Sigh ... Work, and the waiting game. Tomorrow, Wednesday, already.
The only thing I like about Wednesday - it being the hump day and all - is going to the studio for exotic class and pole prac.
Maybe one day I'll get to do aerial silks and aerial hoop - those look gorgeous.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Robi Draco Rosa - 'Dancing in the Rain'
Album: Mad Love
I absolutely adore this song; if only I could do it justice - but I'm just not that good dancer, I'm afraid.
All of a sudden, my appetite seems to have re-awaken with a vengeance ...
=(
Gotta focus on something other than food - like a choreo, maybe.
I absolutely adore this song; if only I could do it justice - but I'm just not that good dancer, I'm afraid.
All of a sudden, my appetite seems to have re-awaken with a vengeance ...
=(
Gotta focus on something other than food - like a choreo, maybe.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Robi Draco Rosa - 'Dancing in the Rain'
Album: Mad Love
Today's class: Ball (static) and a combination-spin - spiral into goddess. I managed both in the end, like, barely, and uglily.
But I nailed the combination of graceful climb into bat into bird-nest into hanging bow-and-arrow, ending with the jazz dismount (I did hit my head against the pole doing the dismount though).
Now I'm seriously thinking choreographies, 'cuz a bunch of us were sitting around with coffee, talking, and it seemed like everyone was quite keen to learn a choreo, so - hmm ...
Today's class: Ball (static) and a combination-spin - spiral into goddess. I managed both in the end, like, barely, and uglily.
But I nailed the combination of graceful climb into bat into bird-nest into hanging bow-and-arrow, ending with the jazz dismount (I did hit my head against the pole doing the dismount though).
Now I'm seriously thinking choreographies, 'cuz a bunch of us were sitting around with coffee, talking, and it seemed like everyone was quite keen to learn a choreo, so - hmm ...
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Nina Simone - 'Feeling Good'
Album: Feeling Good - The Very Best of Nina Simone
Awesome. I had an awesome night. The Vagina Monologues wasn't perfect, but it was hysterically funny at bits, sobering at others, and I absolutely loved the experience (not to mention, hey, they distribute packets of panty-liners - not green tea-scented though - in the middle of the play!) - WATCH IT! (The cast is composed of mostly eye-candies, from pretty femme-y chicks to a cute androgynous-but-not-Shane-type.)
After that I had a great time at post-show drinkies with Jen, SY, and Kimmy and her boyfriend. The conversation was great even though Jen found out some things I never told her, and I discovered quite a bit about my pole-mates and also krav maga, which Kimmy's boyfriend was picking up.
All great.
Awesome. I had an awesome night. The Vagina Monologues wasn't perfect, but it was hysterically funny at bits, sobering at others, and I absolutely loved the experience (not to mention, hey, they distribute packets of panty-liners - not green tea-scented though - in the middle of the play!) - WATCH IT! (The cast is composed of mostly eye-candies, from pretty femme-y chicks to a cute androgynous-but-not-Shane-type.)
After that I had a great time at post-show drinkies with Jen, SY, and Kimmy and her boyfriend. The conversation was great even though Jen found out some things I never told her, and I discovered quite a bit about my pole-mates and also krav maga, which Kimmy's boyfriend was picking up.
All great.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
The sound of you sleeping
Learned a new word today, courtesy of my boss: Pavid. He'd insisted all Taurean women are pavid. Swear to god, this is a word I've never heard, seen, or read about in my entire life. Swear to god. This is why I was so attracted to my boss in the first place.
Told my parents over dinner what my boss'd told me about my job today; my mother kept sighing and telling me (in Mandarin), "Such a pity," and, "such a waste."
When I told them about what Gabriele'd said about how my boss felt about me, my dad chuckled, and my mother said (in Mandarin), "Some times it also depends on your 缘份 ..."
Don't know about that; I mostly only know about 有緣無份 ...
Told my parents over dinner what my boss'd told me about my job today; my mother kept sighing and telling me (in Mandarin), "Such a pity," and, "such a waste."
When I told them about what Gabriele'd said about how my boss felt about me, my dad chuckled, and my mother said (in Mandarin), "Some times it also depends on your 缘份 ..."
Don't know about that; I mostly only know about 有緣無份 ...
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
The sound of you sleeping
I figure I work better with parameters; not extremely stringent ones - broad, vague ones. Without any parameter, I prolly wouldn't be able to come up with anything (most of the time).
It's like, I usually wouldn't be able to write anything if somebody were to say to me, "Write a short story" - not unless I already have some ideas hanging at the back of my mind already - or, my boss's "Pick a place [to eat]".
