Time flies when you're cutting grass.

I think I should start training again; it gives me more incentive to do gardening. By summer, I'll be able to take off my top and let the blazing sun bake my body till it is golden brown. Together with the heat casting a layer of glazing sweat over me, it could send wondering eyes over as I cut the grass. Bleagh.. Who am I kidding? The garden is in the backyard, no desperate housewives are going to see me from there. Television can be such an influence.

Anyhow, gardening is one tiring job. We don't have a lawn mower here so I had to use a pair of shears instead. I'm contemplating getting my aunt a lawn mower for her birthday or something - Saves me a lot of hassle.

The entire time engaged with cutting grass, I got reminded of detention in my junior college, and confinement in national service - Those were the days. Before I knew it, I was done with the garden. I guess some good came out of it, albeit a backache.