The quivering Jelly Bean

That's me. That's what I feel like. An hour of Power 1 yoga and that's all it takes (actually, just the first 20 mins) to make me feel like a quivering jelly bean. So you think quivering thighs, heaving chests and trembling fingers are only the stuff of those trashy romance novels? Well obviously these trashy novel writers haven't been to a Power yoga class yet.

There used to be a time when Hanoi's Power 2 90 mins yoga class would be like a walk in the park to me. But alas now, even the basic 60 min class has become Mission Very Difficult. That's what happens when one's yoga takes a slack (a big one!) in the past 2.5 months. I thought I still had the moves - I still do, but I sure ain't got the stamina now. 4 Sun salute Bs, not even fast ones, and heaving chest abound. Perspiration trickling down my face like I just ran a full marathon. By the time I moved into Triangle, my fingers were trembling reaching for the ceiling. If there had been a large 18-carat Tiffany diamond necklace up there, I'm pretty sure my trembling fingers wouldn't even had the strength to make a grab for it. Did I already mention the part when we were on the floor doing leg raises? It was just moving one leg up and one leg down. But alamak, my flabby tummy started shaking - as in SHAKING. Capital S. And so did the legs. If anyone was looking at me, it was as if my body had electric shock delivered through the system. Thus yes, I am the quivering jelly bean.

CNY resolution - get back to yoga. Get out of that work rut. (speaking of which, it's back to work tomorrow. Argh. cowdammnit).

Another Chapter

It was a hard week as usual - work, work, more work. But somehow maybe I got tired of being stressed, frustrated, and irritated, my mood was just 'take it easy' the whole week. Most of it anyway. I guess one is only down when one let's the mood put you down. What the heck, I've been irritated and annoyed for a good 2 months. Time to just go back to being zen. Speaking of which, yoga practice took a backseat some 150km away....practice has now dwindled to 1x per week (sometimes even none). Eeeow. I see my flabby arms, and thigh quickly making their dimpled appearance. I even begin to look a little pasty white. Alamak.

Week ended with the culmination of the dreaded F&A exam at 12noon yesterday. F&A is like the dreaded enemy. Accounting wasn't so bad, but Finance.....gawd, I swear, these pple are too, way too, too obssessed with $$$$ and making more of it. Pple like me who don't obsess with $$, and don't really keep track of $$ in our bank acct (which often explains why one overspends more than one earns, and savings hasn't increased in the last 5 yrs), well, I guess we suck at Finance. Return on Investment? Dude, ROI to me is, buy tod's bags and shoes, just need to use them more frequently to get the "ROI". It's not some goddamn ratio these Finance pple are so obsessed about? Capital structure? Err....I don't think they mean the White House building in Washington DC (wait, is the White house even IN washington dc????). There's also something about a beta. Major blank. Err, the only beta I know is the betta fish. I don't suppose the betta fish is a measure of how sensitive that fish is to market movements. Duh duh duh. One thing for sure - I won't be taking the class in Corporate Finance. Sucked in this course in poly, sucked during Uni, and will continue to suck at it in my MBA.

Gong Xi Fa Cai - Happy Chinese New Year today. Lots of goodies scattered all over the kitchen, the table, and the living room. As usual we're just going to slob our way to fatty prosperity. My dogs wouldn't mind I'm sure.

The stupidity of smartness

Another bad sucky week. Started mon morning well enough, before Nic and Viv decided to drop 2 very bad news bombs. That really put me in a pisser of a mood, cuz that means more work stress, and less capable pple in the team to deal with things, less 2 persons to bitch to, and more frustrations with existing morons at work. On a wed gathering with my ex-MSD colleagues, we all concluded that the morons are the real smart pple, they pretend to be morons so they don't have to do quality work, and so all the work gets pushed to the smart, capable pple who are stupid enough not to pretend to be morons. Moral of story - pretend to be moron even though one is not, and keep on pretending. Problem is, stupid smart pple like us are too stupid to continue our pretense for long, because we're so smart we just give ourselves away because our smartness would override any stupid scenarios we put ourselves in. Is this making sense? Oww my aching head.

CNY coming, and with all that post-bday celebrations and eating, wah, that's a lot of rice and a lot of food in the past week. A lot of desserts. Yes tummy is back out in full force, and wiggly ass makes its all out appearance to the entire world.

How does one console oneself when submerged in the depths of frustration and stress? We go to Tiffany and out in 10 mins with a white ribbon wrapped blue box. Happiness is costly, and apparently comes in shiny 925 silver.

Assignment due on Monday, furiously scrambling now. Exams on CNY eve, not even started studying yet - thanks to overworking and OTing like mad. Boyo I am in deep cowdunggitshit.

