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O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!


Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com

I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.


Sunday, March 18
You know how people claim their muscles 'protest'? And how muscles too can 'scream with agony'? I've finally understood that personified claim.

In a fervent, half-baked attempt to lose a miniscule portion of body fat, Dippy and I went jogging on Friday night, from his place to Bedok Jetty. Oh, AGONY. The first stitch came before I even reached the underpass - and that's approximately 200m from Dippy's doorstep. And then I piled everything and more back on with dinner AND supper.

Aches and pains aside, deadlines are blooming and looming. I'm so hopelessly incompetent when it comes to techy computer knowledge. I'm flapping because I cannot open the YMCA Annual Report to do a copy-check and it's due on Monday! [*edit: Alvan saved the day!]

Back to work.


12:32:00 am


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