just got to know the stories behind several people's lives. there's one particular girl whom many are not exceptionally fond of, for fear that she'll hurt the one who loves her. hearing that story, i can't help but reflect on myself and my life thus far. i'm no saint and i've never claimed to be one. but it's just so easy to sit back and be all self-righteousness, passing cruel judgement on others. for the mistakes i've made and the hurt i'd caused, i hope i'd be given a 2nd chance to make it up to those affected. everyone yearns for a chance to make amends, to make things right. and so i hope that she cherishes this chance she has to prove to everyone that she's true to her word.
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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