If i could lay in bed with a good book, I would gladly vegetate there for all eternity, rising only to quell hunger pangs and for loo trips. But no, man ain't built to live on air and sunshine, unlike the plants. we need cash to buy things that keep us alive e.g. KFC, Coca-Cola, Nike, Nintendo, a Tiffany or two and of course the book which we had wanted to be buried with in the first place.
Given that we need cash to pay for expenses, and an ever-increasing source of cash at that, cos expenses only increase with inflation, age and expectations. we devote most of our waking time to this thing called work for 40-44 hours a week. more if you are a workaholic like hao-e. That leaves little time for anything else. In my line of work, I don't get paid if I don't turn up and that sucks, cos I am made to keep working and i feel compelled to work work work for the $$$.
Besides the huge time-consumer called "employment", because of reasons I shall not go into now, I need to devote some time every day to task "S", which has this huge deadline in the middle of May. In addition to that, I have to get up early for work, and I mean early at 6.20am! After work I need to go to the gym to burn off calories else risk being labelled unhealthy (it's a boo boo on the island to be unhealthy). Then I need to get home and watch my daily dose of tv shows (that is a habit I'm not about to give up). And then I feel guilty at not starting "S" because it's almost bedtime (i sleep at 11pm. i follow sleeping patterns of the elderly). So i'm left with a few minutes each night for the wonderful novel I've just started called "Until I find you" by Irving. Wretchedly, I feel bad leaving the book on my nightstand every evening after only flipping through less than 10 pages. Sometimes I can't recall what I read the night before because I was so tired, i end up re-reading the pages. argh, sometimes I think i'm just getting upset for nothing. Why rush the book? Why rush at all? Calm down. Be zen...
Given that we need cash to pay for expenses, and an ever-increasing source of cash at that, cos expenses only increase with inflation, age and expectations. we devote most of our waking time to this thing called work for 40-44 hours a week. more if you are a workaholic like hao-e. That leaves little time for anything else. In my line of work, I don't get paid if I don't turn up and that sucks, cos I am made to keep working and i feel compelled to work work work for the $$$.
Besides the huge time-consumer called "employment", because of reasons I shall not go into now, I need to devote some time every day to task "S", which has this huge deadline in the middle of May. In addition to that, I have to get up early for work, and I mean early at 6.20am! After work I need to go to the gym to burn off calories else risk being labelled unhealthy (it's a boo boo on the island to be unhealthy). Then I need to get home and watch my daily dose of tv shows (that is a habit I'm not about to give up). And then I feel guilty at not starting "S" because it's almost bedtime (i sleep at 11pm. i follow sleeping patterns of the elderly). So i'm left with a few minutes each night for the wonderful novel I've just started called "Until I find you" by Irving. Wretchedly, I feel bad leaving the book on my nightstand every evening after only flipping through less than 10 pages. Sometimes I can't recall what I read the night before because I was so tired, i end up re-reading the pages. argh, sometimes I think i'm just getting upset for nothing. Why rush the book? Why rush at all? Calm down. Be zen...
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