Hiya! I think some of you may think i bang on way too much about the weather. But please, it's mid-april, and we got 28 degrees weather yesterday!!! Heyyylooooo!!! Thank god I actually had the sense to move my butt and get out. Actually to be more precise, i didn't really have a choice. The footy was on. Yes, you heard me. My beloved is an ardent fan of AFL rules, and especially his team St Kilda (more affectionately known as the Saints, Sainters said with vigor!). I truly believe his love of the game is greater than the one he has for me. But honestly, if i ran a close second, i'm doing pretty good!!
Anyway, we ventured out around midday for a bit of yum cha, and because it was lunchtime and the most popular time when people crawl out of their drunken state, we were devoid the choice of sitting in the main restaurant and instead had to sit in the next door restaurant, which i knew were only let to them every weekend to supplement the seating spaces. And I was PISSED off!! That meant they needed to drag the carts ladened with hot yummy food 10 metres OUTSIDE the restaurant into Siberia-land (us), and we weren't necessarily going to get the entire selection. Arrggghhhhh!!!
Despite this, we sat down. David had his chicken feet, so he was all pleased and happy sitting at his corner spitting chicken bones into his bowl. Note: two things i need to have at yum cha - "har gau" and "tau fu fah". In the first 5 minutes, a young girl came strolling in with a whole cart of steaming racks. She presented "siew mai" to the next table, and i thought "YES! Maybe this is so bad afterall", because I know that 'siew mai' always came alongside 'har gau'. Anyway, I was looking expectantly at her... and she STROLLED off!!! I mean, SHE STROLLED off! Without looking at me, without offerring me MY 'har gau'!!! I looked at David and mid-spit of chicken bones, i exclaimed to him that I was never coming back to eat her if we had to sit where we sat today!! He did the smart thing and agreed.
The end of this lunch fiasco was that the 'har gau' was finally presented to me when i've already had the chives, seafood, scallop, mixed seafood, scallop/tofu dumplings. Along with 'char siew bao' and various other things. I looked at the girl offering me, heard my stomach protest that it couldn't possibly fit another dumpling, and declined. Story of my life.
Luckily, the Saints went on to beat the Melbourne Demons by 47 points. Now that's payback!
We had a lovely afternoon afterall, and all because 22 boys ran about the field kicking a ball. Will wonders never cease!!!
p/s: The St Kilda Football Club (SKFC) has been tipped likely premiers of 2005. They have not won a premiership since 1966.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
Finally... my first Saturday morning class
I am FINALLY going to make it to my first weekend yoga class tomorrow. My bags are all packed, my runners are out! There is no turning back now.
For all of you who don't know, I have been seriously neglecting this part of my life a fair bit for the past 15 months - there always seems to be excuses: 'I have to study ---'. Well, now that exams are over for a little over 3 weeks, I'm still mustering the strength and the discipline. This has left me pondering - I am just FULL of excuses. Procrastinator, procrastinator, procrastinator! If i was talking to myself, i would have given myself an earful. Meanwhile, the stretch marks on my thighs are getting more visible...but that's another story!
I began yoga when I was first at university (or so I thought). I say this because I went back to KL a few years ago and was flicking through my mum's bookcase and found a book (!!) in black and white, thick white vinyl binding, and lo and behold, it was a yoga book. But not JUST any yoga book, it was a book i THOUGHT was an exercise book back when i was 14 years old. I used to lock myself in my room on days when i had no tuition class and did all these breathing exercises and then proceeded to get into all those weird and wonderful poses that were supposed to open up your 'energy' (NOW i get it!). Mind you, I always flicked the last half of the book, cos there was NO way i could put my legs over my shoulders and smile at the same time. So i did the next best thing - I sat like the Buddha (also known as the Lotus pose).
I really appreciate yoga, not only for it's exercise benefits but the fact that i had spent years running for 30 - 40 minutes on the treadmill (I still do, but I have no pangs of guilt if i don't), doing high intervals of bicep and tricep curls and still never felt I had the body I wanted. Fact is, I still don't, but with yoga I found out how all those girls with fantastic triceps got there. They locked themselves up in their room on the days they had no tuition classes and actually attempted the damn poses of the last half of MY mother's secret yoga book!!!!! If only someone had told me.
My friend Hun Yew calls the flappy bits under my arms the "musjheys", and i used to be secretly horrified. They still wobble these days, but I knew that if i mustered up my strength and discipline and get my arse to yoga 3 times a week, they would wobble no more.
