oct 3

moving house day.

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seriously overwhelmed.
by school, the work and the people surrounding it.

moping.
though there's completely no time for such indulgences.

what your run reveals

went for a 4-km jog with goof a few days back
it was my first real exercise in months, his fourth in two days
the boy's anxious to get back into shape before work starts

well it was terrible for me from the get go
mainly cos we climbed stairs beforehand as warmup
2 sets of 12 storeys later, my legs were already jelly and my breath, ragged.

i was envisioning the 4 1-km laps and knew i couldn't do it.
why can't we just reach the 1.5-km mark and head back like we always do?
i whined silently.

then he said, "you cannot let your body take control of your mind."
or sth to that effect.

what happened was that
i "jogged" at a walking pace and stopped after every km.
he got irritated at my haphazard breathing,
and i got irritated with him
for ordering me to continue despite my breathless pleas to stop

we stopped at 3 km.

well, the point of the story is that he's right.

new

went to check out the new place with dad on sat
the floor's done and so are the windows
they have started work on the toilet and walls too.

just mildly depressed
that housemoving is getting closer to becoming reality.

i don't know if i can get used to it.
relocating so near to my current place
may not be such a good thing afterall
i'd constantly be reminded i used to live there
i can see it first thing when i step out of the door
right outside my bedroom window too

i'd miss the amazing view.
sometimes it feels as though i'm living on the clouds
and its near cockroach-free condition.