Monthly Archives: July 2009
What do you do with your sweaty towels post Bikram?
I air-dry mine in the study room for a day before getting 4 towels [2 from class, 2 from shower] in the wash. Saves water, time, money, plus now Bella has a great use for my smelly sweaty towels :
Yep. That’s my fat cat sleeping on my crusty Bikram towel atop her carrier.
I wonder what the allure is in regards to my sweaty towel. *sniff sniff
Apologies for the lack of updates. Have been meaning to, but lacked the drive. So, how bout I tapdance to make up for the lack of entertainment, ay?
*tippity tappity tip tap
Somehow managed to convince Justine to try out a Bikram Yoga class. It’s gonna be hot, you might feel nauseas or dizzy, I said. This ballsy chick nevertheless stepped in to the hot room, whee! And drank only 500ml of water that day -_-” [I think 10x that amount, holy waterbottle].
By utkatasana she was down for the count, ladies and gentlemen. Felt rather nervous that she’d end up running out of the room, screaming “I HATE YOU MEI, YOU BITCH!”, or something to that extent. But she did VERY VERY WELL and stayed on, even though she said she was retching half of the time. I say, that’s all the nasties getting out of you, you have NO IDEA how much I’d take puking over farting. At least you’ll puke and get it over and done with, unlike gas that sits in your belly and threatens to explode at the most inopportune of moments, say, during class, after class, during breakfast, after breakfast… you get the drift, er, what I mean. Plus some days I wonder “What the heck, am I doing something WRONG? How come everyone feels lousy but I feel fucking A?!”
Unlike other 24 year olds my age who are out partying / drinking / hooking up / drugging up [I’m talking Class A substances like Meth, not marijuana], I am a little boring in a way that I’ve had my fill of aforementioned activities by the time I was 19 I’m not telling you what drugs I did, but I can say I’ve tried a little of everything under the party sun, Class A included.
So what’s a bored reformed hardcore party girl to do, but a back to back session of Bikram Yoga! [I just felt like such a nerd saying this! 😀 ]
After quite a lousy savasana [I had to run upstairs to grab a new towel, pee, gobble my stash of dragon fruit], I made it in time for the 2nd class, much to the teacher’s amazement. Let me tell you something about this teacher – I am DEATHLY scared of him. Not because he’s a hardass person, but because he’s so HARDCORE about Bikram Yoga for someone my age, it intimidates me . Just a little.
“DO NOT MOVE”. Mei : eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek! I can’t adjust my bra strap? What if I flash you?! Will you be thinking that all Malaysian boobs are THAT horrific?! [I’ve got rashes all over my chest, remember?] eeeeeeeeeek! *does quick adjust
“STAY STILL”. Mei : I. am. still. solid. one. piece. unbroken. *scratches nose
“FOCUS. MEDITATE. BREATHE”.
Thankfully, I got past my fear and intimidation [well, he IS a lot taller than me, plus he’s uber strict about moving around during class] and went on to have a rather rocking back to back with him. And from him, I’ve learnt how to be graceful during postures, and how to fall out with grace. Oh my knees, OH MY KNEES. He made me “LOCK THE KNEE AGAIN MEI” during stretching pose [I honestly thought it was locked. Honest!] and made me LOCK THE KNEE, PUSH THE KNEE DOWN WITH THE FOREHEAD during Janushirasana on my right side. Folks, for some abnormal reason, I still CANNOT lock my right knee in this posture. It just won’t fucking touch the floor and LOCK! So what’s a stubborn girl like myself to do when she’s told to LOCK the knee? I shook my head vigorously [and if I could, I’d stick out my tongue and say NEH NEH NEH!]. But I tried and.. wa lah. I locked. that. fucking. stubborn. knee. I LOCKED IT! Hooray! He complimented me and offered this nugget of wisdom, “See, if you locked your knee instead of wasting your energy shaking your head, you’d have locked it better! NEVER doubt yourself!”.
Lesson for Friday : Lock the fucking knees, and never doubt myself. Gotcha.
p.s : I’m not AS scared of him now!
Yay! Got a kitty food dispenser that was kindly given to Bella and Edward by Kel’s colleague. Now to figure out how to use it. Hmm.
