It’s full on Summer here in Perth and with hot weather usually comes sweatiness. Luckily I’m not a heavy sweater, so I’m usually quite okay, but recently I’ve been changing clothes around the clock because I’ve been sweating like crazy. I’m not sure what it is, maybe I’m getting old and weak?!
So yeah, Lindy Hop. It wasn’t on my bucket list for 2018, but since I decided to be bolder this year, I took on the challenge.
A friend of mine suggested it and because he was sooo convincing, I ended up dragging my body to Swing class. I was actually surprised by the number of attendees. We were about 20 people all together, I was thinking only 5 people would show up (hah, guess I was wrong).
First of all, a Happy New Year to you all and may you have a terrific year ahead, full of love and laughter!
I’ve spent my New Year’s Eve as quiet as you can imagine. I got home from work at 5, took a shower, sent out all my New Year’s wishes and went straight to bed. Then fireworks woke me up at midnight. I went to the balcony to watch it and called my family, then went back to sleep. I woke up at 7am today to get ready for work. I guess this will be the majority of 2018 for me: sleep and work.
The truth is, even though we’re 2 days away from that time of the year, I’m still not in a Christmassy mood. Christmas to me is: snow, fireplace, dinner with family and hot chocolate.
Sooo, I’ve been going to the gym for a little while now and the only 3 machines I really use are the treadmill, rowing machine and the leg press.
This means that pretty much 90% of the other equipment is unknown territory to me and although I would like to venture into this other world, I’m scared Continue reading
Look who we have here. Back from the dead it seems.
As you probably have noticed, I’ve been MIA (Missing In Action). Or what I’d like to call: a hiatus. It just sounds nicer. So you must be wondering what I’ve been up to? And why I haven’t been doodling?
(Sorry for being away for too long and not updating the blog, but all should be back to normal as of now.)
When I first wrote about moving out of my old place, I was kinda jokingly saying I might have to carry the sofa down 7 floors if the lift was not getting fixed soon. Never did I think it really would become the nightmare of my reality.
Here’s the story…