throw me a rope

a good morning run at east coast park and a sumptuous brunch at carl's junior really make a good morning, so much so that i felt extremely refreshed after that. but the bus ride back home from ecp was really dreadful. my butt felt like it was on a red hot fiery pit. and the on-going sore at the calves area didn't make the journey any easier. but still, i had a great morning. nothing's gonna change that.

now i'm back home. this is the part when the love-hate relationship starts. everywhere seems so comfy and relaxing, and it's making me so nua and unwilling to move. though it's really a good feeling sometimes to just slack and idle at home, i think i ought to move a little more; to hit the gym or have a quick swim to make my day seems more fruitful.

but somehow, whenever i think about that, the nua feeling becomes even stronger...