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Being a vegan has lead me to meet very interesting people and a whole new range of things that can be eaten. For example Durian, which I first heard about from Ha. Ha being quite the character, a raw vegan, hippy, cyclists with his own video blog on youtube (http://www.youtube.com/user/durianriders).
Now durian is an asian fruit and on its wikipedia page (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durian) it has a section called Flavour and odour “... its odor is best described as pig-shit, turpentine and onions, garnished with a gym sock. It can be smelled from yards away." |
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Time for a little refactoring (for those into extreme programming) or maybe not. You see this blog entry could go either way. I spent the afternoon read this blog -> http://betedejour.blogspot.com/2008/07/speed-dating-part-i-seduction-lin... its a really good blog, scores points for numerous Game references and I have short listed it to go on my side bar (thats right http://baglett.blogspot.com your days are number, you maybe a Cape Town hottie, but your not as funny). So I spent the afternoon at work, working and reading this blog (and IMing people). I was talking to my flat mate this evening about it, while I made an amazing pizza and she made comments about my work implying I have a cushy job that allows me to read while I work. She actually is the main theme of this blog, but I think I might have too many themes. |
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On the bus back from work today, the girl in front of me was talking on her phone to her buddy on the phone and came out with with "well she has always bought home an assortment of fuckers" obviously in reference to a friends taste in men. This in itself was not that amazing but the reaction by the old boy next to me was awesome. He gave out a loud tutt and made the sign of the cross. I really get a kick out of people making the sign of the cross while on public transport. A bus ride back from work in the evening does not usually go by without passing an ambulance, funeral procession or even just a Church, then I can do quick look around and remind myself I am in Ireland. |
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Not 48 hours after declaring Bohemian Like You the theme song to my life. Im standing in a bar and it starts to play.
I took this as a time to evaluate if I am living up to my theme song and will continue to do so in the future to track my progress. Based on location, action, attire and company.
This time I think I scored rather well.
I was in a dodgy late night Pub called The Slaide, filled with rockers and girls dress in the Tokyo, Gwen Stefani kind of look, that I do not know the name of. So location wise it was bohemien.
I was drinking Bulmers, an Irish cider and dancing so plus points here.
Attire I did very well as I was wearing my veganfitness.net t-shirt and my Ska slip on check Vans.
My company for the evening included an Irish man, a Belgium girl (very sweet) and a fellow Saffer.
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The major mission for the weekend was the Mayors Picnic on Sunday. So I was up early making rolls and a kick ass soya bean salad (mind the mung bean tin). Friday night had already turned into a big one, after getting home and missing my ride to the Caperoira I settled down with a local to drink my way through a six pack of Czech beers and some of my Stroh rum stash. After a brief pretty in pink fashion show we went to Ericas flat and had a few more dirty jugerbombs made with Stroh rum and fake redbull before finally going out to a club. The clubs close at 2 here and everyone tries to get there as late as possible which makes it all a little crazy for the two hours people actually spend in the club. Domingo is our resident non english speaking caperoria expert who stayed over on Saturday dispite his name being Sunday in Spanish. He is now a legend for having slept on the floor without taking his shoes off. |
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This weekend I needed to do my longest training run of 22 miles, this would take nearly 4 hours so I wanted to try meet up with a local running club. Eagle Athletic Club had sundays listed on there site. They do a 13 mile run and Blarney is 10km from my place so should all work out pretty well. (dont even tell me about mixing miles and kilometers!) I planned my route and wake up time so I arrived in Blarney 9:20 ten minutes before they depart from the Church car park. Which works fine giving me 10 minutes to find the church. Now I assumed the church would be pretty obvious to find, which is was not and aware of only having 10 minutes to find the place. I asked a local. He was defiantly a local and could even had slept in the park that he was cleaning. Hi, sorry to bother you can you help me? Im looking for the church. I decided not to bother about the running club as he clearly was not a runner. |
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Today I am making the 800m trek with all my possessions from the 4 star hotel where I have been staying (and spoilt at) on to my new flat. The flat hunting process has been scary, expensive and fanned my paranoia. I have the keys now, but the details are not all sorted out so I reckon Im 50% of the way there. Its a great little flat though smack in the middle of town, two rooms and two bathrooms all that and a little balcony. I will put up pictures tomorrow. Staying at the hotel as been great, but I really have been too busy to make the full use of it. I only got to the gym once and the novelty of having someone make your bed and hang up your towels while your at work soon wears off. |
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