Wore my new shorts for the first time. Many thanks to Despederata for the hookup, and Fooie for transporting it all the way from Singapore to my place! *HUG HUG HUG. I must mention the bag in which it came in. Poor Fooie was walking around Singapore with a bag that said : LOOK GOOD NAKED that contained my shorts of assorted pastel colours. I hope it did help him land a few phone numbers [in which case, you owe me big time :p ]
Another interesting story [as this sorta SHIT only happens to me] : Decided to introduce Edward the kitten to the googies [doggies in Meispeak]. Just so that he’ll get used to seeing them from the windows, and vice versa. So I picked the tiny cat up in my hands, held him up the glass doors and called Leo over. Now Leo’s the slightly more forgiving dog, he’s absolutely in love with Bella. Either that or those times that he was nice to her was just well, “product sampling” *cringe.
Lo and behold, Leo trotted over and sniffed the glass door in great interest. However, Edward didn’t take too kindly to this treatment, hissed and spat like a proper komodo dragon and flew out of my arms. Ran after Edward to offer a few hugs / pats. As I carried him up, I smelt something FUNKY on my PJs. Yes, that kitty crapped on me. Not a proper crap mind you, more like ass fluid got on me. Even so, ass fluid STINKS far worse than actual kitty crap, so I had to change outta my PJs and shower again.
Note to self : Reintroduce kitty to Leo while wearing a biohazard suit.
By popular demand, here is the recipe for Chocolate Guinness Cake. Enjoy, and please remember to drink responsibly and not let your kitchen explode in a ball of flame after 20 too many Guinness.
Credit goes to Nigella Lawson, it’s *her* recipe after all. Plus I enjoy watching Nigella Bites on a Sunday while in my jammies, before lunch. It’s almost like porn, the way she expertly handles kitchen utensils and savours every morsel of her food. She uses OODLES OF NOODLES of BUTTER, love!!!!
Ahem.Recipe below. I know it calls for 250ml of Guinness, but since the tins in Malaysia are sold in 320ml, guess what happened to the 70+ml?
I poured it in.
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat? It was all foamy when I poured it in the measuring cup [there goes 2 years of bartending], so I thought “Foam = air. Hence, + more Guinness”. I didn’t say I was a Math major. In fact, I majorly suck at Math.
|FOR THE CAKE|
|250g unsalted butter [I used some Irish butter as it was RM3 cheaper than Lurpack at RM10 per pop, ACK!]|
|400g caster sugar|
|1 x 142ml pot sour cream|
|1 tablespoon real vanilla extract [Can’t get *real* vanilla extract here, so I substituted with vanilla flavouring 😦 ]|
|275g plain flour|
|2 1/2teaspoons bicarbonate of soda [also known as Soda Bicarbonate]|
|FOR THE TOPPING|
|300g Philadelphia cream cheese|
|150g icing sugar|
|125ml double or whipping cream|
Serving Size : Makes about 12 slices
|1.||Preheat the oven to gas mark 4/180°C, and butter and line a 23cm springform tin.|
|2.||Pour the Guinness into a large wide saucepan, add the butter – in spoons or slices – and heat until the butter’s melted, at which time you should whisk in the cocoa and sugar. Beat the sour cream with the eggs and vanilla and then pour into the brown, buttery, beery pan and finally whisk in the flour and bicarb.|
|3.||Pour the cake batter into the greased and lined tin and bake for 45 minutes to an hour. Leave to cool completely in the tin on a cooling rack, as it is quite a damp cake.|
|4.||When the cake’s cold, sit it on a flat platter or cake stand and get on with the icing. Lightly whip the cream cheese until smooth, sieve over the icing sugar and then beat them both together. Or do this in a processor, putting the unsieved icing sugar in first and blitz to remove lumps before adding the cheese.|
|5.||Add the cream and beat again until it makes a spreadable consistency. Ice the top of the black cake so that it resembles the frothy top of the famous pint.
Or you can use TheDancingJ’s recipe for frosting :
I used cream cheese frosting for mine, and whipped a few tablespoons of Guinness into it until it was the color of the head of foam that you get on a mug of beer… made them REALLY look like Guinness cupcakes and tasted AWESOME.
Now go forth and happy baking! 😀
My achy breaky knees, my achy breaky knees [sung to the tune of Billy Ray Cyrus’ Achy Breaky Heart. I’ve only watched FIFTEEN minutes of Hannah Montana on Disney Channel -I was channel surfing and decided to see what the fuss was about- and I must say : NEVER again. That Hannah Montana character is RUDE! Or am I a prude?]
