6 months in

I'm still getting used to the idea of being a working man. For in my mind, i'm still this kid who just jumps from one point to another, no commitments or worries. But i'm not, unfortunately. This sense of permanence is taking a little longer than expected for me to adapt. 'Cause really, i've never really been a "long-term" person. Wouldn't go so far as to calling myself a commitophobe, more like a slow learner. By the by, i'm just talking 'bout things in general. Nothing specific. So don't panic.

So 6 months as a working man. 6 months living on my own. 6 months living in Prai. Away from family and friends. Away from my (now) beloved KL. I think i've done OK so far. Except for little things like putting on weight, losing all my fitness and stamina, not making new friends, stopped playing any sports, command of English suckening, staying cooped up in my apartment most of the times, laptop and PS One as my main companions. On second thought...

But it's not all bad. I get to travel down to KL alot, for work reasons. Ahh, i even travel home fortnightly just for the heck of it. Colleagues who have become close friends. I'm earning money, so that always gives me some satisfaction. Lots of small little things i can be grateful of, if i really want to. I don't know what's the point of the post. Just to get going i guess. Let my mind loose a little bit.

Other random bits:

1. Went hiking again the other day. Not as agile and fearless as before. Don't know what's changed.
2. Went for basketball the same day. Missed open shots and layups, basically played crap. Consequence of not playing at all here in Penang.
3. A night of yamcha suddenly became a clubbing night. Liking the spontaneity.

Juices ain't flowin'. Maybe it's all the reports i've been writing.