I am feeling better today in fact. Much better than my weighted moodiness I have been in for the past 2 weeks (more like since my last post in the blog). And I should say I am getting back on my feet, getting a grip of things and moving on with the much awaited load of shits that has been piling on my plate for the longest 2 weeks of brooding.
Amongst the things that I have to catch up is my exercise regime. I have ran lesser (VERY obviously), did no yoga and cycled even lesser. The one and only thing which was constant were my tennis classes I attend week in, week out. I’m just happy with myself on this piece. Nothing more.
But, I need to get back on my lazy feet and start locking the 25 clicks per week and more if I were to finish within 2 hours for a half marathon. I need to get back doing yoga at last 2x a week. And my body is starting to feel the effects of non-exercising. Like when I was easily feeling tired by the time 3-4pm hits or even today, while the trainer as babbling over some Excel formulas, my brains were fuzzy with dotes of grogginess. I felt so tired. I went to the toilet for a pee and when I looked myself in the mirror, boy, I sure look shitty. I looked like a druggie without her dose.
That is how much lack of adrenalin rush I’m short, just when people lament how much lack of sex they are not getting.
Finally, my very stressed up planning for the Europe trip is settled. I have all relevant flights, trains and hotel which is within my choice and budget booked. But I have to say, this time around, due to the lack of time (thanks to Holiday Tours for their efficiency of confirming Eugene’s flight at the very last hour) I was really, scrambling to get everything right within a short span of time. The feat itself isn’t fun. I don’t have the luxury of time to over loom over my choices in each region I plan to harbor. It evoked more stress than it should and I believe that made me even moodier than I was.
I shall now, sit back and enjoy what I have planned and just go with the flow from now on… no more stress since hotels are booked, planes are booked and trains are booked. My only concern now is IF the darn tickets get to me in time. *PRAY*
Though I have been brooding. My thoughts have been lingering on almost everywhere and everything and everybody.
When I was purging for several days which left me with even not wanting to do anything but read my books, I managed to complete The Historian at that point in time.
How shall I put about this book? I have never really comment a book in my blog post but I think I should make an exception to this simply because it was a 800 pager book!!! Between my crazy work and dramatic life, 800 pager is not a joke.
I find The Historian a combination of a lot of things. Historical fact and a story teller’s line. But what I like about the book is, it got idiots like me going on reading it till the end. Though at some point, it gets a little naggy, most parts are simply interesting to pull me through page after page. But, what I not like about The Historian is, after all the searching and toiling, the ending left me just at a “the end” per se. Nothing twisty, nothing awe struck. So that got me wondering, if for the struggle of 800 pages of words, with this is all one gets, it makes one (me) feels if it is really worth of such literate and historically in depth journey.
I know. I sound imperially judgmental on this one but I just can’t help putting this bit of thought over it. It’s just a long book.
I proceed with The Concise Chinese-English for Lovers which is a fun read and indeed, this book, despite its simpleness, illuminated the issue of cross culture relationships and even relationship issues within itself. The storyline is simple, clean and straight. It is also very honest which got me going within a good 24 hours to complete a 200 pager, font size 12, 1/5 spacing.
I ended it with a smile. And of course, some reminded lessons about relationship, us being Chinese vs them being the Caucasians and the culturally exposed vs. the culturally unexposed.
Anyway, work has been taking the centre stage of my life as I have been ranting in my posts over and over again, I shall not dwell anymore about it.
And so let’s catch up about my life. In the next post before this gets toooo long.
Amongst the things that I have to catch up is my exercise regime. I have ran lesser (VERY obviously), did no yoga and cycled even lesser. The one and only thing which was constant were my tennis classes I attend week in, week out. I’m just happy with myself on this piece. Nothing more.
But, I need to get back on my lazy feet and start locking the 25 clicks per week and more if I were to finish within 2 hours for a half marathon. I need to get back doing yoga at last 2x a week. And my body is starting to feel the effects of non-exercising. Like when I was easily feeling tired by the time 3-4pm hits or even today, while the trainer as babbling over some Excel formulas, my brains were fuzzy with dotes of grogginess. I felt so tired. I went to the toilet for a pee and when I looked myself in the mirror, boy, I sure look shitty. I looked like a druggie without her dose.
That is how much lack of adrenalin rush I’m short, just when people lament how much lack of sex they are not getting.
Finally, my very stressed up planning for the Europe trip is settled. I have all relevant flights, trains and hotel which is within my choice and budget booked. But I have to say, this time around, due to the lack of time (thanks to Holiday Tours for their efficiency of confirming Eugene’s flight at the very last hour) I was really, scrambling to get everything right within a short span of time. The feat itself isn’t fun. I don’t have the luxury of time to over loom over my choices in each region I plan to harbor. It evoked more stress than it should and I believe that made me even moodier than I was.
I shall now, sit back and enjoy what I have planned and just go with the flow from now on… no more stress since hotels are booked, planes are booked and trains are booked. My only concern now is IF the darn tickets get to me in time. *PRAY*
Though I have been brooding. My thoughts have been lingering on almost everywhere and everything and everybody.
When I was purging for several days which left me with even not wanting to do anything but read my books, I managed to complete The Historian at that point in time.
How shall I put about this book? I have never really comment a book in my blog post but I think I should make an exception to this simply because it was a 800 pager book!!! Between my crazy work and dramatic life, 800 pager is not a joke.
I find The Historian a combination of a lot of things. Historical fact and a story teller’s line. But what I like about the book is, it got idiots like me going on reading it till the end. Though at some point, it gets a little naggy, most parts are simply interesting to pull me through page after page. But, what I not like about The Historian is, after all the searching and toiling, the ending left me just at a “the end” per se. Nothing twisty, nothing awe struck. So that got me wondering, if for the struggle of 800 pages of words, with this is all one gets, it makes one (me) feels if it is really worth of such literate and historically in depth journey.
I know. I sound imperially judgmental on this one but I just can’t help putting this bit of thought over it. It’s just a long book.
I proceed with The Concise Chinese-English for Lovers which is a fun read and indeed, this book, despite its simpleness, illuminated the issue of cross culture relationships and even relationship issues within itself. The storyline is simple, clean and straight. It is also very honest which got me going within a good 24 hours to complete a 200 pager, font size 12, 1/5 spacing.
I ended it with a smile. And of course, some reminded lessons about relationship, us being Chinese vs them being the Caucasians and the culturally exposed vs. the culturally unexposed.
Anyway, work has been taking the centre stage of my life as I have been ranting in my posts over and over again, I shall not dwell anymore about it.
And so let’s catch up about my life. In the next post before this gets toooo long.
