No one can be that shallow! Can they?

On my way to to boil some dumplings for dinner

There are too many problems in the world.

And in particular, my little problem. During my after-work evening classes, I have a tendency to fall asleep mid-sentence and always around the 7 PM mark. I hypothesised that this was usually my dinner time and my lack of oral movement put me in a drowsy state. So I consulted a personal trainer and he confirmed that people’s energy levels are usually low at this time of the day and especially low for me considering my day, which usually comprises of a morning work out and an early lunch followed by no other nutritional intake besides soy lattes. This left my energy levels low, and in particular, my blood sugar levels drastically depleted and hence, my body’s attempt at conserving energy resulting in my class napping. It is a serious problem and quite an embarrassing one too; that is why I always sit at the back of the room and behind this rather large guy which obscures my snoozing from the lecturer.

To counter the problem, I always buy some snacks to take with me to class, usually a coffee or a lolly and in particular, a Mars bar. This alleviated the problem but earlier this week, I was confronted with a nasty issue: the confectionary was at the subject of a blackmailing campaign involving poison. Frankly, I don’t need this problem.

And frankly, I don’t need bombs in the tube tunnels in London either. After visiting London, it saddens me to realise that people are so callous as to attack the very thing that Londoners despise – the Tube system. And believe me, I hated the Tube. They extremely small capable of inducing claustrophobia in the agoraphobic, crowded beyond comprehension and there is always someone that smells in the un-air-conditioned carriage. The stations itself are small, full or dark tunnels with interchanges involving constant stair climbing and 15 minute power walks to the other line. On top of that, there is constant crowd wherever you go and the elitist form of conspicuous consumption in daily life. But there is a certain allure about London – a constant atmosphere of cosmopolitan yet elegant vitality with reserved restraint. It was displayed on the day of the bombing and in sharp contrast to the more emotional New Yorkers. I love London and all of its problems.

And frankly, there are too many problems in the world.

posted by tykang @ 7/09/2005 11:40:00 PM