It is Monday. I did not drag my feet to work today because my memory has recalled that there is nothing that urgent and hot baking that I needed to drag my feet to work today. There is work as always. There is 'something' important as always but so long it is not urgent and important, life is pleasant working.
The weekend has been a 2 day of sleep and meeting up with relative period for me. Not forgetting zero exercise (of which I did not consider my 6km of uphill ride was much of a exercise anyway) and recuperation of a migraine which started off on Thursday evening, dragged randomly through Friday, reignited on Friday evening after dinner with the Thai super loaded chilly dishes, mild pain on Saturday and blinking throbbing on Sunday morning when I woke up acknowledging I was in my bed in Malacca.
Such was my weekend.
I slept till 10am (hard these days) on Sunday. Ate at home because I refuse to be scalded under the baking sun and ferocious heat, went back to supposedly nap which became a sleep at about 2pm and woke wide eyed at 5.30pm. I had a sense of greatness with the subdued migraine and a dash of heavy headness of after effect.
I wondered why it has got to be that my pain and all, only starts and ends when I was supposed to be enjoying a break from work. It just happens. I get most migraines during weekends or I fall literally ill during weekends. Like the last blow I had was a row of crazy diarrhea that enjoyed its scene throughout Thursday night, Friday and Saturday. When Sunday came, it went back to its closet and started hibernating.
I mean, why is it that it has to only show up when I want the "my time" to myself to enjoy 'life'? Why it is that it does not have the tenacity to appear between Monday to Wednesday? I don't mind just having to work on Thursday or Friday because it's the end of the week anyway.
I consider this "The Body's Show Stopper." I just has its mind of its own.
Healthy as I may sound, I am one individual which is susceptible to migraine. Hardly fever. Hardly flu. Hardly cough. Hardly tummy problem. Just headache and migraine. And many a times, it is attributed from the crazy unfazed heat versus still air that hardly circulates the places I thrive in KL. I never get into such situation when I am on the island no matter how hot the sun could bake me. I could look like a bake walking piece of meat but I never suffer any form of headache when I am with the sun, sand and sea.
So they say, some people are just meant to be. Somewhere. I am one of those people.
Anyway, time with the relatives was so-so. I finally got a quick glance how half of them turn out to be and vice versa I guess. We turn out fine. It's nice in that sense. But as we are all grown up, adult and all, there is so much we could catch up about life. More of filling in the blanks between the missing moments we have not been around. And that was that.
The only person who nagged me a little, was my 48 year old cousin who believes I should be getting a kid, really soon. I gave him the look and reminded him life is too short to fret over a kid. Reminded him I have got Mt Kinabalu to climb with him. Forgot to remind him of Sipadan, Kapalai and Mabul.
And the best part of it all was, most of my cousins are either not married still or without kids still. Yahoo, the "Wee" family seemed to be threading on the same line of lifestyle. Now, I don't feel so alone!
But what got me nostalgic was how my youngest uncle whom son's wedding we were attending looked. Since he has similar resembles to my father, I could only smile and envision how my dad would have looked if he did lived up to 60. It would look pretty much like Uncle Chiang. In pretty much every sense.
Of course, it knocked me hard and pulled me back to my grounding roots of the fallible life I have been through. Looking around the wedding dinner, there has a series of traumatic events in the family. As my memory flashes through the events in life I have walked through with the family, I suddenly felt a sense of belonging and a sense of humanity within me. Not that I do not have humanity within this soul of mine, but often than not, in this crazy time driven and material KL lifestyle, one's feet often gets uprooted from the ground, whirling around and around and around to reach for the brighter stars again and again.
I realized I often stop hard, half way through and I often try picking up the essence of my life to put meaning to the things I choose to do. Things which becomes part of me today. Though I have come this far from where I was, a little innocent village girl from a sleepy hollow town of Malacca where everyone is kind and generous, I have metaphored into pretty much a metropolitan character.
At times, I struggle to pull through what I am truly inside against what I have become to integrate as one. To integrate as me.
I supposed that explains the alter ego bit people see from me every now and then. Some people call me contradiction as CK called his perfume. Some people call me alter ego as Tag has named one of its watches. Some people call me Jekyll and Hyde as Mr. Stevenson has created.
There were many at times nosy people getting very personal because they were curious over the many facets they see. As to what the exact the world I really am. But I could only say, do not. Do not attempt because it gets very complicated and confusing and often ends up getting berserk over trying. And I can't explain myself.
Nor am I trying because I don't believe in trying to have people to know me in any sense. It's time wasting. Just take me in face value. After all, true friends are the ones that accepts me as who I am having not to explain myself. Isn't it?
Well, so much for now. I have more to write about but I guess I need the time to start what people call "work." Till then if time permits, there is much to be said about life. Be well.