Om Shitty Moo.

The Flabby Bits

Biscuit has a waddle. And a paunch. A waddle, according to the character Richard in Ally McBeal, is that bit of loose flabby skin at the neck under the chin. Think Turkey. As I watched my dogs gulp greedily at the carrot cake in honour of my birthday, I noticed how Bis from neck up resembles a turkey. C and I share a resigned sigh, recognizing that his 'streamlined' body ain't so aerodynamically streamlined anymore. Paunch where a deep chest should be, and flabby skin hanging where ribs should be showing. Aiiieeee. Middle age crisis mode.

It was a good birthday, a great one. Started by rotting with dvds at the couch, and then brunch at Choupinette (irony, since I realised last year we ordered Chopinette take-out at my office to celebrate my bday too), a movie (Babel. Which I made no heads nor tails of, and was extremely tedious save for the grand lovely plush seats that cost a cheap cheap $15 for 2). A picnic at the park, and wrapped up with a round of drinks with my colleagues till midnite, when the clock officially declared me a happy belated birthday. Not to mention numerous birthday greeting sms-es, some from unexpected people. Even dad gave me a call (surprise!). Yeah it was a good one. I have a great bf, great kids (no comments at this point about their poor toilet habits however) and great friends and colleagues. Happy birthday to me.

OM happy cow.

All pent up and frustrated

I turn 31 tomorrow. This is the first time I remember approaching a birthday without any excitement, but only full of fatigue and frustration. I don't mind the age, but time in the past few months has passed in such a flurry I barely have time to anticipate or look forward to my birthday. This year it just crept up on me - one day another friend reminded me that my birthday was due in a few days. It was then I realised how quickly time had passsed, or how much of it I had lost, because I was just working, and working and working. 13-14hr days are not abnormal for me anymore. If I'm not at school then I'm working, even my yoga is suffering. Days off are a dread, because I get back to work only to see the backlog. It's a vicious cycle.

Have I offended the gods? It must be, for nothing has gone quite well in the last 2 months. Well at least I still have friends for support. Must go temple and pray soon. Today I got the results of a recent examination, to find out that I had failed an assignment. I've only failed music exams, never academia. My heart feels burderned and sad. As I contemplate myself I realise that as I grow older I become so accustomed to the material pleasures of life I no longer am able to endure hardships. Challenges at work that throw me out of my comfort zone I meet with anger and resistance. Failing an assignment is a minor setback but yet I cannot but feel frustrated and tearful at the loss. I think of how YP is struggling to juggle work, home and family committments and how C struggle to cope with the demands of being a somewhat frustrated entreprenuer. We all have to pay bills, put food on the table and a roof over our heads. This is the reality of life. Who was it that said humankind must suffer hardship in this life before they can attain nirvana? Man, next life just let me be a pampered pooch please.

Tired Ramblings x2

My first weekend break in ....dunno when. I'm so tired. And sick. Well sick was a result of being tired from overwork, not enough rest, and shuttling between Japan, Singapore, a funeral, more work and going to school. Spending a weekend being sick sucks. Well at least snort is not leaking out from my nose yet, that would be the extreme. Lucky for me I got extensions to both school assignments, phew. But I don't know how long I can push my luck, since that means I'll be studying and doing assignments week before, during, and after CNY. aieee. But thank god for small favours, so we'll cross the bridge when we come to it. Hmm, being more like my dudeCoolCow.

Rented another new chinese drama. 20 eps. Whoops looks like I'll be glued to the couch awhile. But hey, I do need a break from those 13hr workdays. On top of having to entertain my dogs, someone's gotta entertain me right? Slick doesn't count. Think he poisoned both myself and Con since we both got sick nearly the same time. Evil-doer.

Speaking of sick, my bank account looks very sickly. All thanks to an impulse 1 day (or 2 day) shopping madness last Dec before I realised I am minus 13 month bonus. How the heck did I spend so much $$$?? On what?? Arrrghhh.

Poor Sick Moo Omm.

Tired Ramblings

Between Japan trips, OTs, classes at school and up and coming due assignments not yet completed and on the verge of getting penalized... I am so tired. Things all seem to bunch together at the same time. Yuck. That's when we all wish we had more than 24hrs a day.

We cremated grandma today. Mandai Columbarium is frankly quite nice and high tech looking. I suppose, by the time it gets to my turn to kick the buckiet, I might not have that many relatives to send me off. Families are getting smaller these days. Slick might still be around though, but sure can't trust him to take care of arrangements. He'll probably abscond with the $$ instead.