Just as i was indulging myself in my USD 2.80 can of singapore-made Pokka carrot juice - some divine being must have heard my earnest plea! - and wolfing down my USD 7.75 sushi combo for lunch, we got wind of some possible bad news from home. nope it's not the piggy flu - my eyes have been peeled for new cases in singapore, sq25 is my preferred transit home ok. nope it's not our parents (btw, my dad just had minor surgery on his left eye. he has glaucoma so his eye needed "draining". it's really scary cos as with all eye surgery, you get to watch and listen to the entire process) but someone every bit as dear to us. no confirmed prognosis yet but we're hoping for the best possible outcome - that it is caught early and treatable with the least possible pain. I sincerely believe that if Pokka carrot juice can make it to Bermuda, all things are possible and can be made right. Keeping you in our prayers.
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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