Excuse me, but my life is waiting.

Ahhh…finally. Some time to myself.

This week has been such a hectic week…can’t believe that today is already Weds…it’s really unbelievable how time flies when you have a pile of work just waiting to be done. Even my after-office hours are filled…Not that I have many of such hours to begin with in the first place.

Was down with a major bout of flu and sore throat for the last 1 to 2 weeks…and couldn’t go to the gym. OMG, can just feel the fat building up already lor. How am I going to do my bao za hairdo* at this rate.

Shit shit shit. So bloody irritating.

Cannot. This Friday, die die must go gym. And then to Union after (if I don’t die of a cardiac arrest first).

Finally. Mich has passed me the pics we took at our Beginner One graduation class.
As you can see, my class is pretty small…which is good.

The two people in white (and indicated by the yellow arrows) are my instructors – Serene and Jonathan. Very young, right?

And now, to introduce the rest of my class…

1: An old (and very sweet) indian couple. Can’t for the life of me recall their names though.

2: Angeline. Don’t be deceived by her appearance, she’s really quite daring. She sang with the live band at Union Square on stage!~

3: Dawn. My trusty Salsa + online shopping + talk-to-me-when-bored msn kaki + uni classmate and a whole host of other akas. You can visit her blog here.

4. Jack. One of our “default” partners at Union..when nobody else asks us to dance. Next to him is Taddeus, who unfortunately, needs to repeat his B1 lessons.

5. Nor. Our crazy Malay classmate who always asks the bartender at Union for more nuts. hahaha.

6. Er, can’t remember her name…but she’s REALLY young..like 19 or so and is a medical student.

7. Mich. Of course.

Ahhh…finally. Some time to myself.

This week has been such a hectic week…can’t believe that today is already Weds…it’s really unbelievable how time flies when you have a pile of work just waiting to be done. Even my after-office hours are filled…Not that I have many of such hours to begin with in the first place.

Was down with a major bout of flu and sore throat for the last 1 to 2 weeks…and couldn’t go to the gym. OMG, can just feel the fat building up already lor. How am I going to do my bao za hairdo* at this rate.

Shit shit shit. So bloody irritating.

Cannot. This Friday, die die must go gym. And then to Union after (if I don’t die of a cardiac arrest first).

I just watched Over the Hedge today. It was pretty good…the script was not too bad…though somewhat predictable. The dialogue was better than average and that made up for a nondescript script (pardon the pun).

Anyhow, as i was watching the show, i was just struck by how RJ (the annoying know-it-all raccoon in the movie) reminded me of zsa zsa. And i was convinced, all through the show, that zsa zsa looked exactly like him.

I was wrong.

See?

Maybe they are just similar in color. The parts on her fur which are lighter are the same as those on RJ. Or both have those round eyes? Perhaps they are similarly irritating. Or for the fact that their ears stick out of their heads all the time? I dunno.

You know, i think i must have subconsciously picked zsa zsa out from all the other dog breeds because I actually wanted a raccoon first before wanting a dog. It is just most unfortunate that I can’t breed raccoons in Singapore.

Hahaha…

p/s: I apologise for the lousy pixelated pics…I couldnt find proper ones.

I just watched Over the Hedge today. It was pretty good…the script was not too bad…though somewhat predictable. The dialogue was better than average and that made up for a nondescript script (pardon the pun).

Anyhow, as i was watching the show, i was just struck by how RJ (the annoying know-it-all raccoon in the movie) reminded me of zsa zsa. And i was convinced, all through the show, that zsa zsa looked exactly like him.

I was wrong.

See?

Maybe they are just similar in color. The parts on her fur which are lighter are the same as those on RJ. Or both have those round eyes? Perhaps they are similarly irritating. Or for the fact that their ears stick out of their heads all the time? I dunno.

You know, i think i must have subconsciously picked zsa zsa out from all the other dog breeds because I actually wanted a raccoon first before wanting a dog. It is just most unfortunate that I can’t breed raccoons in Singapore.

Hahaha…

p/s: I apologise for the lousy pixelated pics…I couldnt find proper ones.

Was just lying in bed thinking yday night, and a good part of this morning, why did things come to an end? Like this?

My relationships always come to a grind. I am usually the one to end things…reason being that I cannot put up with the their nonsense anymore. And this has made me wonder…Perhaps it is really me who is the problem.

Not something that i’d like to admit to myself. What? Am i really so demanding and anal?

Sometimes i wonder how other couples can be together for years! In fact, i cannot quite grasp the concept of marriage. Am I really so unforgiving? Or do I just have too much opinion?

But I just can’t help it. I can’t help the fact that i dislike people who are not environmentally conscious, who respect nobody and have a holier-than-thou attitude. I hate it when the state of my day is of insignificant interest to him, i hate having to repeat myself time and time again and tire of people who are consistently late without apology. I hate it when he wants to play safe and do only the tried and tested. I hate stinginess and the kiasu mentality. I get pissed with people who put up a front, pretending to be someone or something they are really not.

As a rule, i think i’m starting to dislike most Singaporean men…with their extremely narrow and sheltered mindsets, and propensity for racism, stinginess and low tolerance for differences.

Not that all Singaporean men are like that. No, definitely not. But most.