I am NOT that obsessed with my triceps. No, really..... :)
So, did i mention that i am SO glad i'm FINALLY going to yoga class on the weekend? DId i also mention I'm going because my beloved has to go to work, leaving me with a Saturday with nothing to do? Oh well, any sort of motivation will do.
For all of you who don't know, I have been seriously neglecting this part of my life a fair bit for the past 15 months - there always seems to be excuses: 'I have to study ---'. Well, now that exams are over for a little over 3 weeks, I'm still mustering the strength and the discipline. This has left me pondering - I am just FULL of excuses. Procrastinator, procrastinator, procrastinator! If i was talking to myself, i would have given myself an earful. Meanwhile, the stretch marks on my thighs are getting more visible...but that's another story!
I began yoga when I was first at university (or so I thought). I say this because I went back to KL a few years ago and was flicking through my mum's bookcase and found a book (!!) in black and white, thick white vinyl binding, and lo and behold, it was a yoga book. But not JUST any yoga book, it was a book i THOUGHT was an exercise book back when i was 14 years old. I used to lock myself in my room on days when i had no tuition class and did all these breathing exercises and then proceeded to get into all those weird and wonderful poses that were supposed to open up your 'energy' (NOW i get it!). Mind you, I always flicked the last half of the book, cos there was NO way i could put my legs over my shoulders and smile at the same time. So i did the next best thing - I sat like the Buddha (also known as the Lotus pose).
I really appreciate yoga, not only for it's exercise benefits but the fact that i had spent years running for 30 - 40 minutes on the treadmill (I still do, but I have no pangs of guilt if i don't), doing high intervals of bicep and tricep curls and still never felt I had the body I wanted. Fact is, I still don't, but with yoga I found out how all those girls with fantastic triceps got there. They locked themselves up in their room on the days they had no tuition classes and actually attempted the damn poses of the last half of MY mother's secret yoga book!!!!! If only someone had told me.
My friend Hun Yew calls the flappy bits under my arms the "musjheys", and i used to be secretly horrified. They still wobble these days, but I knew that if i mustered up my strength and discipline and get my arse to yoga 3 times a week, they would wobble no more.
I am NOT that obsessed with my triceps. No, really..... :)
So, did i mention that i am SO glad i'm FINALLY going to yoga class on the weekend? DId i also mention I'm going because my beloved has to go to work, leaving me with a Saturday with nothing to do? Oh well, any sort of motivation will do.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
The first time
The first time...
I was in the loo one particular Sunday with the weekend paper's usual lift out magazine. There was a small statistical article (i love those!) stating that something like 91% of internet users have a blog. Well guess what? Make that 91.000000000001%, 'cos my friend Amy's just introduced me to it. And you're reading it.... anyway, well... i'm excited!!! It's pretty cool, i love the idea of coming back 12 months later and reading my sometimes insane, but mostly inert mind these days. Just my kinda therapy - lonely and self-obsessive.
It is a warmish, unusual Wednesday for April. It's usually freezing cold now in Melbourne, but for some reason it's warm warm warm. And we've been having this sort of weather for the last 14 days, with the occasional cold mornings. But it's just strange - i've always had this thing with the weather. I never know what it's gonna be next. Hey, maybe that's why we have the Weather Bureau Statistics.
Okay, so i'm tired. From doing nothing all day. Work is monotonous, and i'm been trying to stretch my last half hour at work by pretending to be really absorbed by what I'm doing (but i'm acutally typing this!). Well, guess what? The boss is never getting this URL!
Success! There's 1 minute till i pack my bags. So i guess this is it for now.
I was in the loo one particular Sunday with the weekend paper's usual lift out magazine. There was a small statistical article (i love those!) stating that something like 91% of internet users have a blog. Well guess what? Make that 91.000000000001%, 'cos my friend Amy's just introduced me to it. And you're reading it.... anyway, well... i'm excited!!! It's pretty cool, i love the idea of coming back 12 months later and reading my sometimes insane, but mostly inert mind these days. Just my kinda therapy - lonely and self-obsessive.
It is a warmish, unusual Wednesday for April. It's usually freezing cold now in Melbourne, but for some reason it's warm warm warm. And we've been having this sort of weather for the last 14 days, with the occasional cold mornings. But it's just strange - i've always had this thing with the weather. I never know what it's gonna be next. Hey, maybe that's why we have the Weather Bureau Statistics.
Okay, so i'm tired. From doing nothing all day. Work is monotonous, and i'm been trying to stretch my last half hour at work by pretending to be really absorbed by what I'm doing (but i'm acutally typing this!). Well, guess what? The boss is never getting this URL!
Success! There's 1 minute till i pack my bags. So i guess this is it for now.
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