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Monday, 31st January 2005
| 12:50 PM Before I go on writing about the usual sucky weekend, my-life-sucks whiny entry, very much like the kind I've been writing lately, I think I should share with you guys something happier. Mom turned 50 this January, so sis and I decided to buy her a proper birthday gift. We bought her a diamond-studded (well, not that many diamonds, and they aren't all that big) white gold ring. A modest one that fits out modest budget. She seemed to like it. Our family doesn't really do birthdays, which I think can be quite sad, but I've since suspected that it's more my dad rather than my mom who's not into birthdays. I'm having a headache. Dare I hope it's caused by sleeping with wet hair - like how my grandmas, aunts and mom warned me against doing? I can't help it. I had a good walk yesterday, I got all sweaty, spent a long time in the shower. Scrubbed myself all over, washed my hair, conditioned it, and then had a good session with the pumice stone on my heels. I've been neglecting my heels a lot lately, and they've been quite cracked. I don't want to suffer badly-cracked heels like I have before. They feel much better today, but I need to stop my laziness in caring for them on a constant basis. I'm quite anxious in that I don't have time to go to the gym, but I'm trying to fit in exercise at home now. Going to the gym seems too much hassle to me at the moment. The nearest women's gym is about an hour away from home, and to consider the fact that I have to lug stuff across the country on public transport and all - it just doesn't appeal to me. Maybe I'm just lazy or giving myself excuses, or worse, on the verge of a total breakdown, but I'm so tired out from a long day at the office that having to dash off to the gym and end up going home even later just kills my enthusiasm. I sort of love the gym better than working out at home - the gym has better equiment than what I have at home. But it's just difficult to squeeze time for it beyond the weekends. So I'm planning 20-min walks daily at home on my air-walker thingy (once I have enough to spare, I'm getting a new treadmill or something) for this week, and increasing it to hopefully 30 minutes for next week. Mileage wise, I hope to do 15km by Sunday. I would love to be able to wake up early to workout before I get ready for work, but right now just to get to work at 8.30am, I need to wake up at 6am so that I can leave the house and catch the bus at 7am. I need to get my act together and be better disciplined about time. Yet, I'm so, so tired. I'm starting to think if I'm having some sort of quarter-life crisis, with what with me feeling down almost all the time, feeling like my job's getting me down when I actually love what I'm doing. -
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