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This week has been one helluva long week, with work days starting as early as 7am and ending as late as 10pm. I find myself waking up each morning feeling parched even before the day has begun, but at the same time I’ve also found myself far more reliant on God than I’ve ever been. Even so, my patience has been wearing thin and self-reminders to start off the day in prayer are becoming increasingly cursary as the week drags on.
I’ve never looked forward to long weekends with so much anticipation as I have with this coming one – 4 days of pure rest, pure doing-nothings, pure doing-as-I-please – 4 days of sheer bliss. I have promised myself not to touch my laptop nor catch up on work, although the temptation to lug my laptop home tomorrow night seems awfully strong.
Come Friday morning, I will sleep in and not force myself out of bed. I shall have total rest and not emerge from under my duvet until the sun has risen proper.
But from now till then, which is just 24 hours away, I have another long list of controls to test, exceptions to raise, project statuses to follow up on, project plans to update, performance reviews to complete, amongst a gazillion other things that remain on my to-do list, waiting to be struck off.
I need a miracle.
Image from here.
We bade farewell to the last of our 30degree days yesterday, a feeling I found more bittersweet than I thought it would be. On one hand I am relieved that the fiery of the furnace has been quenched, but on the other, I also realised that we probably wouldn’t be seeing much of the sun/heat from now on for the next 6-8 months.
It first struck me a week ago when I suddenly awoke at 7 in the morning to find it still dark. It was as if the mood of the sun had taken a 180degree turn overnight. Or it woke up on the wrong side of bed.
It’s 8.40 now but it feels like what 7.30 used to be. The sun’s I-just-got-out-of-bed freshness is still lingering, warming up the air to prep it for a pleasant day ahead. The promise of 24 degrees is what everyone looks forward to today, especially after the heatwave. But I feel a little sad and a little regretful at cursing the heat that just passed us, because I know it’ll be away for a long, long time.
And from now till then, we will all be wrapped up in our bundles of fur, trudging to work in knee-high boots, hands wrapped tightly around travel Thermoses. I wonder what it’s like in Switzerland.
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It is most disconcerting to wake up one day and realise that the property market has boomed so much in the last 24 months that even setting up the humblest abode in the suburbs could cause you to spiral into a lifetime of debt.
I can just imagine the snowball effect that this will have on society: people working harder to pay off their loans, dual-income families increase, workplace competition stiffens, society has lesser tolerance for the unfortunate, and our children become more screwed up in the face of competition. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?
While it makes me wonder how much I want to be sucked into the whole scheme of things that is already damned for destruction, I’m also doubtful if I can survive in another society governed by the game of survival of the fittest.
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I’ve recently taken up a new triathlon – pilates, yoga and BODYBALANCE™ – in addition to my weekly running regime. By stroke of luck, I landed myself a contract-free Fitness First membership, and the price difference between that membership and my existing cave-like one (it not only looked like one, it certainly smelt like one too) was mere pittance. It was quite a no-brainer, so I am officially a member of the worldwide conglomerate of Fitness Freaks.
I’ve only gone for one pilates and two BODYBALANCE™ classes and I’m already totally addicted to all that contortionistic feats that they make us perform. It’s been a while since I’ve had sore muscles, and as sadistic as it may sound I actually love that feeling.
So anyway I’m supposed to be longer (unfortunately not taller), have better posture and a flatter tummy. Oh and of course stronger core muscles, how could I forget. Let’s see how long this keeps up for, because as it is my fitness timetable doesn’t permit any cycling and the Ice Queen looks terribly miserable in her little corner.
Wish you were here.
Love,
Deedot.
