well, we're into the New Years (2008/1429H). and alhmdlh, i've been keeping on to it. in fact, im feeling good about it. so i went again. and again. not one willingly to make it a daily ritual or stick to a purposefully UN-disclosed resolution, but we'll see how. and i keep thinking, well this is good, aint it? new year, new body. new year, new body.

better year, better me.

i dont pay a single cent for enrollment to fresh air, upbeat tempo on the ears and a hella-good work out. (read: D-I-S-C-I-P-L-I-N-E)

im good. we're good.

i keep thinking i can get paranoid about a particular topic of things. like fearing to death about getting the big C (and i dont mean condo, cash, car, blahs) it's just that gramma's got it. and removed (without her knowing, i dare say) now, she's healthier than ever before. i think partly because she doesnt know. indeed, selective ignorance has proven to be bliss.

now mum's womb's cracking up a storm. and we ALL know about the first daughter genetic inheritance. not that that is supposed to make sense or anything. i think. i think i think too much. and then there's abah. and him turning the big five-oh this year. and his pneumonia thorax episode just months back. it's just crazy lah. yana with her flu/diarrhoea/footie episode-s. gawd i miss her so much. and dont you get me started on Mr Hunker Munker and HIS health report. tell me, how possibly to not get paranoid? i gotta stop this, man. there's a limit to insanity; there's Him.

im just nurtured by choice to think positively. full stop.

i want need us, all of us to be healthy when we're all old. gracefully aged against time. and that includes, un/fortunately, you who's reading. so go on. stay healthy please. come on.

if there's anything we can do about our Future, is to work on our Present. and not look back in anger. or worst, regret.
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the babyboo's been up his pretty tush on work. and i dont get to be the Evil Significant Other who's overbearingly Demanding. NO. im on full blast for evening coaching. i gave up on the word tutoring. 'coaching' sounds a tad, classier, dont you agree. say yes. ahhh.. the linguistics. the epistemology.

as i was exchanging words with a certain Secondary One girl, MY GOD. i felt my age maturity creeping up on me like a freaking eight-torso-ed monster ah. I STILL DONT GET THE IDEA OF SCREEEEEECHY CHIPMUNKS TOTALLY SPOILING AN IF-NOT GOOD SONG. i swear it's true. and from the Unsurprising look of her Disinterest in my playlist is certainly telling. i dont care. i like my Natalie Imbruglia, Oasis and Rod Stewart, CAN. HAHAHA.

my God, it's a gorgeous sunny day, today. exploit it. wear your shades out!