I am now of the opinion that destitution is a highly effective motivational tool. An invisible force that eradicates sheer laziness and drives you to do things you wouldn’t normally do.

Case in point:

Last Friday after work, I took a jeep. Then the MRT. Then a 15 minute walk to the LRT station and then a trike to complete the final leg of a tedious commute home. The ordeal took almost two hours, travel time that would otherwise be sliced to a mere 20 minutes had I hailed a cab right outside my office building.

The second I got home, I cooked. (Wait…What’s that sound? Is that the collective noise of apocalyptic naysayers shifting nervously in their seats? She’s in the kitchen!! The end is nigh!!)

Gingerly, I ingested my hard knock meal. Then I washed the dishes that were piled up on the kitchen sink. After that, I got rigged to go out and run some errands. When I got home, I tidied up the apartment. I started speculating over whether doing the laundry is still feasible. I took a rain check. My joints were beginning to give way to gravity.

After 9 hours of rigmarole in the office, chores and a pathetic financial state, the one consolation I have left lies in the fact that I am free to collapse on the couch and take a well-earned breather.

What do I find?

Lazy Fat Cat

Explain to me how this is fair.