It's another run and gym day for me. With two consecutive days of gym I reckon I'd abstain from gym and focus on a longer run tomorrow. The cold weather's reminiscent of those ol' Jap days when I ran in the wee hours of the morning.
There's absolutely nothing going on at night, and that gives me plenty of time to surf the net, do some reading, reflect and ponder over life, stare into space, complete my Age of Mythology campaign (which I've completed last week!) and catch up on some personal things that I've always wanted to do but never did. It's also a good time to take stock of my life so far.
I figured out that I've been so tied up with my own life that I've allocated no time for the outer circle of family and friends. It's always work and gym and makan and sleep and work and gym and makan and sleep and windsurf and internet and makan and sleep and so on and so forth. Such is the irony of life. I'm at the supposed pinnacle of my youth and everything's supposed to go downhill (?) from henceforth, and yet I'm lamenting.
That's perhaps the contradiction of life. We all know that life can be beautiful when things remain in situ, but we choose to lament and grumble. Perhaps that's also why everyone's drawn to Sex and the City; we're all longing to hear about what we've always known. It's just that we need someone to tell us what is wrong with ourselves so that we can move on.
Time to wake up and smell the coffee.