a ticket for me to go to kho tao, but it seems they arn't alowing bicycles, so after a bunch of crappy, confusing communication i finally found the shop, they then wanted 500B alsmot the same cost as the ticket for the seat to bring it.
but then they wantted me to take it apart and pay, i told them pick one or the outher..
i finaly talked them into letting me carry it taken apart ina bag. so i just finshed trying to pull it apart, hopefully i can get all teh crappy little plastic washers back togeather on teh head stem.
couldn't take off teh rear swing arm, the bolts were just striping out, fucking cheap-o crap. and teh pivit bolt i can't access.
and another bolt just spun, and i don't have 2 of the same size allen wrench, what a pain.
hopefully i can rewire the crappy little bike computer whos wire tore in 1/2.
fun fun.
so 5;30 in the morning it's off to kho tao, and if for fucks sake were gogint to be there anywhere near the full moon party, oh god the hell, i'l just hide out in the room in teh dark witha weapon, and beath to death the first skuzzy isralie theif that sneeks in to plunder the room.

bkk

just got back into bkk, the train pulled in 3 hours late.
tryed sleeping last night with a florecent bulb 10" from my face.
it was so hot just tossed and turned witha soggy pillow.
rode my bicycle from the train station, while truckers and cabs tryed to run us off the road. it wasa a short ride but the air is filthy and dark gray, sickly foul, it's getting more like china here, everyone's getting cancer. but the most croupt still have there lamborgines and hummers. while the rest starve.
my phone battery is dieing, i'm trying to get a bus south with my bicycle, the new year is coming and the travel agents ues it as an excuse to try to over charge, or make the tickests you already have useless.
i'm trying to contact or find the shop where my friend got the tickets, i have a pounduing heangover from thoses pills yesterday.
the battery on my phone is dieing, and i'm afrade that i'm sweeting so much i'll short it out, like i did with my ipod shuffle.
everything soaked with sweat. the air is thick and nasty. maybe i should go try and train. though they are trying to say i can't use the classes i already paid for becasue of a new rule they made after i had already paid saying you have to use up all your classes within a short time perioud. crap..

Vientiane life..

I'm still living in Vientiane, Laos.
I've got a routine down to my days, at night the mice scurry around my room, and the bed bugs lurk the walls, 6am my alarm gose off, and i drag my ass down stairs to my bike, and hit the streets. dodging through traffic at least this early it's not too bad, the shop keepers are throwing water out on teh sidewalks and streets infront of there shops to keep the dust down, old ladys pushing there carts of good along, too groggy to realy keep up with traffic i peddle alone on the side as motorcycle and trucks make right and left turns that i narroly avoid. i run reds witht eh masses of traffic, strength in numbers, is how they drive.
now awake enought to feel everything hurts, every mucel a bit too tite and too over used.. i zip across teh street into oncoming traffic, no one is suprised, they just weave around me and i turn past the shops that make the samll colerfull stuppas to hold ashes..
and a quick right into the chinese temple grounds. it's empty, only the sound of the chanting sound track echoing out from the closest huge wat, and tinkle of the bells.. distent music.. i park my bike, making sure it secure anything i don't want lost to it, the kids at the gym love hoiing on it and riding it around.. no worrys. so i try to stretch, ouch..
look at the bruses on my shins.. see some of the kids from the guy arive, listing to music on there phones, all mucle and smiles, in there billowing rubber sweat jackets, patched togeather with ducktape.
and i run,
and run and run, every few minets anouther student from the national team join in, after half an hour or so, there all lapping me, and my knees hate me. next are the very 1950's soivet style exercises, the ever present endless shaddow boxing.. the team pep talk, that in a monaton drone that gose on for ever, and i can only translate every 10th word.
through a haze of nats, the first part of the day is over, now a ride back through heavy traffic, dodging cars, busses, trucks and a millon mototcycles. always quite a few close calls.
back where i stay i share a meal with my lao friends, hit teh computer, landry, then it's back to my room, brushing the mice turds off the bed for a short nap.
I do the comute again, now to the big falling apart stadum, full of flys, and trash, and broken concrest. avoiding the trash, cow paddies, and outher nastys on the floor, i clime up onto the eneven stade covered in a carpet that takes the skin off like a chease greater..
we do drills, the instructers try to convay what i'd doing wrong in a mixture of lao, thai, and grunts.
the outher students laugh, and joke, and try pulling on my leg hair.
i'm tired.
and i can't seem to get the mucels structched out enought to be able to move normaly..
teh punching bags are solid as rocks, and trying to kick them fromthe uneven broken up concreat is almost as trick as not twisting an anchel on the uneven planks of the stage..
the suns going down, and the miskitos are out in force..... I don't even know why i'm trying to blog, but that a bit of what my days are like...
now, i'm trying to get a train ticket back down to bkk, but all teh trains a re full, there been alot of fighting and it's only a matter of time befre it gets bad, so i want to get in and out, seems thaialnd is faling apart a bit, due to the greed and cruption of the people in power.
i'm so sick of flys...

