Quote of the Century
“So, how does it feel like to share your birthday with the King of Pop and some woman named Farrah?” asked my brother.
– It feels rather good, actually. This means no one has any excuse not to forget my birthday next year.
Well, okay, fine, granted, the actual day is a day AFTER the deaths of two of the world’s most recognisable American icons [well, in my opinion anyway], but bear in mind that the news broke when it was on the actual dayof my birthday on my side of the world. Oh and the travesty of children today not knowing the ORIGINAL Charlie’s Angel! No, the angels were NOT Drew Barrymore, Lucy Liu and Cameron Diaz! If I sound old, it really means that I *am* old!
Stayed up till 4am watching MJ’s memorial on the E! News, and I’m now paying the price for it now [sleepy, tired, oh how am I going to survive killer Jakob’s class?!]. And it was indeed a heart wrenching moment when MJ’s daughter took to the mic to say that her dad was “The best daddy in the world” 😦 I particularly liked Rev Al Sharpton’s roving speech, defending MJ and telling his [MJ’s] kids that “There was nothing strange about your daddy”. Bella too stayed up to watch the memorial service with us. Either that or she was happy that the Hoomins were up at the unGodly hour of 3am to fill up her bowl with FRESH crunchy kibble and lavish her with obscene amounts of pats and massages.
Oh, on the Bikram side of things – I just did my very first BACK TO BACK class. This means that I took the 615pm class and the 8pm class, so technically I have a 15 minute break in between. 15 minutes to Savasana, pee, drink water and grab a fresh towel [I don’t want to scare my mat buddies with a squishing sound by the beginning of Pranayama!].
So after the first class, I took a shorter Savasana than usual [2-3 minutes instead of the 15 minutes, lest I fall asleep on the mat and cause the cleaners great pains in moving me out to clean the room]. Scooted out of the room to hurriedly stuff my gob with 2 mangosteens and 2 rambutans. Girl needs her sugar, plus during the first set of sasangasana, I was STARVING. Don’t know why, but this posture seems to trigger my appetite. Om nom nom. Mel and I rushed to the toilets to squeeze out any remnants of urine that might be sitting in our tiny little peebag [and trust me when I say that padahastasana is also known as the “Oh shit should’ve gone to pee” posture].
As we were ambling towards the room “Oh, we still have 2 more minutes” [or so we thought], Erik met us at the doorway going “HOI, where were you guys?! If this was training you’d….” . Before he could finish his sentence we squealed, filled our water bottles up and rushed in to the room. Another bender wanted to lay out the red carpet for our royal arrival 😛
Verdict : It certainly WAS different from the first class. Different in a sense that by the second class I had no strength left to hold garurasana or head-to-knee, and by the first breath of Pranayama breathing the first thought that came in my head [bad bad yogini!] was : What the FUCK am I doing here? Hey lady, haven’t you done this before, like nearly 2 hours ago?!
No doubt that I was more flexible in the second class – I will have to work on building strength, stamina and endurance in order to sustain myself during fall BYTT.
Would I do it again? Yes, of course! Plus the studio director is encouraging us [Mel and I] to do so.
In the meantime, to make up for my lack of blogging [I’ve been so tired, plus my cat is insanely jealous when I start tapping away on the keyboard that she sits on my lap and demands a Shiatsu massage], please watch a video of one of my favourite Malay sketches back in the day. JANGAN KETAWA! I remember going to a function where the taller cross-dresser was hosting a function, and he declared that “The perfect body measurement is 32, 24, 6 and a half and 34”. 😉