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I have decided to rid of my frustration by doing some sports. I wanted to do a course of the triathlon – 1 mile of swimming, 6 miles of running and 24 miles of cycling. Well, it’s kind of hard to put that all into an evening after work. So I decided to swim 1 mile, a distance I can easily do and shorter than what I do on a normal workout, then run the 6 miles. When I got onto the treadmill, I ran for around 25 minutes and I was dripping with sweat and a raised pulse of around 180ppm and only managed 3.5KM – which is a disappointing 2mile-ish. So much for another 4 miles to make it to 6 miles. Either way, it was a good 1.5 hours of workout. Then when I got home, looking at the state it’s in, I teared some lettuce and poured some Japanese sesame dressing over it and had it for dinner. I ate some peanuts as well.
I find that my morals and values are in direct conflict with that of the society. For one, I was having a heated discussion with my dad yesterday about the fact that I spend too much money compared to my brother. Then I have come to learn that the only way I could really put my degree to good use is by joining the RAF to become a Weapons Engineer – which in all honesty I would love to do if Hong Kong was still part of the Great British Empire and if they were involved in less controversial wars which kills thousands. Nicknamed “The killing machine†for the last couple of days, I have been sitting through a course on porting an ancient programming language into PPJ framework built on top of the .net framework. I did pass my C# and .net training. On another note, I was watching newsnight just now on BBC2 of an interview with David Brooks, who wrote a book called “The Social Animal: The Hidden Sources of Love, Character, and Achievement†in which he argued happiness of an individual is ultimately linked to the emotional connection with those around you, and specifically a good family and a good marriage. In which I have still been beating myself over: my failure to hold on to any form of deep meaningful relationship with those around me. My failing relationship aside, my immediate family lives 6000 miles away, I live alone in a messy apartment which I have lost the will to tidy up and some other things are adding up, taking a tow on me.
Either way, such is the life of a man growing up: The reality strikes him and his will and determination to carry on lies within his mind.
Just a big sigh. Life goes on. Tomorrow will be another day.