I just had my first service boot camp training. To say it was grueling is an understatement. I somehow suspect that being a waitress isn't my call at all.
Eh but seriously. Who actually thinks waiting tables is a life purpose?
My day started with someone yelling at me:
"TSK, TSK, TSK, TSK. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE BEEN ATTACKED BY DOGS"
Okay. After that we were taught about all kinds of things related to the F&B service industry. Which wasn't grueling at all, but it got boring.
Though it was already quite torturous having to stand in heels for hours on end. Not cool, and all our backs were hurting.
Then break came, and thank God for that cos it felt like I was going to cut a bitch soon. Like with a steak knife cos it's the sharpest knife used for serving. YES. I finally find the relevance of learning something.
That's when the "fun" began. By "fun", I MEAN IN QUOTATION MARKS. IT'S BOOT CAMP PEOPLE, BOOOOOOOOOT CAMP
Learning to wait tables seemed simple at first, but later as they upped the levels the weight was too much and my arm couldn't even handle holding things any longer. Worst thing was, I was the only one who couldn't survive. I tried, I did. My teammate cheered me on throughout the whole time and continuously said stuff like "YOU CAN, JUST TELL YOURSELF YOU CAN" "don't worry, I'm here for you", resulting in the whole class going AWWWW SO SWEET but I wasn't even paying attention to my surroundings, my arm just couldn't hold out!
(haha thinking back I'm always saved by the tall tanned handsome guy through trying times. lol oops)
Next activity I couldn't participate as well because you had to squat down and carry trays of quantities of building bricks in preparation for serving at banquets.
Wah I swear 4 weeks of boot camp really gonna test my limit, then after that, another 10 weeks of serving. Wish me luck people, wish me luck.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
The Day I Had Yoga
Early this week I tried my hand at yoga. After a deliberately elaborate break from ballet - almost 2 years now - (YES, I admit I stopped ballet on purpose because I'm scared my knee may relapse again. But think of it this way, my doctor DID mention a relapse may result in me not being able to walk again), I thought I should give yoga a chance. I've never considered yoga, or pilates for that matter, because it had a reputation for being a bit weird when I was a child, until my last ballet exam, when my ballet teacher's assistant suggested I pick one of these two activities up to strengthen my knee muscles and to stay balanced.
And now, I've been seeing all these signs.
First, I read a book. It mentioned how enjoyable yoga is and sorta piqued my curiosity lah.
Next day, my parents encountered this Indian taxi driver in Malaysia who does hatha yoga, which is a traditional Hindu type of yoga system.
On the very same day, while at home, someone had posted on the wall of my condo's Facebook group that a hatha yoga company was going to organise a trial class for interested residents the following day. So naturally I jumped to the idea!
When you get the same thing thrice, it could very well be a sign!
Class was to start at 10am and I forced myself out of bed by 9. It's very unusual for me to get up this early, cos my already 5-week holiday influenced me to sleep at unearthly hours and wake up naturally at noontime. I honestly didn't know what to wear so I just made my outfit look gym-ish...
I can't remember if this photo was taken before or after the session. But this will do.
I'm a fairly new resident to this condo and thus I had some difficulty finding the exercise room. But I was actually 10 minutes early when I reached and the earliest!
Our instructor is a native Indian lady. My other "classmates" consisted of two middle-aged woman - one Japanese and the other Singaporean with a pilates background, the Singaporean woman's husband, and an elderly man. I first got acquainted to the old man cos we were the earliest to come to class and he's really nice.
Class was interesting. I found that many of these moves and stretching exercises were familiar to me because I had done them in my ballet classes. Everything seemed relatively easy, albeit slightly uncomfortable, and for some muscles I couldn't feel the stretch at all because they had already been stretched at maximum level during my ballet days. For example, for one exercise you should feel a stretch in your ankles but my decade-long experience of toe-pointing made me immune to that sensation.
All of a sudden, my knee gave way, I yelled, fell and clutched my knee. :( The instructor came over and massaged it. Few moments later, I was back in the scene.
The class ended with a few meditation exercises and I loved them. Actually, I haven't told this to anyone but I've been meditating since sec 4, but quite irregularly, and I'm glad I have something now to reinforce it.
Despite the end of the session being a tad more painful, I thoroughly thoroughly enjoyed it. Really. No complaints until much later when my knee swelled up quite badly and I had to limp down stairs and slopes while shopping.
For a year or so I've been feeling really weak. My heart's weak, and worse, I was getting out of shape. I've been praying and asking for help that I could find some sort of exercise I would enjoy so that my metabolism and heart rate would get better. Finally it came along and I intend to take yoga classes weekly!
Okay, it sounds very much like an ad now. Zis is not an ad! :(
All that aside, my knee is healing now and right before typing this entry, I dyed my hair. Back to black. Course regulations for this coming semester. I'm gonna be a chef with a tight gelled up hair and a bun and red lipstick. Sigh....
My hair looks fine, I just need to get used to it. By the way, is this real life?
I haven't spoken to my dad all day. Things have been getting quite estranged around here. Oh well.