mirror

looking at my reflecton justa few minets ago I saw myself old for the first time, it's sureal, I could see for the first time what i look like as an adult. I've seen outher with this look. a bit sunken. showing my age.
earler i was on the mekong, i had a bucket with some hot coles and a clay pot of boiling soup, stomic lining, beef, difrent green plants, and the random bug that was in there. it kept coming to mind, all this training, isn't really for any reason, it just stuck in my mind i'm not getting stronger just older.
I know i'm not that old, but that kept coming to mind.
buying gum i don't even want from dirty street kids. watching people with there cigrets and booze, almost a bit jellous about the companiship I can remember these items gave.
I walked past my guest houes after with a snack, some friends were outside, i walked down the street and ate in a dark small ally.
the hookers left me alone.
so on it goes, the good the bad. and all the solatary hours.
in a hurry to get back in a hurry to stay.
not wanting ither but not knowing what else to do.
and the seat to my bike is still hard as a basterd. damit

suk sie

Still in Laos, I was sick forever, it's still bugging me but not enough to slow me down too much.
today I started my training with suk sie muay lao gym, there big on tequinque, which i badly need.
starts at 6am with running and exercise at a chinese temple. one exercises which wasw fun but hard was them calling out numbers in thai ( for my bennifet) a having to run to a difrnet number before someone ealse get there, have to translat thoses numbers quick in my head, but i didn't do too bad. I could see staying here for awhile, if onl;y i had more time.
back at 4 for boxing training, I have already learned some new stuff that makes alot of sence.
staying at the same old guest house, seeing people freak out about mice and bed bugs, but i'm doing fine enough.
I need to start my trip south soon, but really want to do the training, and still trying to break in the seat of my bike.
met a nice auzzy and us girl today and had a nice chat, sometimes forget what human contact is like, aside from strugeled small talk in Laoshion.

eek

low on time, everythingok, gotta get out of thailand in a hurry, off to Laos tomorow, trying to get everything done in time.
going to take the bike and try to bike down laos. and in vientine try to sort out a thai visa, the new goverment in thailand are trying to push out all white people, it's a bit fucked.
i'll post when have some time

kho sarn

sweaty, stumbling, googly eyed honkeys, sagging lard from hot pants, drunken glee with there new found dark skinned toys at bay.
the putrid dank funk permeating everything about. and reflecting from devious drooping wrinkled darting eyes with the smugness of a pocket full of sin.
sometimes.
endlessly alone, sore, endlessly injured. waiting for time to pass, muscles to repair. sleep to come.
another night in bkk

today

today I when to some temples with my friend Wassana to make good fortune for her upcoming interview with the us embassy. we traveled across bkk, bus boat and tuk tuk to get to a beautiful temple to pray in many of it's areas. (i was sure to ware a non black shirt with sleves to go to the temple, but in hind site should have worn long pants to we could have gone to the grand pallace.) but at least i remembered to step over thresholds and all that jazz. after that we went to go set fish free and give food to the fish and birds outside the temple (also very lucky) I'm always amazed how many fish there are near the temples, you throw in a bit of fish food and the water is totally alive of huge squirm fisshys. and tons of sky rat pigeons. well unluckily one fell in the water and was drowning in the nasty Bangkok river. gnarly gnarly water! passing through the center of the whole city full of a million nasty barges.. ick. well, my friend was quite upset at seeing the poor bird drowned but i sure as fuck wasn't going to the the stupid former to go in that oily dark funk, with huge swells from all the huge 500 yard rice barges. I borrowed a stick from old lady vending something or outher who i couldn't really try to explain what i needed it for, I hated of think of my friend so worried about luck and her interview to have to watch this bird drowned, but alass the bird had floated farther out, and the fish were all about trying to eat it (circle of life it think) but a little old 80 year old hunch back grandma thought otherwise and jumped in to save it. but she quickly tired from the large swells, to I had to jump 1/2 way in to pull her out, at my friends and the growing crowds frantic 1/2 understood pleas.. of course the steeps into the water are covered in a nasty mossy slime, making it almost imposable to get in let alone out pulling a little old lady clinging to a soggy sky rat. but with the help of Thai guy who offered a hand (i think someone was holding onto his as well) shit i have to say, after boxing for 3 hours a day I thought I was fairly strong, it still took quite a bit of effort to get her in.
but alass the pigeon old lady and luck of Buddha all seems quite intact, and I haven't acquired any scary side effects from the water, yet.
otherwise, I'm still in BKK, training like crazy (except today) I was going to go down to the island of kho tao, but it wasa bit too close to a full moon party on a naboring island, think limy spring break meets burning man less DPW, (harf) (frat boy rave)
so I want to stay ass far away from that!
but i will travel that way after the thai new year which i'll be spending in sisket...
yep.

