I know I have not been here for a really long time. Everytime I reach home, I do not really wish to log on to the internet or surf. Sometimes, I just feel "I have enough of this at work... I want to just read a book, go for a run..." that kinda feeling when I reach home.

Today I woke up thinking that something wasn't quite right. I was supposed to go to CGH for the knee appt, but then, there was a gnawing at the back of my mind. I checked and realised I had gotten the date wrong. I was supposed to be there yesterday. My watch was one day slow!! Well, I called up CGH and yup, they kindly changed my missed appointment to tomorrow.

Anyway, thank God for one more day of recovery from VERY SORE MUSCLES. Yanyan, if you read this, well, Calista, Kelvin, Steve and I went blading n running on Sunday, and they bladed for 16 km!! I woke up yesterday so sore so sore so sore...

Acutally I am just rambling. Before I set my heart out to write this post, I had actually written another entry, but that's my private entry, not available online. :) I am gonna share some of my thoughts though.

I am now reading this book and its title is "The Language of Goodbye".

Actually I was not extremely fascinated when I first picked up this book, but its opening chapter relates a story of a teacher. Call it job hazard... I was instantly interested to find out what happened. Anyway, as I read on, many times, I stopped and wondered why I wanna read such a sad book.

This book explores the intricacies of human relationships and what love meant to the various characters in the book. Well, at some point, I really felt that this is such a sad sad sad sad book. The teacher in the book teaches the English language to some foreign speakers and well, talked about how grief should be written in the past tenses, but yet, when she read her students' work, grief was always presented in the present tense.

Anyway, as an EL teacher, I really felt something... about the beauty of the language.

And the story went on and on. It is hard to keep reading because the pages are sorrowful, filled with pain, resentment, insecurity and anger...

The melancholic part of me took over and hence, I am writing this post I guess. I wouldn't want my life to be dictated by negative emotions like what I had written above.

1 Cor 13:4-7
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Well, the weather now seems good. It's evening time. My mum just made a strange drink but it's nice! She learnt it from Billy, the radio personality. Seasame with soya bean drink. It's really very nice and she made 2 glasses for me cos I like it. :) Thank God for such a wonderful mum!

Should I go for a run now??