Late

I was late. When I opened my eyes this morning it was 8.40am. I freaked out. First because I have missed my favourite routine of walking about in the neighbourhood secondly I have an appointment at 9am. I scrambled off bed, into bath, into no-need-to-iron-clothes, gulped water (so as not to be dehydrated later) and off hopping like a Mad Hatter minus the pocket watch. Met my appointment and the rest of the day was as rushed as always. Then, I realised that my so-called sedentary life was actually a blinding rat race without a finishing line. good thing that I wlked, it slowed things down. At least I have time for myself.

I talked to Khairyn today. She's as bubbly as always. Kinda missed her company, when she was my colleague (now transfered to the Headquarters in Kuala Lumpur) we used to plan all sorts of activities mostly involving food. She was the one who introduced me to blogging and I find it quite useful as a journal. Thanx Khairyn.

And also Nisa advised me to join the aerobics dancing classes. Once, maybe five years ago I thought of enrolling into a tap dance class. Now why does Richard Gere tripping over poles comes to mind?

Tomorrow: Must walk.