I pulled a muscle - or maybe a whole slew of muscles. It happened early early this morning while taking my Dad's open class at our studio (yes, Rina and Jam, the same studio you took ballet classes in, the same studio Mikah first learnt karate in a gazillion years ago). We were doing developpes at the barre, an exercise for unfolding your leg ( Read more... )

At the moment, our couch is standing on its side, almost touching the ceiling, in the middle of the hall like nobody's business. It's standing there amongst other clutter from our living room - the coffee table, the TV set, piles of pillows. My dad is painting the living room. Well, not right now, but till he's done, the living room furniture ( Read more... )