Time really flies

Time really flies. Without even realising it, it has been two months since I first set foot on Malacca ground. And with that, it has been more than three months since I made any physical activities, let alone running or biking or heck, swimming. All because of work.

If in KL I used to be back at home by 8 something, just in time for gym or at least something, now at 8, ive just finish packing my stuff to go home. When to run? In the morning? Slim chance. Cycling? Bila la wei. Really miss doing runs/cycle with Azwar, Bacin, Ajeep, Grunge and everybody else.

But there’s more. There’s this boss in KL who kinda watches over us here in Malacca. He is an arse I tell you. To make things worse, he’a a Malaccan. Aint no shit. He likes to pester us with ridiculous demands just to make his state prominent in the paper. Duh. Get a life sucka. Or better, get your own paper.

He kinda kills the life out of the two of us here in Malacca. My colleague here, even contemplated leaving the company sometime in February or March because he couldnt handle the pressure anymore. Me? I’ll see how. I would really love to run again for sure. That will be among the factors, main factors for me to get a new lease of working life. Like I would to put it, ‘kalau ada peluang, sambar’.