Weeks have passed and I haven’t written a jot. Not here, nor in my journal. The worst place to be busy is in your head! It’s been the sound of jackhammers in my home from 9am-6pm (yup, the renovation has indeed begun) and right now in my writing room, where I’d expected a little calm and quiet, I hear jackhammers out on the street. I think they’re upgrading telecommunication cables or making provision for faster internet. Which we need. Just not now.
Dear Jatomi Fitness,
Re: Look what you’ve done to me!
I promised myself that I’d write you a letter on the first anniversary of my gym membership. I know most people write letters when they’re unhappy about something but I just wanted to write a note to share about my journey to fitness this past year, which began when my husband and I walked in through your door and bought a membership from a young, fit and good looking guy called Matt. Congratulations on hiring... Read More
I went around the house taking some shots of life as it is. If I were to only post photos, there are quite a few things you’d be able to guess about the people who live here. Interesting that stuff can tell stories about people. Perhaps long after we’re gone, which is probably how we know... Read More
Because I am inspired by words, I am often moved to write something while I am reading. The thing is, it is rare that I’d be reading while I’m sitting at my desk. Or in a place where it would be convenient for me to stop reading and write anything down. Today I was reading the winter issue... Read More
I took off my rings, one of them my wedding ring, and placed them on my lap to apply sunblock to my arms. We were happily chatting in the car then I got off to buy something. Two days before Chinese New Year, crowds everywhere, last minute errands, spirits high and anticipation to have the family... Read More
We came back to the house last Thursday. The plan was to stay at the apartment for a stretch. Two or three weeks. But life happens. One of the dogs got himself hurt and we had to be around to dress his wound. When I was moving things over for the long stay I told Ming and he said. “Enjoy! There... Read More
After working out with a trainer for a good part of the last ten months, I am almost, almost, at the weight I had targeted to reach for Ming’s wedding. Almost two months after the fact, yes, but hey, better late than never, right?Once again, I am singing praises of the fit life. Even though... Read More
Ming asked me to speak at his wedding. At first I said no. Then I said ok. As it turns out I will not be needing to speak up on stage, but as I was dithering, this thought came upon me. It takes a village to raise a child. From the very first day an ever changing landscape of people, doctors... Read More