the way i am

excuse the blog vacation, but the weather here at the moment is glorious and i'm taking the time to soak in all the warmth i could, to thaw my cold frigid body from the long winter. i'm a tropical girl and i miss the sun.

yesterday, i started my marathon training too (credits due to my husband's coercion). i walked with kj on his way to work, which was about 2 Km away. it usually takes around 20 minutes to cycle there, but with brisk walking, you'll get there in 45 minutes fine. brisk walking is when you have short legs and you have to keep up with the long ones beside you, intent to get to work on time. on my way back, i jogged every 50 meters or so and my legs felt so old. this morning was much better, and we saw a beautiful sunrise to boot.

i was feeling so good that i learned myself the song, the way i am by ingrid michealson. soon as kj arrived home yesterday, i made him a cup of tea, served him a slice of his favorite apple pie, and asked him to settle down nicely on the couch while i scanned my playlist for my new song. as the intro played, i kicked off the fluffy bedroom slippers i was wearing, ruffled my hair a bit and grabbed a pen for a microphone. my husband can only watch in awe, like he's seeing me for the first time. or perhaps he was thinking why i like wearing his oversized shirt for a dress?

in my sultriest voice (as i swayed to the best my two left feet could muster), i sang:

If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.

Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.

Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

when i was done, kj was clapping his hands while shouting applause! he looked genuinely pleased, really. or amused. whatever. what was lacking in the quality of my performance, i made up for him with a thousand kisses. that should have sufficed.

to be honest though, i felt a sense of freedom after my show. i have never felt that ridiculous too ever in my life. i have never let go of myself that way before, because i know my singing is worse than a frog's croaking, and my dancing couldn't be any better than a frog's either. now i feel a bit ashamed, but at the back of my mind, i am singing colbie caillat's bubbly. ahem, we'll see.

being 30 is dangerous. i'm singing and dancing now. (i was that boring before)

what next?

what was the craziest thing you've ever done?