And I am supposed to grit my teeth and bear it? The old-school chauvanism? I’m supposed to smile and pretend that i agree?

I’m sorry…i can’t. My opinion is getting in the way…and i just can’t smile and pamper some man’s stupid ego just for kicks.

I mean, if he can’t and won’t do the same for me, why should i?

So i guess, i’m the kind of woman that men love to hate.

i’m alone again..Yes, that explains the change in skin…and why mr mimosa is not a contributor to this blog anymore. Not that he contributed much or often anyway. That said, this blog is now mine, and mine alone again.

Are you surprised? Or would shock be a better word?

I don’t know if this is going to be a permanent thing…or if we will get back again. But i do feel as if some great weight has been lifted…strangely. As if the resentment that had accumulated over the last 1 year has been cast away and i am now free.

Am i sad? Yes, i guess. Parting is never a happy event. But yet, a big part of me is feeling relieved. The last few months have been torture. For me, at least. The sullen silences, the resentment, the feelings of rage and then resignation…at least i don’t have to put up with these feelings anymore.

Will i regret? I’m not too sure yet, at this point. Perhaps, perhaps not. The last few months, the bad times seriously outweighed the good. But it’s hard to tell, really. Though personally, I hate having to look back.

Anyway, i’m gonna be very free nowadays…so you people should know what to do.

Was just lying in bed thinking yday night, and a good part of this morning, why did things come to an end? Like this?

My relationships always come to a grind. I am usually the one to end things…reason being that I cannot put up with the their nonsense anymore. And this has made me wonder…Perhaps it is really me who is the problem.

Not something that i’d like to admit to myself. What? Am i really so demanding and anal?

Sometimes i wonder how other couples can be together for years! In fact, i cannot quite grasp the concept of marriage. Am I really so unforgiving? Or do I just have too much opinion?

But I just can’t help it. I can’t help the fact that i dislike people who are not environmentally conscious, who respect nobody and have a holier-than-thou attitude. I hate it when the state of my day is of insignificant interest to him, i hate having to repeat myself time and time again and tire of people who are consistently late without apology. I hate it when he wants to play safe and do only the tried and tested. I hate stinginess and the kiasu mentality. I get pissed with people who put up a front, pretending to be someone or something they are really not.

As a rule, i think i’m starting to dislike most Singaporean men…with their extremely narrow and sheltered mindsets, and propensity for racism, stinginess and low tolerance for differences.

Not that all Singaporean men are like that. No, definitely not. But most.

And I am supposed to grit my teeth and bear it? The old-school chauvanism? I’m supposed to smile and pretend that i agree?

I’m sorry…i can’t. My opinion is getting in the way…and i just can’t smile and pamper some man’s stupid ego just for kicks.

I mean, if he can’t and won’t do the same for me, why should i?

So i guess, i’m the kind of woman that men love to hate.

i’m alone again..Yes, that explains the change in skin…and why mr mimosa is not a contributor to this blog anymore. Not that he contributed much or often anyway. That said, this blog is now mine, and mine alone again.

Are you surprised? Or would shock be a better word?

I don’t know if this is going to be a permanent thing…or if we will get back again. But i do feel as if some great weight has been lifted…strangely. As if the resentment that had accumulated over the last 1 year has been cast away and i am now free.

Am i sad? Yes, i guess. Parting is never a happy event. But yet, a big part of me is feeling relieved. The last few months have been torture. For me, at least. The sullen silences, the resentment, the feelings of rage and then resignation…at least i don’t have to put up with these feelings anymore.

Will i regret? I’m not too sure yet, at this point. Perhaps, perhaps not. The last few months, the bad times seriously outweighed the good. But it’s hard to tell, really. Though personally, I hate having to look back.

Anyway, i’m gonna be very free nowadays…so you people should know what to do.

Was at the gym yesterday…alone…and being rather tired of doing resistance training (read: lift weights) all by myself, I attended a Bodycombat class.

Well…this was my third Bodycombat lesson and it’s interesting how different instructors teach the same class differently. They all seem to target different parts of the body…I know, because I’ve been aching in different parts for every class.

Anyway, yesterday’s class seemed to target the upper chest and shoulder blade…for now, I can hardly shrug without feeling some degree of pain. But, no matter.

To cut a long story short, I discovered not only was I not very fit (I was panting like a dog after 20mins and even zz doesn’t pant so much), but that humans have come to be so dependent on the system of things that they have ceased to become thinking beings. More or less, that is.

I think that we have become so used to being told what to do, when to do it and how to do it, that we have conveniently stopped thinking altogether. We’ve all become mindless robots! It was never as glaringly obvious as yesterday, toward the end of my Bodycombat class.

Here’s what happened.

We were warming down and were doing some very light exercises, i.e. leg raises and tummy crunches. After a series of rather taxing leg raises, the instructor started beating her butt to help ease the muscle tension that had been accumulating there. You know, the massaging kind…whereby you gently hit the achy area to relieve tension?

And guess what? The entire class started to do the same. The people were copying the instructor’s reflex action of easing muscle ache.

And mind you, it wasn’t part of the Bodycombat syllabus…because I caught her very brief snort of disbelief that the entire class (with the exception of a few) was following her reflex action of…beating their butts!!

It was so funny!!!

Robots! We’re all becoming unthinking, stupid robots, I tell you.