after a week of wallowing in self-pity, i've finally gotten off my arse this morning and took a nice long walk around the neighbourhood. trying to smell the flowers i guess. there was this private garden that was open to the public today and i walked in out of curiosity. nicely manicured lawn with a beautiful moon-gate filled with creepers. there was a little sign that read something like "you are closest to God when you walk in a garden". 'true' i thought to myself, cos who could have created such beautiful things right?
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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