Tired.

I am just tired. Physically and mentally.

Help.

The best way to work out for busy lifeless people like me : Where guys will literally Push On Through.

I work 11 to 13 hours on most days. As a result I do not have what some may call, a life. Yes you may say hey, after work go chill out have some drinks. Well, after a 13 hour day, its not like I still have any energy to actually function socially.

I used to be thin. I'm no athlete but I do go for a jog almost everyday, an hour a session. That was back when I was a student.

Ok,  to be honest I started gaining weight when I was still a student but only after I met Fiona. Simply because she, the thin lanky thing she is, likes to eat. But being thin, she only eats half of anything she orders. Me, being the person who pays most of the time (Not ungkit-ing sayang, I'm just saying xoxo) could not stand looking at wasted food so I finish off everything.

There you go, I have found a legitimate excuse for me getting fat. Blame the girlfriend.

However, I do know its an illegitimate reason. A red herring expedition. Logical fallacy. Its when I divert the attention from the real issue to another issue that actually makes sense.

I actually have only myself to blame. 

Here I am, just back from work, its 10.15pm Malaysian time. I am thinking about working out (we have a small gym at home, cross trainer + home gym) but I.am.too.tired. and plus I brought home some homework for me to do so I have to do that to. 

Everyday I look at my old clothes and tell myself I'm going to be thin again. All the Black Sabbath, The Who, Oasis T-shirts will be worn again once more. Skin tight black T's. I actually refrain from buying any new clothes simply because I am of the opinion that it would be a waste of money to do so, since I'll be thin again...someday. 

bullshit.

Wont stop trying though...or to be more accurate, I wont stop dreaming about trying though.

Just how in the hell does one keep fit when one comes home late and exhausted...in all honesty, I could only think of one way. Now kids, this is natural, so don't flip out.

I guess the only way to have any cardiovascular activity is to do the cardio activity married couples do most. Wink wink aaa wink.

Because no matter how tired you are, believe me, you will push on through. No pun intended. The amount of calories burned will depend on how long the activity is. Judging from my studies and from what my married friends tell me, this particular activity can last quite some time. Some say its even more enjoyable than jogging. 

So I guess, I need to get married real soon. For love and for health. haha.

Pointless entry

Well it has been about a billion years since I last posted an entry. There's good reason why too. I have been busy practicing as a lawyer. That's right. I am an Advocate & Solicitor of the High Court of Malaya.

I have a lot to rant about but I wont write them all here. What I want to really rant about is the fact that I am no longer a student (a fact that I extremely hate solely because I don't get to lepak more often) and about chasing DREAMS.

I only have 15 mins (am typing this during lunch break, and at 2pm I have to be in KL Court for a mention) to finish this entry so here goes.

After practicing as a lawyer for a few months now, I am beginning to question whether this is my true calling or not. It has its ups and downs as with all other jobs but the main question I keep on asking myself is whether my job is:

1. me being logical and just working to earn a living, void of passion (yes I do realize that word gets thrown about frequently by people who are describing their feeling for their job but a cliche is a cliche simply because its true);

2. whether I am actually passionate about law, and that the reason why I'm feeling hollow about it right now is because I'm not practicing in the area I have interest in (I am a civil lawyer, boring).

Right now I am crossroads. Either continue working like an ant, void of everything but earning a good stable living or say fuck it all quit and do whatever I feel like doing and live happily full of passion but with a risk of not having money which will also mean lambat lagi la nak kawen dengan Fiona :(.

This entry is pointless as it has no conclusion but what I get from writing this is a reminder in writing ( I have a habit of reading my old entries, just to remind me of whatever things I planned to do in the future that I wrote about in the past but totally forgot about) that it is very important enjoy what you do.

Pointless entry, but I did get to rant so I do feel a bit better.

-.-"

What's it like to be a grown up.

I remember when I was 17, before I got my driving license, walking back from school with Mat and Mamu, I'd be looking at the sky and wondering when will I ever grow the fuck up and be an adult. Earning my own money, doing what I like, going where I please. I could not wait to "grow up". I wished that time would fly.

Nearly 8 years down the road I'm finally (albeit barely) here.The freedom I yearned for, the feeling of being independent (almost) that was always an enigma to me has finally arrived. Lo and behold, I hereby declare that I am an adult. I quasi-earn my own money (still chambering). I do as I please (almost) and I go out with anybody at anytime of the day without my parents calling me to balik rumah tidur tak elok nanti kalau jiran nampak.

