I'm not satisfied!

I was running on my treadmill just now - yes, i had one - and well it sort of broke. No, it isn't because of my weight although i think i'm (words size got too small to be seen by the naked eye so this replaced it). The treadmill was initially broken, but not to the state it is in now, and well I just made do with it and ran near the end of it. I thought everything would be fine until, *crack crack*, the floor supporting the conveyor belt - i'm running on - dropped and it felt so loose and scary. I had dozens of thoughts going in my mind, like what if the conveyor belt suddenly snaps and cuts me into two? or what if the conveyor belt suddenly snaps and wrapped itself around me causing me to lose balance and i'll end up falling to the ground, hitting my head first which causes me to die? Yes, i'm paranoid, my friends and family have said that. I can't help it, my train of thought immediately hops on to the express way and travel the thoughts until i reach my death and sometimes after-death, when such "scary" things occur.

I'm unique that way! Stop laughing, you mongoloids! You all should think like me, then we'd be so prepared for any disaster! ... suit yourself. (sticks out tongue)

Right, in my previous post i said, i'll post if something interesting occurred right? Well, this is sort of interesting.

Oh yes, my father officially took MY cpu to my family's maid agency. He needed it, so in repayment, my parents bought me and my brother a new cpu (windows vista, i think) each. I think it's really great because i'm sick of the old cpu, that's so so so so .................. so so old. It's old to me!

Oh yes, back to the title topic. I'm not satisfied, why? because i don't think i've run my daily 2.4km. Egh, it's irritating because i think my body never gave out enough sweat to make me think i've exercised for the day. Ugh! And i hate going down to run instead because a)it's an up and down track! Though it's good, but its up and down hills are sort of really high/steep. b)I'll lose my mood once i reached downstairs because my low self-esteem will kick in and stab me in the back, it'll force my body to go back upstairs and crawl under my bed.

Anyway, i have no choice, i have to run downstairs for tomorrow. I suppose i should make sure i run when there are still people running, so i won't feel alone and scared because at night, the bangalahs comes out! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH! the horror.

It's a long post, READ IT ALL & COMMENT KAY? plsss? (:


**i'm not racist okay? I don't mean offence when i said the "bangalahs comes out". I just am freaked out at night though, when i run and see them sitting there, sometimes staring at something i don't know. their eyes are open so i think they're staring at something because the mouth are closed. They can't possibly telepathy-ing right? Idk too!

****yes, i'm not exactly on the slim side, but i'm not extremely over to the plum side YET. I'm making sure i don't reach the YET part though. (: