Saturday, August 08, 2009
Graduated - I wish I haven't
So, I have finally completed my Intensive Yoga Teacher Training Course (in Ashtanga Vinyasa). This essentially means that I do not have to wake up at 5am every morning to go to class and sweat like a pig until my fingers wrinkle in my own sweat. Also, I no longer have to do a hundred push-ups (as part of my warm up) every other day, nor do I have to endure the strains in EVERY muscle EVERYDAY as a result of the intense practice.
But, believe it or not, I am not at all happy that all the above finally come to a halt. I miss waking up early, walking every street, every walkway, crossing every road with only a few lone vehicles in sight. The smell of the morning air is amazingly fresh. The roads are exceptionally lovely when they're close to empty - no pollution of any sort can be associated with them - stunning.
As I walk down Haji Lane in the weak morning light, I can hear pigeons cooing from the rooftops - the only sound I can hear, other than the shuffling of my own feet. I realize suddenly that Singapore is beautiful, really, just that most of us wake up and get out of the house too late to catch it at its prettiest moment.
And the heart and mind feels super good too - I mean come on, I'm making my way to learn and perfect all the fun stunts that I love so dearly. And also the thought of working out in an enclosed environment, with mates that share the same passion, where our energies combine to heat the room till it's very very hot... one word, shiok. Even the cats around the area can feel our energies and come charging into the studio when we start our training. Animals are especially sensitive to invisible stuff like that.
Also, I miss the sounds of laughter, the loud "thud" of people falling from inverted postures, the sound of butt or thighs or feet slamming against the wall as people attempt to jump into inversions, the shouting of Master Paluu as he urged us to push ourselves further, the bellowing of breathes from breathless people...
Shit. I really miss my training days. Now I only hope that Master Kamal will come soon so I can start a new round of training again.
And I hope Master Kamal can teach me the art of flying into Chaturunga from Kakasana/Bakasana.
OM. OM. OM.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
2:30 AM
Friday, July 24, 2009
Convocation 2009
I'm glad it turned out quite well. It'd better. Because I gave up 2 things (and boy they are GRAND GRAND things) for this event.
One - I was supposed to go see Torres at the Liverpool fan meeting, but I'm forced to attend the convo.
Two - If Torres wasn't here, I'm supposed to be in my yoga class until 2pm, which means I could've spent another 4 hours with my very very hot German classmate in class. And what's more, he was supposed to give a 1 hour mock lesson to the rest of us yesterday, meaning I had a very good reason to look at him for 1 full hour without feeling guilty for being distracted in class!
Gosh.
But well, convocation was fine, except the waiting, the gown, the hat and the heat. Photo taking was fun. The best photo was the one I took with everyone involved in my FYP, and I do mean everyone. My FYP mates, Marko and even Putnam (his book lah, not him)! My parents were nice enough to tahan my nonsense photo-taking with friends, my sis was EXCITED to see ANIMAL & FRIEND life. Anyway I really wana thank her for the Cookie Monster, I love absurd looking toys. They're better than flowers (flowers are slimy).
Well, so that's officially the end of my school life, although I'm technically still "schooling" at the yoga school now.
Still, I have no desire to find a stable 9-5 job at all. I don't care if people think it doesn't make sense, but I'm really working towards being a full-time yoga instructor, and I will become one. But sure, people have dreams and I certainly have more than one. I will become a yoga guru (soon, I hope), and I will become a stock market guru (someday).
SGX & DBS, please go down again so I can repurchase. ARGGHH.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
4:27 PM
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
On Being Zen
Just caught up with a friend and got updated on how other friends have been doing. It makes me sad to hear about their progress. Or should I even call that progress?
Sure, they are doing mighty fine. We have a dean's lister, a doctor in training who's doing great in his studies, a genius in NYU etc. But they are screwing themselves up in relationship matters. Going after a girl who's a friend's girlfriend, purely for the sake of snatching her away from him; flying to Europe to chase a girl, and after being rejected, sinks into some form of depression; breaking up and going back to the same girl over and over again...
I cannot understand why these smart people end up doing foolish things like this. It seems difficult for people to be kind to themselves.
I am stupid and I don't have big ambitions. I am not in a relationship and I am very happy. Most importantly, I appreciate myself and am kind to myself.
I am only 23 and I'm already so zen. And I feel great about it.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
4:14 AM
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Direction-less
Okay I don't know what to do now. Should I find a full-time, perm job and start work in June, or should I get a part-time/temp job for the time being.
Here's the problem. I want to get the yoga instructor certificate BADLY. But I have no idea when exactly will the course I want to sign up for commence. I only know it's gonna be this year, but this year can mean a month from now, or 7 months later. So am I supposed to get a real job and then quit in a month or a few months' time? Or should I just get a part-time/temp job (like waitressing or whatever) so that I don't have to write "Because I want to do yoga" under "Reasons for leaving previous job" when I fill in my job application in the months to come. Neither do I want to confess to my new boss that I left my first job in less than half a year because I am afraid it will reflect badly on me.
But but... It seems inappropriate to not have a full-time, perm job after graduation!!!
Shucksssss. Someone please tell me what to do.
My career plan = Work for a few years to gain exposure/experience & bridging social capital --> Teach yoga & figure out how to establish a cult.
So... Should I be a waitress or some research analyst in some research or whatever firm.
Anyway, I look ultra strange in office wear. Arghh. What is WRONNGGG with me.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
3:15 AM
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Don't Marry A Rich, Ugly, Middle-aged Man
My mom's friend's daughter - okay, let's call her W - is such a joker.
She's married to this rich, ugly guy who's several years her senior. I mean, it's perfectly fine to marry older men. It's also perfectly fine to marry a rich man. I wouldn't think it's fine to marry an ugly man but okay I well... I would acknowledge that there are people who think appearance doesn't matter (that much).
The thing that bugged me a lot when I heard of her marriage was that she actually like another guy and was waiting for him to chase her, but when he didn't, she gave up and went with the guy who's now her husband.
Okay so what's wrong with that?
One - Why would you WAIT for a person to chase you? I mean... how can "a person chasing you" be something within your expectation? Answer - She thinks she is darn pretty and that the world will gian her forever and ever AND MIND YOU I am not exaggerating here. When he didn't eventually woo her, she told her mom that she thinks that's because he was afraid to do so because he felt that he wasn't good enough for her.
When news about this reached me, I almost died of terror. What kind of alien landed on our planet - Why would, and how would anyone come up with such a conclusion??? And I wonder how much confidence one must have to even mention this to someone else.
Then, because of the "inferiority complex" of the projected bf, she eventually got together with the ugly man and very quickly, got married. Now they have a kid.
Tragically, but half-expectedly, her baby girl is not pretty. And she is quite extremely pissed and depressed about it. My mom's friend called my mom to tell her about how it's sad that her daughter somewhat "hiam" her own kid because she looked like her dad instead of herself.
I felt like slapping that woman when I heard that. First, I really wish she would stop thinking that she is bloody pretty. I mean anyone who's so obsessed with herself should just die larh. Next, I am super sickened that she's so concerned about appearance and yet brought herself to marry an ugly man. Seriously lor, if she thinks appearance doesn't matter, she wouldn't hiam her own kid. And if she hiams her own kid, it means she hiams her husband's fugliness... which also means the main reason for the marriage is $ lor. I mean by eliminating alternative explanations, that is the conclusion that I arrived at lah, I'm not saying that it's 100% true, it's just something that is PROBABLY true.
Finally, I am disgusted by her stupidity. If you marry and ugly man, of course there is 50% change that your kid is ugly, what. Even with my buang math and buang science, I could figure that out. I cannot understand why she didn't expect her kid to be not pretty. One word - 笨。
Whatever. I know I sound quite mean in this post. I feel sorry for the kid and wish that she'll grow up to be prettier (although I would also like to see her mom feeling sad for having an unpretty kid... argghhh...), but still, I thought there's some sort of justice in this whole thing... A punishment for that woman for overrating her own charms and for marrying a bag of gold.
I mean, what to marry for the sake of money also marry some rich dying old man what. At least you can inherit the wealth quickly and find 10 hot, young boyfriends after his death. Really lor... 笨！
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
2:31 AM
Friday, March 27, 2009
Post-FYP:
FYP is finally over. Surprisingly, I didn't experience any intense emotion with the submission of our FYP. I thought I'd be either super happy that it's over, or super depressed that I won't get to work on it anymore. There wasn't a mad rush to finish our report either, which was also rather unexpected, given that we've been labeled "the most unmotivated group" ever, and that we "haven't been doing anything much for months" last semester. But hey, we finished everything on time.
FYP aside, I am super excited about the silly movies that are already out, or are going to be out soon!!! I mean... Watchmen (okay I watched this it wasn't all that impressive, 300 was better IMO), XMen Origins, Dragonball Evolution etc. My childhood favorites!!! I remember keeping a small collection of Dragonball figurines when I was much younger (and a lot more stupid than I am now, which, shockingly, is possible). And my love for XMen is so great that even during the SARS period where everyone hid at home in fear or turning into a sick chicken, I went to watch the movie with my friends lah! It was quite an unforgettable experience. I mean, an empty cinema (save the 5 of us)on a Friday evening? How cool is that.
Fond memories aside, it's scary that I'll have to join the bloody sg workforce in a few months' time. Shit. I don't even know what kind of job suits me. I hate to stay in the office. I hate to sit in front of the computer doing shit things like processing data. I hate to have OL friends who dedicate half their lives to the company, and another half to their husbands, children, mother and father-in-laws etc. I also hate the concept of selling uninspiring products like financial products, insurance, oil...
AHHHH.
I want to go to some medieval towns in Europe now to clear my mind, breathe in some European air to clean my lungs, and look at some (hot) European men (hopefully Spanish or Italian) to give me some inspiration and direction in life.
HAHA.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
9:03 PM
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Recently Made
1) Chocolate Almond Torte
2) Souffle Pancakes with Rhubarb Compote
Both were amazing. The torte was demolished by my mom's coworkers very quickly. I didn't really dare to eat a lot of it though as I know what went into the torte, which, more accurately should be identified as a fudge pretending to be a cake. Terrible. Chocolate, butter, eggs, sugar and almond flour. That's all. And that's scary.
The souffle pancakes were light and delightful on the other hand. Gordon Ramsay is really super amazing. The methods he uses to make classic dishes are beyond my imagination, lah. And I am how glad I found rhubarb when I needed them badly. Am gonna make more of these pancakes, if I have the time.
Mom's birthday is around the corner. And it's a day after FYP submission. Maybe I'll bake something for her. But more likely than not, we'll pig out at some fine dining restaurant for a few days in a row. Happiness.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
5:37 PM
Graduated - I wish I haven't
So, I have finally completed my Intensive Yoga Teacher Training Course (in Ashtanga Vinyasa). This essentially means that I do not have to wake up at 5am every morning to go to class and sweat like a pig until my fingers wrinkle in my own sweat. Also, I no longer have to do a hundred push-ups (as part of my warm up) every other day, nor do I have to endure the strains in EVERY muscle EVERYDAY as a result of the intense practice.
But, believe it or not, I am not at all happy that all the above finally come to a halt. I miss waking up early, walking every street, every walkway, crossing every road with only a few lone vehicles in sight. The smell of the morning air is amazingly fresh. The roads are exceptionally lovely when they're close to empty - no pollution of any sort can be associated with them - stunning.
As I walk down Haji Lane in the weak morning light, I can hear pigeons cooing from the rooftops - the only sound I can hear, other than the shuffling of my own feet. I realize suddenly that Singapore is beautiful, really, just that most of us wake up and get out of the house too late to catch it at its prettiest moment.
And the heart and mind feels super good too - I mean come on, I'm making my way to learn and perfect all the fun stunts that I love so dearly. And also the thought of working out in an enclosed environment, with mates that share the same passion, where our energies combine to heat the room till it's very very hot... one word, shiok. Even the cats around the area can feel our energies and come charging into the studio when we start our training. Animals are especially sensitive to invisible stuff like that.
Also, I miss the sounds of laughter, the loud "thud" of people falling from inverted postures, the sound of butt or thighs or feet slamming against the wall as people attempt to jump into inversions, the shouting of Master Paluu as he urged us to push ourselves further, the bellowing of breathes from breathless people...
Shit. I really miss my training days. Now I only hope that Master Kamal will come soon so I can start a new round of training again.
And I hope Master Kamal can teach me the art of flying into Chaturunga from Kakasana/Bakasana.
OM. OM. OM.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
2:30 AM
Friday, July 24, 2009
Convocation 2009
I'm glad it turned out quite well. It'd better. Because I gave up 2 things (and boy they are GRAND GRAND things) for this event.
One - I was supposed to go see Torres at the Liverpool fan meeting, but I'm forced to attend the convo.
Two - If Torres wasn't here, I'm supposed to be in my yoga class until 2pm, which means I could've spent another 4 hours with my very very hot German classmate in class. And what's more, he was supposed to give a 1 hour mock lesson to the rest of us yesterday, meaning I had a very good reason to look at him for 1 full hour without feeling guilty for being distracted in class!
Gosh.
But well, convocation was fine, except the waiting, the gown, the hat and the heat. Photo taking was fun. The best photo was the one I took with everyone involved in my FYP, and I do mean everyone. My FYP mates, Marko and even Putnam (his book lah, not him)! My parents were nice enough to tahan my nonsense photo-taking with friends, my sis was EXCITED to see ANIMAL & FRIEND life. Anyway I really wana thank her for the Cookie Monster, I love absurd looking toys. They're better than flowers (flowers are slimy).
Well, so that's officially the end of my school life, although I'm technically still "schooling" at the yoga school now.
Still, I have no desire to find a stable 9-5 job at all. I don't care if people think it doesn't make sense, but I'm really working towards being a full-time yoga instructor, and I will become one. But sure, people have dreams and I certainly have more than one. I will become a yoga guru (soon, I hope), and I will become a stock market guru (someday).
SGX & DBS, please go down again so I can repurchase. ARGGHH.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
4:27 PM
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
On Being Zen
Just caught up with a friend and got updated on how other friends have been doing. It makes me sad to hear about their progress. Or should I even call that progress?
Sure, they are doing mighty fine. We have a dean's lister, a doctor in training who's doing great in his studies, a genius in NYU etc. But they are screwing themselves up in relationship matters. Going after a girl who's a friend's girlfriend, purely for the sake of snatching her away from him; flying to Europe to chase a girl, and after being rejected, sinks into some form of depression; breaking up and going back to the same girl over and over again...
I cannot understand why these smart people end up doing foolish things like this. It seems difficult for people to be kind to themselves.
I am stupid and I don't have big ambitions. I am not in a relationship and I am very happy. Most importantly, I appreciate myself and am kind to myself.
I am only 23 and I'm already so zen. And I feel great about it.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
4:14 AM
Sunday, May 03, 2009
Direction-less
Okay I don't know what to do now. Should I find a full-time, perm job and start work in June, or should I get a part-time/temp job for the time being.
Here's the problem. I want to get the yoga instructor certificate BADLY. But I have no idea when exactly will the course I want to sign up for commence. I only know it's gonna be this year, but this year can mean a month from now, or 7 months later. So am I supposed to get a real job and then quit in a month or a few months' time? Or should I just get a part-time/temp job (like waitressing or whatever) so that I don't have to write "Because I want to do yoga" under "Reasons for leaving previous job" when I fill in my job application in the months to come. Neither do I want to confess to my new boss that I left my first job in less than half a year because I am afraid it will reflect badly on me.
But but... It seems inappropriate to not have a full-time, perm job after graduation!!!
Shucksssss. Someone please tell me what to do.
My career plan = Work for a few years to gain exposure/experience & bridging social capital --> Teach yoga & figure out how to establish a cult.
So... Should I be a waitress or some research analyst in some research or whatever firm.
Anyway, I look ultra strange in office wear. Arghh. What is WRONNGGG with me.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
3:15 AM
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Don't Marry A Rich, Ugly, Middle-aged Man
My mom's friend's daughter - okay, let's call her W - is such a joker.
She's married to this rich, ugly guy who's several years her senior. I mean, it's perfectly fine to marry older men. It's also perfectly fine to marry a rich man. I wouldn't think it's fine to marry an ugly man but okay I well... I would acknowledge that there are people who think appearance doesn't matter (that much).
The thing that bugged me a lot when I heard of her marriage was that she actually like another guy and was waiting for him to chase her, but when he didn't, she gave up and went with the guy who's now her husband.
Okay so what's wrong with that?
One - Why would you WAIT for a person to chase you? I mean... how can "a person chasing you" be something within your expectation? Answer - She thinks she is darn pretty and that the world will gian her forever and ever AND MIND YOU I am not exaggerating here. When he didn't eventually woo her, she told her mom that she thinks that's because he was afraid to do so because he felt that he wasn't good enough for her.
When news about this reached me, I almost died of terror. What kind of alien landed on our planet - Why would, and how would anyone come up with such a conclusion??? And I wonder how much confidence one must have to even mention this to someone else.
Then, because of the "inferiority complex" of the projected bf, she eventually got together with the ugly man and very quickly, got married. Now they have a kid.
Tragically, but half-expectedly, her baby girl is not pretty. And she is quite extremely pissed and depressed about it. My mom's friend called my mom to tell her about how it's sad that her daughter somewhat "hiam" her own kid because she looked like her dad instead of herself.
I felt like slapping that woman when I heard that. First, I really wish she would stop thinking that she is bloody pretty. I mean anyone who's so obsessed with herself should just die larh. Next, I am super sickened that she's so concerned about appearance and yet brought herself to marry an ugly man. Seriously lor, if she thinks appearance doesn't matter, she wouldn't hiam her own kid. And if she hiams her own kid, it means she hiams her husband's fugliness... which also means the main reason for the marriage is $ lor. I mean by eliminating alternative explanations, that is the conclusion that I arrived at lah, I'm not saying that it's 100% true, it's just something that is PROBABLY true.
Finally, I am disgusted by her stupidity. If you marry and ugly man, of course there is 50% change that your kid is ugly, what. Even with my buang math and buang science, I could figure that out. I cannot understand why she didn't expect her kid to be not pretty. One word - 笨。
Whatever. I know I sound quite mean in this post. I feel sorry for the kid and wish that she'll grow up to be prettier (although I would also like to see her mom feeling sad for having an unpretty kid... argghhh...), but still, I thought there's some sort of justice in this whole thing... A punishment for that woman for overrating her own charms and for marrying a bag of gold.
I mean, what to marry for the sake of money also marry some rich dying old man what. At least you can inherit the wealth quickly and find 10 hot, young boyfriends after his death. Really lor... 笨！
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
2:31 AM
Friday, March 27, 2009
Post-FYP:
FYP is finally over. Surprisingly, I didn't experience any intense emotion with the submission of our FYP. I thought I'd be either super happy that it's over, or super depressed that I won't get to work on it anymore. There wasn't a mad rush to finish our report either, which was also rather unexpected, given that we've been labeled "the most unmotivated group" ever, and that we "haven't been doing anything much for months" last semester. But hey, we finished everything on time.
FYP aside, I am super excited about the silly movies that are already out, or are going to be out soon!!! I mean... Watchmen (okay I watched this it wasn't all that impressive, 300 was better IMO), XMen Origins, Dragonball Evolution etc. My childhood favorites!!! I remember keeping a small collection of Dragonball figurines when I was much younger (and a lot more stupid than I am now, which, shockingly, is possible). And my love for XMen is so great that even during the SARS period where everyone hid at home in fear or turning into a sick chicken, I went to watch the movie with my friends lah! It was quite an unforgettable experience. I mean, an empty cinema (save the 5 of us)on a Friday evening? How cool is that.
Fond memories aside, it's scary that I'll have to join the bloody sg workforce in a few months' time. Shit. I don't even know what kind of job suits me. I hate to stay in the office. I hate to sit in front of the computer doing shit things like processing data. I hate to have OL friends who dedicate half their lives to the company, and another half to their husbands, children, mother and father-in-laws etc. I also hate the concept of selling uninspiring products like financial products, insurance, oil...
AHHHH.
I want to go to some medieval towns in Europe now to clear my mind, breathe in some European air to clean my lungs, and look at some (hot) European men (hopefully Spanish or Italian) to give me some inspiration and direction in life.
HAHA.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
9:03 PM
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Recently Made
1) Chocolate Almond Torte
2) Souffle Pancakes with Rhubarb Compote
Both were amazing. The torte was demolished by my mom's coworkers very quickly. I didn't really dare to eat a lot of it though as I know what went into the torte, which, more accurately should be identified as a fudge pretending to be a cake. Terrible. Chocolate, butter, eggs, sugar and almond flour. That's all. And that's scary.
The souffle pancakes were light and delightful on the other hand. Gordon Ramsay is really super amazing. The methods he uses to make classic dishes are beyond my imagination, lah. And I am how glad I found rhubarb when I needed them badly. Am gonna make more of these pancakes, if I have the time.
Mom's birthday is around the corner. And it's a day after FYP submission. Maybe I'll bake something for her. But more likely than not, we'll pig out at some fine dining restaurant for a few days in a row. Happiness.
unclaimedpropertyofthecounts
5:37 PM