The year is almost coming to an end. My oh my, how time flies. Earlier this year I have thought of several new projects to set upon but me being me, I've only succeeded on doing one of the many stuff I've planned to do. And that one thing was my new blog focused on fitness. Even that was setup very, very late.

What else did I achieve this year? Oh! I managed to learn how to play pool. Something I've always wanted to try but never had the chance/time to. I learned to play it during the fasting month, believe it or not.

Wall climbing was also something else I tried my hands (and legs) on and it was fun. I am planning to go for a proper basic wall course but again, scheduling is an issue. But the prospect of taking the course this coming weekend is looking bright.

What didn't I manage to do? Sigh... yeah, kickboxing. I wanted to go to an introductory class but again, the timetable's a bit off for me. I wish I could just walk in at any time and say to the person at the counter: "I'd like to join the introductory class" and I'll be given a pair of boxing gloves and be introduced to a trainer.

Oh well. Maybe next year.

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Life's been a bit mundane lately. Of course, a mundane period in Aizan Suhaira's life may be equivalent to a rollercoaster ride for some other soul. There's nothing much to write about. No drama. No interesting stories. No nothing.

I wake up. I take a shower. I go to work. I hit the gym. I hit the shower. I go to bed. Of course, there are things that happen in between those main activities, but it's not really interesting enough to write about.

But mundane is good. Kind of. It means all is well. Doesn't it?

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As I scrolled through the weekly PostSecrets, this particular one caught my eye and made me smile. Welcome to the club, girlfriend! Sure, I'm not thirty yet but very very soon to hit that milestone. Like the writer, there was a time when the fear of not getting married and having children by a certain age made me feel depressed and ugly.

But as I grew older, so did my confidence. Being more comfortable in my own skin resulted in me feeling no pressure at all to conform to society's expectations of having to settle down by a certain age. These days when 'the elders' or the 'kaypohchees' ask when is it my turn to get hitched, I just give them a smug smile and say I have no reason to tie the knot.

Of course, it doesn't mean I look down on married couples. If they're happy then good for them. If they have beautiful children, that's better still. But it is not my cup of tea. I love my nephews but I don't think I'd enjoy being stuck with the responsibility of raising children. I have my fair share of men, but I don't think I'd like to be stuck with the same guy 24/7.

Perhaps it's because I haven't found 'the One' (as they oh so love to call 'em). But hey, being an independent woman living a care free life ain't half bad. Just ask the lady who sent the postcard.

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My circle of friends mostly consist of people who are in my age group or older. I have no patience with youngsters because I think they're too childish; preferring more mature people instead. It certainly doesn't help when there are friends who claim I was 40 when I was born. Ha bloody ha.

Anyway, part of the going wherever the wind blows process involves me meeting new people of all ages and colour. And I surprise myself for getting on pretty well with people who are much much younger than me. I guess in a way they remind me of what it was like to be so innocent. Of what is the most important thing in life before full blown adulthood and chasing careers got in the way.

To be honest, I don't know what they can glean from my minuscule life experience. But it seems like I had the better part of the bargain for being able to see through a youngster's eyes once again. Unlike me, I doubt they would make the mistake of not cherishing their youth enough.

They better cherish it. Life has a funny way of creeping up on you.

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Maybe my car washed itself?

Have you guys ever read about the tale of the elves and the shoemaker? Well, a modern version of it happened to me yesterday. Kind of.

I was walking towards my car to go to work yesterday and as I got closer, I noticed that the wipers were pulled up. Now the only time this happens is when my car is washed by the car wash boys who roam the apartment where I stay. Fair enough, right? The thing is, I didn't ask the boys to give my car a good scrubbing.

So anyway, when I got to my car it does look washed. Hmmm... interesting. It was no longer dusty, and a sure sign that it was washed: the tyres were gleaming. It left me wondering whether the car wash boys couldn't bare to look at such a filthy car (haven't washed it for 2 months. So what? Bite me), or they washed my car instead of another one by mistake (there's another car nearby of the same make and colour as mine).

I didn't get a chance to ask the car wash boys about it, though. They're nowhere to be found. Just like the elves.

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I am stuck at home today with a fever. And when you're stuck at home without being able to do much the mind starts to wander and starts having crazy ideas.

What if...

I can make money and live a comfortable existence as I am living now by writing and hitting the gym... I'd be the happiest person on earth (at least until I dream of something else).

Writing has been a life-long love. Hitting the gym and working out is a fairly new lover but it's an exciting one.

Often I have fret that the life I live is 'empty' because living in the corporate world, you don't actually contribute much to society. At least not like in the manner of doctors, nurses, teachers and other similar professions.

A good personal trainer on the other hand, could make a great impact on someone else's life. Imagine helping an obese person shed the excess weight, guiding them to a healthier lifestyle. Ain't that grand?

Sigh, a dream is just a dream I guess. As much as I have the passion for it I unfortunately lack the self-belief. Maybe I should get hypnotized.

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As much as I hated rotting in Hellhole for a good 4.5 years of my life, I have to say that was where I met most of my BFFs. I simply cannot imagine life without the friends that I have. Yes, perhaps I would've met other BFFs if I studied somewhere else but the ones I found in Hellhole have affected my life in a lot of positive ways.

For one thing, they've been very patient with my crazy ways, my psycho mood swings, my volatile temperament, my brooding tendencies. I have no idea how they could see through all the negative stuff and know I ain't half bad. For that I am forever grateful.

Working life's tougher. It is rare for colleagues to turn into friends. And in the rare cases that they do, it is hard to maintain that friendship. People come and go. Today's their first day in the office and before you know it they've tendered their resignation. They promise to keep in touch, and made efforts to do so initially but understandably, as life gets in the way the effort wanes.

At least I do have genuine friends. There are people out there who can't claim the same.

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