Effy

What a weekend. The good, the bad, the unexpected. Sigh.

Anyway, after much cajoling over the weeks, I finally succumbed and dragged my fat ass to the east to blade. After two hours of blading, we stopped by the hawker centre to have food, and I thought, hey I can afford to eat because I’ve been exercising.

I had satay and wings. I had hokkien mee, taupok and rojak. Oh, and ketupat as well.

Argh. All the effort down the drain. Exercising makes one hungry!!

I came home with these babies, which is my compromise to myself for my super unhealthy lifestyle.

Now I can imagine myself and the wifey rollerblading side by side at the romantic West Coast Park, but that is but a dream because more likely than not I’ll be bent over picking her off the ground. :D

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I got dulan at the housemate again over some minor issue, which certainly did not warrant near hysteria on his part. He, being the dark soulful artistic broody type, tends to get over-emotional, and if it’s one thing I cannot stand, it’s THAT from men.

Anyhow, I was bitching to RL about him and RL seems to know the me well because the first thing she asked was, “And how long will you stay mad at him this time? 10 minutes?”, and I started rambling on about what happened, and just as soon as I was done, an SMS came in from the housemate saying “I left the rent on your table, I hope you’re having a good day and aren’t too sad now”.

I sheepishly told RL I wasn’t mad at him anymore. She says I’m too easy to please and am a sucker for a cute face.

No lah, I’m just a sucker for men who know how to belai my jiwa. And especially those who belai my other thingamajits as well. I kid I kid. :D

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I realised yesterday as I plopped onto the couch that I am really mentally and physically worn out.

I have been going at pretty much full speed the whole of this year. At the end of the year, I know I’ll be able to look back and say, yes I’ve achieved a lot, yes I’ve been to many places, yes I’ve done so much.

But at what cost?

My goal in life is always just to maintain my quality of life. To be happy. To enjoy life. Some people think I’m a lazy bum because all I seem to do is relax one corner, but my aim in life is crystal clear to me. Live life to the fullest. Do what you enjoy as much as you can. Period. To me, work is merely a means to an end.

Therein lies the catch-22 - the harder, smarter and better you work, the more you’re given the freedom and responsibilities for tasks overseas (which enable you to see the world - well, in my company anyway), or the more you’re paid (which enables you to improve your quality of life), BUT the more responsibilities you will be given and the more worn out you will be.

So like that how?

And it really irks me that after all I’ve done and all the braincells I waste, at the end of it all I’m still going to shrivel up like a dried prune and die.

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I finally got down to reading a Paulo Coelho book - The Witch Of Portobello. And I must say I liked it quite a lot which was surprising to me because I thought his books would be very dry.

I’m not someone who’s descriptive, so I can’t quite verbalise what I liked about his writing, but his style reminds me so much of Murakami.

Sometimes you’re reading a Murakami book, and you widen your eyes and exclaim, what the fuck?! because some of his stories involve opening your mind to fantasy, something that we little engineers find hard to do.

But then you continue reading because you’re so drawn into the characters and the compelling storyline. That’s probably the best thing an author can hope to achieve when you’re reading his books.

And that’s what The Witch Of Portobello did to me. :D

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…..is, for lack of a better word….. perfect.

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