Thursday, December 03, 2009

Still full some 10 hours after the binge at Crystal Jade last night. I don't think I want to touch another xiao long bao for another couple of weeks!!

This week has been pretty good, exercising and releasing endorphins - thanks to all the ladies who sweated it out alongside. :) Have been relacking one corner in hall for almost two weeks now. I said I would start thinking about the essay some time this week, but haha, that looks highly impossible!! Hm, maybe I'll get to it after Christmas?

I really am enjoying this period - a student holidaying after a semester of hard work and grueling schedule of exams. I remember a senior telling me that work life feels like having an exam everyday, but I guess it's how one looks at it. I think if I were to feel like I had a final paper everyday for the next 30 years of my working life, I would... I think I would just retire early.

Heh, actually, I think about my retirement a lot, which is pretty ridiculous, given that I haven't even started working!?! But yeah, I think I'm looking forward to the golden years.

Hopefully I'll still be healthy and mobile, able to go on adventures in strange lands, able to give to others, able to indulge in silly romantic things, able to climb mountains, able to play with my grandchildren, able to look up girlfriends whom I've known for decades and yabber away, able to roam the market for things to cook for my family and friends, able to serve others, able to sit crossed legged on the patio with an old man and practice taiqi together, able to stretch and touch my toes, able to eat from the ground what I've grown with my own hands, able to vote for the next government - doesn't matter if his surname is Lee as well, as long as he's a good leader, able to marvel at the sunrise, which I think I'll catch pretty often cos I hear old people don't sleep much, able to laugh at myself, able to chuckle at jokes and even bust one out myself, able to think about my life, smile and be thankful, able to read and ruminate about things the long dead have to say, able to write about tomorrow, able to sing and dance with the security of being above seventy, able to be called home at the end of all this and have Him say "well done".