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Fuck, what a day. I am working 8 to 5 on Tuesdays and Thursdays as I have Kung Fu class at 5h30 so need to leave earlier. So, having got in at about 7h45 this morning, by 11 or so it felt like I’d been there all bloody day already.

Then I raided the work music collection and found a whole lot of songs that I really love, but bring up some pretty powerful emotions and memories… these songs being Faith Hill – Breath, Matchbox 20 – Push and Wyclef – Wish You Were Here. Sheesh, talking about a rush of weird fuzzy feelings and goosebumps, not altogether terrible, but brought a lump to my throat anyway.

“If you’ve got an ass, I’ll kick it!”

Anyway, so after spending the day in a bit of a daze, I headed off for my first Kung Fu lesson. The style I’m doing is Shaolin, which is the basis of all Kung Fu styles. After a year and a half of Muaythai, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but it was very cool indeed. Not as high charged and aggro as Muaythai, and in some ways I do miss my gloves, but I’m going to be carrying with a Saturday Muaythai class, so will get to be violent once a week at least. With Shaolin, it’s pretty intense on the muscles, and you sweat like hell, but it’s also a lot more movements to get used to, and of course I felt like a total retard as it was my first class. Nothing like being a little fish in a big pond after a year or so of owning senior class! It was great though, there was even a cute boy in the class, which is always a bonus.

Now I’m feeling a bit tired, ok a lot tired, and my muscles don’t seem to stiff… but I’ll wait til tomorrow morning to see about that, I think I’ll feel it soon enough. I haven’t had chocolate in so long I can’t remember, and you know what, maybe I’ll just see how long I can last – if I quit that, then my only vices will be wine and ink, not bad!

P.S. Unless my utter addiction to America’s Next Top Model counts as a vice, it’s on tonight at 9 on etv people – and it’s got Madiba in it this episode, so you might want to give it a watch, bound to be classic.