Goodbye, Nurotevil

I received a letter from Nurotevil 2 nights ago. The letter is reproduced below:-

“My dear friend/brother Justin,

Over the past week I have encroached in to every aspect of your life- running, sucking up to your mother, even writing this blog. Please accept my sincerest apologies. I never meant to hurt you or anyone. I now realize the drive required to live your life and am amazed by the boundless energy you seem to possess. I know now that I can never be you.

Anyway the reason I’ve written to you is (apart from offering my apologies,) to tell you that I’m leaving. Rather than being a leech and an all-round ar$ehole, I have decided to make a life of my own. I will be moving to Kangar, Perlis. It is the most northern town in Malaysia very near the borders of Thailand. What will I do there? I think I will get a job as a petrol kiosk attendant. Although they generally work in shifts, my intention is to request for a day time slot so that I can find time to run. If there is anything we have in common at all it is our passion for running. I hope to run at least 10k a day. My ultimate aim will be to take part in the Singapore Marathon 2006, running the full distance. In the meantime I will be taking part in races that are held in the northern region.

Tell your mom she’s the greatest and I will miss her French toast and homemade teh tarik. Tell your doggies I love them. They’re the best dogs. I leave today. I’m taking the bus from Pudu station at 8:00pm tonight. Take care and I will K-I-T (Keep In Touch and Keep It Together).

Yours truly,
Nurotevil

p/s I’m so broke now. I’ve taken the liberty of borrowing your Zoom Milers. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of them and will return a better pair to you once I start winning races and winning some prize money. Thanks!”


I would have felt bad, sorry even, for Nurotevil if not for the fact that he took the liberty of “borrowing” my Zoom Milers.