Went to Tiong Bahru for makan last Saturday evening. The new market is vastly different from the old, some say it has lost its old character and charm. but it is definitely bigger, airier, less crowded and drier. carpark lots are still hard to come by, the chwee kuey is still the same, except the stall is smaller and the gigantic steamer has disappeared. couldn't find the old zhu za tang that i so loved when i was still wearing the pleated blue uniform.
3.5 more working days. my mind is on holiday! last evening's kickboxing class totally killed me! i huffed and puffed and threatened to punch my imaginary opponent senseless, but in the end, it was i that suffered, not the air molecules that got knocked around. my body is aching like a 90-year-old who's just completed 100 push-ups. i couldn't sleep last night because of the pain. i had to wake hao-e up to massage my shoulder-blades which were so sore and is still kicking up a ruckus behind me. my gosh! i tis old and feeble.
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