old skin's come off...

and no, I'm not talking about my blogskin. (Speaking of which, the new skin's pretty cool, ain't it? At least I think so *megawatt smile*)

I am peeling. Like an onion.

Or a snake.

sSssSsssSSsss.....

It's all thanks to couple of hours under the sun last Thursday on the little island south of mainland Singapore, playing whack-the-ball-around-till-your-arms-bruise-whilst-ingesting-sand-and-running-around-looking-like-ants-on-a-hot-pan (more commonly known as volleyball).

But it was really fun. Makes me wanna play netball/capt's ball again, even if I risk scorching my lungs.

Days have passed and the skin's coming off.

Hmmm, do I sense some double meaning there?

Nahhhhhhh......