My Current State of Affair

Weekend came with open arms but now it's going to leave me in a few hours like a lover flying back to his home over the other side of the world. That is always how I deeply feel for weekends.

I went back to Malacca for a family reunion. Reunion it was. I haven't seen so many people for quite awhile. It was as usual chaotic. We had everyone at the restaurant looking at a bunch of 50 people laughing like hyena or screaming. Talking like the world is indeed their oyster. Laughing like the world is everything to them. Climbing on chairs like we were at home while taking pictures.and those sort of things we do. It was a chaos.

I was safely in the comforts of my bed by 2am. Extremely sleepy and wishing it wouldn't have been Sunday when I open my eyes. But days can't be cheated. Days don't jump forward faster or skip ahead as we like it to be. More so days don't move slower or faster we wish it to be. Days are fair accounts in any or every circumstances, regardless. In fact, they are pretty impersonal and impartial. They just work everyday, minding their business.

And as I am having my legs massaged at this moment I am already looking forward for the coming weekend when I will be going back Malacca again, this time in my K-man. I can't wait.

The longest push and rav I have had with the car was a mere 1km max. So this time on the stretch of 120km odd of highway, with bare minimal car (we'll push off far late or far early), the car will be able to show itself off. Ah, finally!

Notwithstanding that, I'll finally also get my Prince a good tint I need so badly. Yay!

Anyway just yesterday before I left for Malacca, I got Romeo and Juliet. Oh, I mean, I got 2 baby terrapins. While it's too tiny to rightly determine their gender, I am taking assumption they will be a boy and a girl after all. Oh well, sweat not. When they are old enough to see the gender, I'll change their names if I have to... Then till, Romeo and Juliet it is.

At this point, I have yet to decide if I would be running for the half marathon this 27th. I have this feeling of unpreparedness now. My stamina has yet to reach the desired peak and my strength is insufficient to pace me through hills and valleys throughout the 21kms within a good 2 hours or so.

As such that I feel utterly pointless to dwell into the marathon. I mean, why run if I'm pretty certain I'll be qualifying for the below-good-standards of a half marathoner. That is my point.

But I'm not giving up hopes just yet. My training regime is still on so pray. Pray that I will be ready by that week. If I can't, no sweat, there are always marathons around.

I'm just not putting any form of pressure unto myself because I have enough stress at work already. And life is really too short for this sort of pressure or worry. Plus I haven't taken the effort to see the specialist about that knee...

Well, enough is said and done. This coming week will be pretty intense at work with so many visitors. I do wish they will leave us alone and let us live happily ever after but who am I kidding right? Who am I kidding? Haha...