Midlife Crisis

It's been yonks since my last entry and while the workout sessions went very well for a time. I discovered that while I've been putting on the pounds, on top of the booze and smokes that my fitness hasn't completely deserted me which was a real surprise considering that I really haven't done jack all for such a long time. Needless to say, the missus and I have stopped going to the gym again and the regular sweat fest has been put on hold. No it isn't because we are THAT lazy, it's really the crappy world of work we are in. We are both pulling weird hours, yes it's supposed to be 8 to 6 but we find that more often than not, we start heading home only after 9 or sometimes 10, even then we're thinking about work because there is something which always seems to come up only at the end of each day. Anyway, by the time I've actually stepped into the house, I'm completely knackered mentally. There was a time when I can still recall just prior to my army sentence... *cue fade out and start tacky music*

...*fade in sepia tone film with grains and scratches*... I used to wait tables as a young lad at a pizza place along emerald hill. I could do a full gym training in the morning, then swim laps for an hour at the club before going to work and sometimes pulling double shifts gladly because it got me more money, and still head home to do more weights training and parttake in a midnight run down to MacRichie reservoir before a shower and sleep everyday. *cue fade out and start jarring music*...

Now I just get home, shower for like an hour before crashing into the sheets. It's like all I can do to hold my eyes open to catch a little telly... news, maybe a dvd (half) before the brain switches off.

So what to get a middle aged working stiff like me excited again. very little I can tell you besides perhaps winning the lottery. But then again I don't gamble so that will never happen for me. So I guess I can only hope for a filthy rich relo who knows me and has read this blog and decided to leave me a fortune. Not likely either, so I've gone back to why we bother pulling the long hours and slogging for living. Well because it affords me a good comfortable living. I can indulge in my techy gizmo toys and I can also afford the average automobile.

Yes peeps I've done it again. I got rid of "the loaf" not six months ago and got the missus a lovely little swift which I've named "Gray Ghost"! For those of you who shared the childhood years with me, you will know the significance of the name by the board game piece which I so loved to choose when we used to play that darn boardgame. No no but the crazy thing isn't that, I've finally decided to part ways with my monster "the Black Beast". Yes after only two years the affair has ended and I've to let her go. My eyes have wandered and I'm completely smittened with a new set of wheels, I've yet to name her but by all accounts, she was a hot little chilli padi and she was everything she promised to be. Sexy, fun-loving, naughty and nice, sweet, safe and quick... I mean swift! All in all the lovely swift sport made my dreams and had my heart beating faster. It's no supercar and I'm not about flash... but I enjoy a little fun and I'm getting it from everywhere with this little gem. I may just name her "lil chilli" since she'll be red and all. I can't wait till next month's end when she'll finally arrives on our shores and we'll be together. The missus is tempted to hijack my new baby but she's still loving the grey ghost even though she just calls him "SS"... that's so boring! Whatever the case, the black beast has been pulling extra duties since as if trying to convince me to keep her on but while I still love em big autos, the commanding position and the security in an unforeseen accident. As in the case last year when brave black beast took a serious bashing and protected me from any harm when some dim f***wit of a black lexus RX300 just wasn't paying attention and ploughed into us when we had stopped with everyone else on an expressway jammed choc a bloc. I sadly must say goodbye to black beast, but when I leave for Canada, I will definitely look up black beast's relos and consider a new adventure again especially when I'll be expecting to make many a long road trip up north or down towards america. But sadly, singapore and the many jams I find myself stuck in too constantly... well I just need a spicy little partner one nimble enough to get me to where I need to go. So rather than have a hot-hatch when I was in my late teens or early twenties... I'm gonna get one now in my mid thirties. Go figure... maybe when I'm actually forty-something I'll go out and get a supercar. One that screams out... look at me... look at me! Oh but that stallion sure is pretty...