Crabs, Crabs and Crabs

Just a very quick update before I go watch England vs Kazakhstan.

It's been a really satisfying week thus far, with all the hardship at work culminating in not one but two crab dinners. I love eating crabs and hanging out with crabs so Fri and Sat has been lovely.

First up - Fri nite. One of my colleagues suddenly had a wacky idea, and soon 15 of us gathered and had a nice dinner at this 'zi char' place opp Punggol Park. The crabs were fantastic. My boss joked that the response is even better than offsite trip. After the dinner, we adjourned for a few drinks, and I left feeling slightly high.

Sat - My 2 classes as usual, not sure if it was the pre-weekend drinks, or the fact that I've officially become a weekend warrior, I was spent by the time I finished conducting both my classes, and had no more energy for Bodyjam.

Came home, went for my weekly fix of foot massage, before rushing my ass down to TPY for our Crabby dinner, which was arranged so damn long ago. We were supposed to have it last Sat, but last min a few of us came down with bad throats (myself included) so we postponed it.

7 of us LM junkies - myself, Lynn, Chris Boy, Vivi, Wei Li, Jean and Eric - had a massive dose of crustaceans before an ice-cream overload at Swensens.

I nearly forgot I had a class to conduct on Sun (tmr), and it was only when WL mentioned that tmr have to 'work' then I remembered.

It is still hard for me to classify conducting classes as work. I love doing it, so why should it be called 'work'? Can I call it a passion, a hobby or an interest?

The enthusiasm still burns within, only that I don't have that much time to devote. At this juncture in my life, perhaps it is better for me to pursue what all 'crabs' crave - security.