But sometimes it takes awhile before I recognize parameters; sometimes, I identify parameters, (resent them) and have to figure how to work around them or even to ignore and avoid them.
Still, either way, I need parameters to be able to start anything at all, I think.
It's like, I usually wouldn't be able to write anything if somebody were to say to me, "Write a short story" - not unless I already have some ideas hanging at the back of my mind already - or, my boss's "Pick a place [to eat]".
But sometimes it takes awhile before I recognize parameters; sometimes, I identify parameters, (resent them) and have to figure how to work around them or even to ignore and avoid them.
Still, either way, I need parameters to be able to start anything at all, I think.
When I stepped back into the office after grabbing some lunch/snacks from downstairs, J told me I'd just missed my boss's call and he'd asked that I call him back; so I did.
After he picked up and I announced who I am, I asked if he'd wanted something; he said, "No, I just want to tell you the plane landed safely; I'm back."
And he went on to say how he'd planned to drop by the office but fell asleep with that thought, that his mind had been a little addled by the dry air in Milan - all the while I replied with monosyllabic yes/no-type answers.
I really can't be the P.A. he wants - would like - me to be ...
=(
After he picked up and I announced who I am, I asked if he'd wanted something; he said, "No, I just want to tell you the plane landed safely; I'm back."
And he went on to say how he'd planned to drop by the office but fell asleep with that thought, that his mind had been a little addled by the dry air in Milan - all the while I replied with monosyllabic yes/no-type answers.
I really can't be the P.A. he wants - would like - me to be ...
=(
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The sound of you sleeping
I can see how it'll end, but since tonight's a dark moon night, I shall endeavor to keep that voice and those thoughts away, out.
It'd prolly be a better idea to put them down when I'm in a better frame of mind ... Even though I'd be less inclined to, once out of this frame of mind.
Something more trivial: I spend so many hours a day typing with my elbows resting on my desk that I've managed to cultivate a little blister on my right elbow. =|
It'd prolly be a better idea to put them down when I'm in a better frame of mind ... Even though I'd be less inclined to, once out of this frame of mind.
Something more trivial: I spend so many hours a day typing with my elbows resting on my desk that I've managed to cultivate a little blister on my right elbow. =|
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Watching you sleep
Because of a miscalculation on my part, I think I'm in for a much longer wait than I'd anticipated. Obstacles of my own doing; shoulda known ...
This Monday onwards, I'll push harder to clean up the database - I really don't like sitting around feeling like I have no control at all (which is what waiting for something makes me feel).
I promise I'll tell the boss when I receive the approval I want and need, although how I could broach that topic is something I need to plan. (The whole truth and nothing but the truth, or partial truth mixed into a generous amount of vagaries, or a complete white lie?)
This Monday onwards, I'll push harder to clean up the database - I really don't like sitting around feeling like I have no control at all (which is what waiting for something makes me feel).
I promise I'll tell the boss when I receive the approval I want and need, although how I could broach that topic is something I need to plan. (The whole truth and nothing but the truth, or partial truth mixed into a generous amount of vagaries, or a complete white lie?)
Saturday, September 27, 2008
The sound of you sleeping
I seem to have lost my appetite. I mean, I get hungry and all, but I never know what to eat and don't know what I feel like eating, which makes eating a chore because then it becomes something you do for the sake of doing and not because you enjoy doing it.
Still, it's a timely - if annoying - thing to happen. It's official: I'm fat; have put on around 5 kilos since Jan this year. Those I've complained to so far have parroted one another - "It's muscles, not fats" - but I don't wanna look beefy either ...
=(
Still, it's a timely - if annoying - thing to happen. It's official: I'm fat; have put on around 5 kilos since Jan this year. Those I've complained to so far have parroted one another - "It's muscles, not fats" - but I don't wanna look beefy either ...
=(
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The sound of you sleeping
... it really just struck me that I listen to you sleep a lot. A lot - like, every night. Sometimes I even get to watch you sleep(!).
Maybe you're right - it's almost as if we're dating our cell phones and laptops and Skype - but, right now, with 4 (5 next week) hours and a few thousand-odd miles between us, I'd rather have you breathing into my ear through the headset than falling asleep alone. In silence.
Is that a little bizarre?
Maybe you're right - it's almost as if we're dating our cell phones and laptops and Skype - but, right now, with 4 (5 next week) hours and a few thousand-odd miles between us, I'd rather have you breathing into my ear through the headset than falling asleep alone. In silence.
Is that a little bizarre?
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