When life hands you lemons. You have tequila shots. (pffth)
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Thursday, August 30, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Err with Endorphins...
There are some days you wish people would pay attention to you.
There are days you wish you could hide in a hole and disappear.
And there are days that you do not realise how MANY people are watching you.
And you did wish that you were not being watched and could hide in a hole and disappear.
Monkey see, monkey do, right?
I decided not to wear my overpriced Lulu Guinness glasses at the gym dance class tonight for fear of perspiration leading to algae growth or worse on these very expensive frames my dearest optometrist friend convinced me to have.
I digress.
I stood at the front of class, being short-sighted, it helps me catch up with the dance moves of the instructor, on the stage. With the class 40 minutes into session, the instructor sits back to watch us, encouraging the class of 30 to get with it.
Being short-sighted in the head as well, led me to execute moves, WrONG moves, into the third verse of the song. Not realising that the class of 30, execute those wrong moves with me.
Fooyoh. Power.
Malu-lah. I had the instructor laughing away, while I attempted to redeem myself by picking up where, I er, left off ala Beyonce.
On a larger context, think of all the influence I can yield and the power.
Rock on.
There are days you wish you could hide in a hole and disappear.
And there are days that you do not realise how MANY people are watching you.
And you did wish that you were not being watched and could hide in a hole and disappear.
Monkey see, monkey do, right?
I decided not to wear my overpriced Lulu Guinness glasses at the gym dance class tonight for fear of perspiration leading to algae growth or worse on these very expensive frames my dearest optometrist friend convinced me to have.
I digress.
I stood at the front of class, being short-sighted, it helps me catch up with the dance moves of the instructor, on the stage. With the class 40 minutes into session, the instructor sits back to watch us, encouraging the class of 30 to get with it.
Being short-sighted in the head as well, led me to execute moves, WrONG moves, into the third verse of the song. Not realising that the class of 30, execute those wrong moves with me.
Fooyoh. Power.
Malu-lah. I had the instructor laughing away, while I attempted to redeem myself by picking up where, I er, left off ala Beyonce.
On a larger context, think of all the influence I can yield and the power.
Rock on.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
A fresh breath..
I love the greyish shades, the cheeky undertones and mood of the photograph. Taken of course by skillful and talented, and not too mention gorgeous photographer, to which I owe this set-up to.
I stepped out from this realm for while, like my ethics teacher taught us to, to step back and reflect and cherish. I have to say, today, I am grateful for the quiet nights that I previously disdained.
I learnt a much in that space I took out for myself. Patience, tolerance and gratitude, kindness and the value of friendship.
I toast to a new beginning, a new start and a fresh take on the next chapter than unfolds. I learn to manage expectations, treat tenses with light-heartedness and keep my canvas open.
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