Wakeboarding on Saturday morning – my back’s killing me.
Clubbing on Saturday night – my hips are killing me.
Cycling on Pulau Ubin on Sunday – my legs are killing me.
Karaoke screaming on Sunday night – my throat’s killing me.
Saw my best friend Russ off at the airport this morning, after a series of wonderful weekends with him, during which my boyfriend Alec and my entire family did their best to make our time together as lovely as it was because they knew how much this visit meant to Russ and me – my heart’s killing me.
Too much love for one person to bear, and I’ve never figured out what I did to deserve any of it.