Slumber partying in GentingThis is not a joke. Barely even funny, hardly humorous I tell you.
I.am.in.pain.
Again, not funny.
For once, I am not going to brood over trivial matters such as men or heartbreaks or depressing classes that rob you entirely of your self-esteem (Speech 105). This time, this pain, is for real.
My back muscles ache, my thigh aches, my neck aches and my even my head aches! It feels as though I've been pounded over and over again by a huge mallet. No mercy whatsoever, mind you.
Cause of all this would be yoga! Hahahaha, yes you heard me right.
YO-GA!
Despite much controversy circulating this particular activity a couple of months ago, Michelle and I still have decided to take it up. And hell, it isn't as easy as it sounds. But I like it. It's a lot of fun, plus it's healthy yada yada :)
However, today I just feel really crummy. The nagging pain in my temples does not seem to be subsiding anytime soon and it's primarily the source of my discomfort. I even turned down my favorite Starbucks Banana Choc Chip Muffin :(
But I have a second offer for dim sum in the morning with the parents? Let's see if I wake up early enough for that.
End of week 1. The 12th floor feels so empty with no seniors around anymore. We've gotten to used to them. Or perhaps, too dependent. Either way, we'll miss them. Chun Hean's another one leaving tomorrow! So soon.
To hope is to dream, to dream is to trust, and to trust is too much. A line, in a note that I stumbled upon in my friend's Facebook. Upon reading it, I smiled to myself. Such truth; it resonated in me for so long. A perfectly constructed sentence with reality being woven into it seamlessly.
Perfection to end my flawed entry tonight.
Perfection to end my flawed entry tonight.