For the past 2 days, getting into supta vajrasana was a real pain in the ass knees. Never had problems with the posture, could keep my knees together [“never come off the floor”], go down all the way, arms over head and arch chest up like a “perfect human bridge”. Oh but yesterday and the day before, Oh. My. Lord / Lady of. PAIN! In fact, lately, ANY posture with a knee bit [awkward – bouncing included] would just drive me INSANE. About as bat shit crazy as a rabid monkey could be. But as they say, “Pain kills the pain”, so in other words, taking it sloooooooow and eeeaasssy as I ease my withered and battered body gingerly onto the mat. Locking the knee has also become a chore for me as I can’t lock the knee without a thunderous CRACK emanating through the room.Sounds like Zeus is angry! *crack!
Righto, enough ranting about the state of my knees [which is, I think, about as interesting as stale bread to anyone reading this]. Made a trip down to the local grocery store to get ingredients for …. GUINNESS CHOCOLATE CAKE. Oh yes, a recipe that combines my two favouritest things – Guinness Stout and Chocolate. Whee! I know, I know, a lady shouldn’t be drinking Stout, but as they say, Guinness is Good for You! Plus it has loads of malt and iron, something that my body has been craving for lately. The Missus was right, it came out PRETTY damn strong! That and I didn’t want to waste any of smooth velvety goodness so I er, was liberal with the amount of Stout I added. 😀
p.s : No pictures of the cake. It’s half gone!
Was how I felt like when I woke up this morning.
After my stunt of doing back2back yesterday, I drove home feeling slightly euphoric, and awake. Oh so awake. So awake, I had to mentally tire myself out [reading teen text messages, the type that go”r u wtn 4 sthn cz drs nthn 2b cn here”, and am I the ONLY person in the whole wide world who text messages in COMPLETE sentences?!] before heading to bed.
Come 9:14am [FUCK YOU LINE DANCE WOMEN OUTSIDE MY HOUSE, there are only SO MANY TIMES I can listen to the same song over and over again, plus your obese behinds aren’t getting and smaller, might I suggest a quieter activity that’ll guarantee to lose your flab fast?] I woke up feeling sore. So sore, so heavy, so tired. Like a group of med students used my body as a class prop, took everything out before hastily gluing it back before 6am. In other words : SO. SORE. 😦
Had 2 naps in the afternoon before heading out to class. Even so, it was fraught with thoughts of “Oh don’t go, stay, rest, you worked hard enough!” / “Doesn’t the sofa look so inviting and warm?” / “Don’t you want to spend more time with EDWARD?”, etc etc. So I stood my ground and said “SCREW YOU, STOP PLAYING MIND GAMES!” before heading off to class. Sore arms that, as The Missus put it bluntly, were gonna “fall the fuck off”. That plus my back felt like it was going to snap in 52 pieces.
Surprisingly, after all that whining, whinging, excuse-making, I feel strangely fine after class. Lesson of the day : Mind Over Matter. Always!
The only GOOD thing that comes with PMS is that my boobs look HUGE. The downside? Oh let me see, HMMM, lethargy, grey eyebags [I make Edward Cullen look positively lively], water retention [my stomach looks like I’m hoarding 4 munchkins], weird as cravings [a good excuse to have a cheese and banana sandwich] and a body that is stiff as a piece of 40 year old frozen meat.
Couldn’t go as deep into the postures, plus my lumbar spine was KILLING ME by the first backward bend. Did I mention I did a back to back today as well? Oh yeah. Them ovaries are swelling up and causing me back aches! Not to mention that my body chemistry is about as screwed as Lindsay Lohan’s acting career, meaning that I have to electrolyte more than usual and eat more protein [and take a 15 minute nap before class!].
It’s 230am where I am, and I’m figuring out how to sleep. Grr!
Hmm, the past few days I’ve been feeling HUNGRY during class. Come utkatasana – *growl. Ustrasana would be the equivalent of a hole in my stomach. Sasangasana and my stomach tells me “Hey lady, get the hell outta here. Let’s have a sandwich, you and I”.
Yes, my stomach talks to me. I talk to my stomach. I love my stomach. I’d better, before I get gastric.
I suspect I am sorely lacking in a particular type of mineral / nutrient in my diet, as the past 2 days I felt numb / tingly during class [a sure sign of dehydration]. Can’t be a water issue, as I drink around 4-5Litres a day. Yes, if I drink that amount on a regular basis, what will become of me when I go to LA in October? 10 litres?! Ridiculous!
On a geek note : BIOSHOCK 2 IS COMING OUT! YEAH!
