It was a wonderfully warm weekend, so warm that I was in shorts and flip-flops all Saturday. We went shopping for sseafood and even made it to the farmers' market at Bull's Head for some fresh veggies. All that just for the hotpot dinner at James' that evening. Admittedly, it wasn't the best weather for hotpot, more like barbeque weather if anyone asked for my opinion, but it was still very pleasant to be out and about, with no rain or howling winds for once. It's been a long time, good weather. i wish you'd stay like this for some time and not slip into the vicious bitch of summer so soon, scorching us silly and making me puke sunshine.
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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