Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
One million cars and nine traffic lights to go.
That is what I have to go through every morning. I hate being caught up in the traffic, it makes me feel so restless as there is nothing I can do when all the cars in front, at the back and my left and right are not moving an inch. I just want to scream out of my lungs when every traffic light turns red just a few seconds before it’s my turn to go.
For the past one month I moved to my new crib, I had to travel a little further to work everyday. What used to be a 10 minute drive has now become a 30 to 40 minute drive. And if ever an accident or a breakdown happens on my route, it could take up to an hour. Imagine that! Penang is becoming like Kay El. The only thing that is keeping my sanity in those horrifying drives is Linkin Park’s Minutes to Midnight blasting.
So I wonder, how could anyone keep in the positive mood every morning when seems like the traffic jam is causing a bad start for everyone? I’m not sure if anyone enjoys the traffic jams? I think creepy crawly traffic jam is number one in my hate list! Will anyone come up with a warp machine in the next couple of years? Or else, I’m gonna need to go to Japan to look for Doraemon.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Self-centeredness is killing me too. When all they think about is their own self interest, and to hell with others, what is the meaning of being another human in this world?
Why can’t people have a little bit more sense of responsibility? Why do they like to cause so much hurt to others, knowingly and not knowingly? Is this world really a bad place to be in? I believe it’s more of the people who is making it like that.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
Getting in line.
I am very proud of myself last night. I took the effort to go for a swim. It was really a herculean effort on my part. I could not remember when was the last time I actually swam. I could not even remember when was the last time I took some time for some kind of exercise. Hence, the shape that I am in right now.
For the past 6 years, I lived just opposite PISA. And never have I ever been to the swimming pool. The very 1 time I stepped into PISA’s swimming pool was more than 10 years ago, when I went to see Kah Soon’s polo competition. Hang on, was it PISA or PSC? I think it’s PSC. That means, I have never been to PISA’s swimming pool, when all it took me was less than 5 minutes to get there.
So, since the new place I am staying now comes with a swimming pool, I willed myself to do a 10 lap last night. I did, and right after that, I felt as though my arms were falling off my shoulders. Papa threw me into the pool when I was 9. Believe it or not, I swam everyday. And at that age, I picked it up pretty fast. Unfortunately, without proper and further guidance, I was just swimming for the fun of it. It would have been different if I was encouraged to join some swimming competition. With the rate that I was swimming 7 days a week, more than 3 hours a day, I would have been in the junior swimming team for Malaysia back then.
I might go for a swim again tonight. Looks like I am getting in line with the right things this year. More good stuff coming my way.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Thursday, January 01, 2009
Bigger is better. Biggest is best.
Funny how I used to sleep in a single bed, and could make do with that small little space. Now, I got a queen sized bed, but I am fretting that I don’t have enough space. Silly, I know. Seriously, the bed feels small. Or was it because my room now is smaller, and comes with a bigger wardrobe? I don’t have a CRT TV in my room anymore (planning to get a wall-mount LCD somewhere in the near future). So, how come my bed still feels small? Should I move that bed to the other room and get myself a king sized bed instead? That is going to reduce the already limited walking space in my room further more. And not mentioning burning another hole in my pocket. Any sponsors?