I wish I could say how much I love being an adult. Problem is, I cant. Being a carefree kid/teenager was the best period of my life. The FUCK YOU I don't care approach I've been using all my life until now when dealing with difficult people and problems can be used no longer. I am now not allowed to walk away from any shit that comes my way and let someone else sort it out for me. My shit Is my own shit.

Of course my mom and dad/family/friends will always be there for me but you get my point right. I have to figure out how I'll be paying for this and that. I have to learn how to not ask dad for every single thing and ask mom for...well every single thing. Back in my final year in university, my parents still did/paid everything for me. Now as I am approaching the end of my chambering period, I could feel the Ghost of Responsibility quickly catching up, breathing down my neck and releasing unto me the evil spirit of havingtogiveafuck.

If I had the ability to go back in time and give a piece of advice to 17 year old me, it'd be this:

"Find the fountain of youth or just kill yourself in order to rid you off this horrible curse of aging".

Ok la,no. That would not be what I'd advice me. I'd advice me to stop wishing I was 21 so that I'll be "legal". I'd advice me to wish that instead of wishing time flies, why not wish time stood still because as an adult, you'll grow up and mature enough to see and realize that 90% of the time when you smile alone when no one is watching, it'd be because of a memory.

I wish time stood still on the 7th of August 2012 for me to tell my beloved Opah how much I love her and how much I'll be missing her come the 8th of August. She passed away on that date.

What's it like to be a grown up? Simple. It's not half as fun as when you're still a kid.

My two legs, MNG Melaka and Fiona.

I own two healthy legs. I take them out for the occasional jog...I use them every day to go to work, walk up a staircase, to gently push away a pet or two....and the list goes on and on. I love them. In fact I love them so much, I never abuse them by using them for unnecessary tasks such as....shopping. *shudders*

I am not a big fan of shopping. I never was, and never will be a big fan of shopping. However, I am in a relationship with a sweet young thing by the name of Fiona, whom I most dearly love and she...........enjoys. No wait. She breathes...shopping.

Its a good thing that she's not a big spender. She's still a green vegetable in the world of shopping, often settling for a RM5 hair clip and feel good the whole day. This is good because I do not have any money...as of yet. Its not like she asks me to buy her stuffs...but as a boyfriend..there is this invisible voice inside of me that yells PAY!! everytime she opens her purse to pay for anything....

Anyways, one fine day we went to MNG @ Dataran Pahlawan, Melaka. We went to get a bite for lunch..watched a movie...drank overpriced coffee. It was fun. I was a bit tired. We were set to go home. All was good and well.

And then...MNG happened.

There was a sale and Lo and behold before me was a 20 year old girl. I knew at that point in time...we weren't going back. Oh no. We were going to stay.

As she dragged me into the shop, her eyes widen with excitement. A smile formed. Her grip on my hand tightened. I have entered into MNG, and there was a sale.

My legs were giving away. My knees were wobbly. I followed her throughout the entire shop, trying to give the best opinions and suggestions. I was tired. I wanted to lie down and play dead. But for my love, I pushed on through. I was feeling very proud of myself. I am a warrior prince who is fighting in this battlefield of love for my princess. But alas......I began nagging.

She felt sorry for me..so she wanted to leave. But me being the hero I am, refused. We shall stay and shop I declared . She smiled and continued to look for..er..whatever that is for sale at MNG. Then I saw it. It was there all along.

There was this podium..this podium served as a seat, a resting ground  for my fellow brother warriors, many of them looking tired and sleepy. I strode across the shop..and took my place among my equals. I have found the boyfriend depot.

I remember smiling a smile of relief when I finally got the chance to rest my two legs. Thank you MNG Dataran Pahlawan, thank you so much for the boyfriend depot.

After a while, my better half was done. She didn't by anything mind you, she was only there to window shop and look at new arrivals. We finally called it a day.

If there are any ladies reading this, I hope you appreciate your partner's legs because in all actuality, he gave up possession of them a long time ago, from the moment he said I love you to you.

I know my legs will never be mine again as they, along with my heart, now belong to a sweet young thing who goes by the name of Fiona.