Need I mention that I had the fright of my life playing Bioshock?
Hello, I am Edward, the kitten that Mei picked up outside a restaurant yesterday. But please, feel free to address me however you choose, as the Silly Hoomin thought that Edward would be a nice name to go with Bella. You know, from the hyped-up teen vamp series, Twilight?
As Silly Hoomin’s mother severely disapproves of another cat in the house, and not to mention that the Silly Hoomin will be away in October, I am currently looking for a nice permanent home. Besides, Bella does not like me that much, so much for the Twilight love story that Silly Hoomin was trying to recreate. The feeling’s mutual, you overweight grey cat! I raise my tiny paws indignantly and defy you!
The Silly Hoomin was nice enough to bring me to the vet to get dewormed and deflead (against ear mites too!), as I cost her nearly a hundred bucks. Silly Hoomin is currently jobless, so I feel a little embarassed to saddle her with my problem.
I am lucky Silly Hoomin found me, as I was rather dirty, skinny and have a scar where some bigger cat bit me. Terrorist! I raise my tiny paws and defy your treatment of lesser beings! Do not fret though, as Silly Hoomin showered me TWICE today, and I smell like “Baby powder and floral, PWETTY!”, Silly Hoomin cooed. But I still think I smell like a cat that was overshampoo’d. Treacherous wench! I raise my paws and defy your overshampooing of felines! Silly Hoomin and her bathing antics scared me so bad, I literally peed my fur.
Ahem. I am a sweet, quiet cat that loves being cuddles and people. Take me home if you promise to keep me safe and warm, NEVER declaw me and please please please neuter me. I will regret saying this, but I sure as hell don’t want more of my brethern running around homeless.
That was me pre-shower. Ahem, I cleaned up pretty well.
If anyone of you will be willing to take home a mighty fine young gentlecat, please contact Silly Hoomin via meimei2606 [at] gmail dot com. Oh, I’m only available to readers located in Kuala Lumpur / Klang Valley.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I will have to resuscitate Silly Hoomin after giving her the fright of her life.
Hmm. It seems that after the incident of my head meeting the floor during camel [rather HARD, I must add], that egg-shaped thing that sits above my shoulders seems intent on meeting everything head on. [Sorry, I couldn’t resist the pun!]
On Wednesday, it seemed like I kept on losing my head during class. During sit-up, oh, you guys all know the dialogue – “Toes together, flex your feet towards your face, arms up, cross your thumbs, inhale breathing SIT UP, double exhale, double jerk“. During the exhale, my forehead kept on hitting my knees. Ow.
First time it happens : Ow. Second time [cause it’s a DOUBLE exhale] : GODDAMNIT.
And we do about 243sit-ups in class, so imagine double the amount of forehead crashing into knee.
I either need to learn how to hold back, or not do such a vigorous sit up. Or maybe learn to stretch forward? Hmm, good questions to ask the teacher next class.
In the meantime, I think I need to feed the new kitten. He’s looking at me rather
I forgot to add, after yesterday’s back to back, I drove home with the silliest of grins on my face. Oh whoppee, did I feel like I was walking [or driving] on cloud 9.
We got Jakob in class today. He’s a Californian guy who’s joining us for a year and boy oh boy do we get our weekly dose of American humour / pop culture.
– “You! Gumby! Do you know who Mr.Gumby is? Well go look him up tonight”
– “It’s okay, I’m just the crazy American yogi who laughs at his own jokes”
– [while we are lying down in savasana before pavanamuktasana] “And that concludes our warm up…”
– [while in spine twisting] “And after this, we are going to do 20 jumping jacks and 50 push ups” 😯
It was freaking hilarious when today during padahastasana, during the usual dialogue of “Push your knee back, LOCK YOUR KNEE, you have no knee …” he suddenly burst out in Malay [albeit heavily accented] : KUNCIKAN LUTUT AWAK. [literally, lock (as in key and lock LOCK) your knee!]
It was a good thing I was in padahastasana with my face smushed against my shins, because I was giggling throughout the posture. It wasn’t that I was mocking his accent, but rather, it was so HEART WARMING and DELIGHTFUL and KEEEWWWWT [cute being dragggeeed] that he attempted to speak our national language!
Mel and I caught each other’s eye in the mirror and a giggle escaped from me. “Yeah, I know a little Malay” and we just smiled. It was oh so cute! He did it again during head-to-knee, lost my concentration and fell out. Sigh, I should really work on this.
Ok, off to bed.