These 2 berserk days have been filled with being LATE for work. Damn. I think it is a matter of time that I will be getting a warning from my bosses for being so late if I continue with this crap. Of course, being the irresponsible worker, I am putting the entire blame on the traffic which never seemed to ceased even well pass 9am. Bloody traffic. Bloody people who goes to work. Of a sudden, it seems to me that the entire working population in Klang Valley starts work at 10am.
I got to rise earlier. Fucking waste of my precious time in the jam. I think I got to start thinking of some means to do some useful things in the car while inching my way through the jam. Imagine, 40-50 minutes of time wasted in the jam. Imagine how much can one do within those 50 minutes? Some people can even orgasm 2x within that period! Kids even have almost 2 periods of their lesson taught! I can complete a good 8-9km of run! Imagine!
…. *brooding*
On a higher note, a new Pam has joined the family! Woo hoo! The last pure, excitement I had was when I got my car some 4 years back. Those feeling when you can't let your attention off that thing for the whole time. And you find every waking opportunity to just gaze at it with absolute admiration. This is how much I love my Pammy.
So, for those people who think material stuff can't bring happiness, I have got something to say - Don't buy things because you want to measure up. Buy because you are so typically in love with it. Because only then, it brings you absolute joy like any other unmaterial passion.
For the likes of Maggie, James and whoever else, read this word by word please…
And stop shunning me that, I'm all out to show off my material like the general Klites just to boost my ego so to feel good about myself or that I needed to be part of the fucking pathetic bandwagon of posers and/or losers.
I'm egoistical enough and an archetypical unbended Narcist that doesn’t need to feed on show off to feed my soul.
But honestly, I'm still head over heel over my Pam. It's one of those things I say to myself over and over again, "I can't believe it’s on my wrist and I own it."
That sort of feeling.
I have been laying low anyway with my drawings and card making. For the life of me, I seemed to be working a lot, chilling, doing lots of runs, x-training (yesterday's yoga was madness. Parul had herself replaced with a friend who is this hyper yoga bunny or rather, hare. While we were solemnly embarking on the strecthing, he was already lamenting our soberity. "Smile. Smile. Smile," he went on. "Breath and smileeeee." And yes, he did push us to our limits {also many thanks to Siti who told him under the rate of 10, we level at 7} so of course, he took the opportunity to push us shit hard. By the end of a good 1 hour, I sweated like I just did a 5km. Believe me not. Just with yoga!) AND reading. So the mojo on the creative side of things have indeed taken a backseat. In fact, not forgetting my long ambition of finishing up Shanice or even 5 Stories in KL isn't heading anywhere, it seems. Ahhhh. I need some focus here.
Well so much for now.
I'm typically happy with how things are cooking. Runs are hovering around 21-23 kms per week these few weeks and my legs are taking it well. Due race is in June so I think I should be fairing well. Europe's on. I'm in the midst of charting my route. Work's shitty but let's not talk about it. At least, I'm up some scary learning curve. Though, there is no sign about my changing my car in the next 1-2 months. Don't want to stress myself over it. It is of course, a matter of time and price. *Wink*