White skin, black hair, red lips. Call me Snow White and I might feel better. Heh.
And now, I've been seeing all these signs.
First, I read a book. It mentioned how enjoyable yoga is and sorta piqued my curiosity lah.
Next day, my parents encountered this Indian taxi driver in Malaysia who does hatha yoga, which is a traditional Hindu type of yoga system.
On the very same day, while at home, someone had posted on the wall of my condo's Facebook group that a hatha yoga company was going to organise a trial class for interested residents the following day. So naturally I jumped to the idea!
When you get the same thing thrice, it could very well be a sign!
Class was to start at 10am and I forced myself out of bed by 9. It's very unusual for me to get up this early, cos my already 5-week holiday influenced me to sleep at unearthly hours and wake up naturally at noontime. I honestly didn't know what to wear so I just made my outfit look gym-ish...
I can't remember if this photo was taken before or after the session. But this will do.
I'm a fairly new resident to this condo and thus I had some difficulty finding the exercise room. But I was actually 10 minutes early when I reached and the earliest!
Our instructor is a native Indian lady. My other "classmates" consisted of two middle-aged woman - one Japanese and the other Singaporean with a pilates background, the Singaporean woman's husband, and an elderly man. I first got acquainted to the old man cos we were the earliest to come to class and he's really nice.
Class was interesting. I found that many of these moves and stretching exercises were familiar to me because I had done them in my ballet classes. Everything seemed relatively easy, albeit slightly uncomfortable, and for some muscles I couldn't feel the stretch at all because they had already been stretched at maximum level during my ballet days. For example, for one exercise you should feel a stretch in your ankles but my decade-long experience of toe-pointing made me immune to that sensation.
All of a sudden, my knee gave way, I yelled, fell and clutched my knee. :( The instructor came over and massaged it. Few moments later, I was back in the scene.
The class ended with a few meditation exercises and I loved them. Actually, I haven't told this to anyone but I've been meditating since sec 4, but quite irregularly, and I'm glad I have something now to reinforce it.
Despite the end of the session being a tad more painful, I thoroughly thoroughly enjoyed it. Really. No complaints until much later when my knee swelled up quite badly and I had to limp down stairs and slopes while shopping.
For a year or so I've been feeling really weak. My heart's weak, and worse, I was getting out of shape. I've been praying and asking for help that I could find some sort of exercise I would enjoy so that my metabolism and heart rate would get better. Finally it came along and I intend to take yoga classes weekly!
Okay, it sounds very much like an ad now. Zis is not an ad! :(
All that aside, my knee is healing now and right before typing this entry, I dyed my hair. Back to black. Course regulations for this coming semester. I'm gonna be a chef with a tight gelled up hair and a bun and red lipstick. Sigh....
My hair looks fine, I just need to get used to it. By the way, is this real life?
I haven't spoken to my dad all day. Things have been getting quite estranged around here. Oh well.
White skin, black hair, red lips. Call me Snow White and I might feel better. Heh.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
the rain falls on my windows
and a coldness runs through my soul
and the rain falls, oh the rain falls
i don't want to be alone
i wish that i could photoshop all our bad memories
cus the flashbacks, oh the flashbacks
won't leave me alone
if you come back to me, i'll be all that you need
baby come back to me
let me make up for what happened in the past
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
boy, you're one in a million
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
you're one in a million
lower east side of manhattan
and a coldness runs through my soul
and the rain falls, oh the rain falls
i don't want to be alone
i wish that i could photoshop all our bad memories
cus the flashbacks, oh the flashbacks
won't leave me alone
if you come back to me, i'll be all that you need
baby come back to me
let me make up for what happened in the past
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
boy, you're one in a million
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
you're one in a million
lower east side of manhattan
she goes shopping for new clothes
and she buys this, and she buys that
just leave her alone
i wish that he would listen to her side of the story
it isn't that bad, it isn't that bad
and she's wiser for it now
i admit i cheated
don't know why i did it
but i do regret it
nothing i can do or say can change the past
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
boy, you're one in a million
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
you're one in a million
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
boy, you're one in a million
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
you're one in a million
everything i ever did
heaven knows i'm sorry babe
i was too dumb to see
you were always there for me
and my curiosity got the better of me
baby take it easy on me
anything from a to z
call me what you wanna but
i open my heart to be
you are my priority
can't you see you've punished me
more than enough already
baby take it easy on me
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
boy, you're one in a million
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
you're one in a million
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
boy, you're one in a million
baby come back to me
i'll be everything you need
baby come back to me
you're one in a million
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
I have made up my mind to move on from my previous relationship. It isn't healthy. I acknowledged it but didn't want to accept it. Yesterday I made an impulsive decision and sent him a suicidal text but he didn't reply. I knew then that it isn't worth it at all.
It just feels great having someone to wake up to in bed in the morning. Let's just take it as a transition between holding on and letting go. I'm not falling for you, cos if I do it will hurt me, I'm just learning to move on.
It just feels great having someone to wake up to in bed in the morning. Let's just take it as a transition between holding on and letting go. I'm not falling for you, cos if I do it will hurt me, I'm just learning to move on.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
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