iphone blog

Blog
Writing on iPhone. Got into bkk after 24 hours of travel, got to train one boxing class and get my bike into storage. Did some shopping, including
Got a call from a friend who is about to become a monk. Through the caotic system of phone calls from 5 different friends with varying levels of English we set up plans to go out to voot (soon to be monk)
It's ass hot, my eyes are way pissed at the filthy air. Ug
LOL and my friends here insist I sit and watch Thai soap operas. (one girl is being beat by an old man with a stick) while a row of women make vomiting faces and noises, then it breaks into song)
What an insane world.
I'm a bit concerned about heading out to a rural area so soon after arriving in Asia, I have a feeling my atomic isn't as tough as it once was. The food my Thai friends eat is much different than what the food stalls I have been going to have. I do like the chanc once again to explore all the interesting tastes, just not the ever constant pain. Ah ha, which reminds me of a tonic they sell at the pharisees here that I should pick up my next chance. It's like a minty disinfectant that you drink.
Today's going to be a long day....

new blog

http://ohgoditishotdingding.blogspot.com/

so.. in a effort to try and keep things organized I'm going to trey and have one blog for personal stuff, one for training, and one for biking. it'll probably just make it more confusing, but it's worth a shot.
so about is the link to the first biking blog.. if this turns out to be a failed experiment I'll go back to just one.
feed back is always appreciated.

quicky

hey, I have a blog on my iphone I still need to download to blogger once I find an open internet connection. (been checking about with the iphone but no luck so far)
I'm now back in BKK, and have been busting as at the Thai boxing training. it's coming back fairly quickly but my body is kinda falling apart in the possess, after my first class (about 2 hours after getting off the plane) I could barely walk for the next 4 days. yesterday after class I got a masage and you could clearly hear the sickly sound of tearing fasha and knots being riped apart!! eek! hurt like hell.
also have worn holes in my knuckles and piviot spots on me toes.. ouch!
aw the glamor of boxing..
but i'm hoping i'll be up to traning again this afternoon.
maybe can just work through this soreness.

some time soon i may start another blog to go along with this one, but focoused on bicycling south. but more on that later.

update

I delayed my flight once again, had to get some tooth fixy done.. and it gave me some extra time to add a new complication to travels..... a bike, ding ding.

yep, I was given a brand new mongoose solution for free.. so gonna drag that across the world with me..

means i need to worry about all kinds of new crap (yea i should know better, in reality it's best to just get by... but)

so I've got a faggy overpriced hipster seat

 (really no offense to my awesome friends who helped su

ggested wh

at to get)...lol umm, if that can be said w/o offense..

a tool kit i'll quickly loose and or break, some bike shorts... that I sw

ear arn't too bad! 

.... lol, eek, sorry about the jumble, learning as i go (just wait till i switch to the tiny computer!

anyways.. like i was saying got a bunch of new crap to deal with but... the plan it to fly out on the 24th now, go train boxing in bkk for a week or so then start to peddle (har har har) my ass down to Malaysia.. 

more to come soon, my new eyes are going a bit funny from staring at this screen too long

time

ok, trying to get back into the habit of using this..
so i've got about a week left before i need to head south, so what all am i going to try and do before i leave...
finsh the lift, steel braded brake lines, stering dampner, paint prep ect on entropys truck, still waiting for the parts to get in.
pick up my kung fu dummie from sf, found where it is, was stolen from me awhile ago
move my tools to.. somewhere..
find some pants to travel in that don't totaly suck
work fri and sat in sf
move all my vending stuff
try to spend enough time with my girlfriend tht she dosen't give up on me
get my travel computer ready
taxes
drive to san diego
dentist
and maybe get my eyes zapped
drive to la

crap sticks...

cra

again

I hate blogging.
really.
But the people I care about continue to tell me to keep it up so. ... I shall.

I have a bit over a week before I'm to fly back to Asia. The thought of going away from jaime sucks. Really sucks.

The colective stupidity at the club I'm vending @ is draining the life out of me tonight. Ug.