A well rounded sunday.
A reluctant gym session of pecs. As I was aching from the really intense longboard 'race' to Bedok Beacon the previous day, my body didn't react well to more torture. Decided to hit the threadmill half an hour later, and managed to jog 5km on 3.0 grad. Silly me wore my adidas sandal-shoe, without socks, of course and earned a blister for that.
Brenden didn't do too well for his mid-year and actually flunked a couple of subjects. Was angry and disappointed, but yet reflected on my role as a father-brother to him; there's surely more that I could do. Resisting the temptation of the conventional parent: to scold and go towards the negative, I tried my best to get to the root of the problem. No more TV for weekdays and a proper study plan was established. And of course. Lots of love, lots of love from me.
Which reminds me of the lyrics from Chicago...
And I love the audience. And the audience loves me
for loving them. And I love them for lving me. And
we jus tlove each other. That's because none of us
got any love in our childhood.
Scary what imprints our childhood could have left on us.