last weekend marked the official passing of Mr. Kwon-the-single (a.k.a. the hunk with a slight lisp). he is now Mr. Kwon-the-married, an "untouchable" now. argh. wail. weep. sob. hope his whirlwind romance and marriage withstands the test of time. (i shall try to refrain from wishing that he'll be back on the market anytime soon...)
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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