Sushi! It's What's For Breakfast
DISCLAIMER:
I'm tired from the week, and rather tipsy. You've been warned.
I'm getting to love Sayaka-sensei's classes more and more. Tonight I did pretty well, considering I'm pretty wiped out on Fridays, and my jumps felt effortless. *so happy* I had to prod myself to make it to the lesson, but as usual, once I was in the middle of it, it just felt so right and god, I love ballet. Even if I'm not very good at it, I don't care. It makes me feel beautiful and graceful for a little while, especially when I can ALMOST DO GLISSADES! AND ASSEMBLÉS!!! AFJKGJLFKDJ afjkl;fn!!! Victory was mine. *tears of accomplishment*
And then Sayaka-sensei, showing another woman how far she should be jumping, sent her flying across the studio with a well-timed assist in the middle of the jump. Let me tell you, the sight of a beautiful woman throwing another one around like that was pretty hot. *____* *fans self* Maybe she'll throw me around next time? :D~~~
Speaking of hot, one woman, who I'd never noticed in particular before, wore tight shorts over tights to class a couple of weeks ago. Normally, she wears yoga pants, and that's why I'd never noticed that her ass is amazing. Seriously, I couln't stop admiring it that class. I still can't stop, though she's since gone back to her regular attire. Damn, I feel like a pervert. XD;;;;;; *hides in shame*
In other ballet news, I still can't do the splits, but at least my flexibility is improving somewhat! I really need to be doing daily stretches, though. And figure out what the hell my other goals are re: my body. The trouble with developping the muscles in my legs is that the muscles highlight the areas that aren't muscle, so the jiggle looks worse than it did when my whole thighs jiggled. Also I don't think I should wear plaid tights anymore (not for ballet class, I mean regular tights) because the muscles make the lines look wonky. Oh, the tragedy that is my life! XD;;; Does anybody want a few pairs of plaid tights?
My groceries tonight: a carton of milk and a bottle of vodka. I are a classy broad. It's not my fault white Russians take twice as much vodka as crème de cacao! *drinking a very strong one right now, which is why I'm kind of giddy*
My appetite has been weird all week. My period is due... now, actually, so I hope my body will calm down within the next couple of days. Hear that, body? I've been giving you plenty of iron in the form of red meat. I've even started the iron pills early, and have been drinking no tea, just so you can absorb that wonderful Fe so you don't feel lethargic and listless and tired. *hinting like mad* Seriously, it's getting annoying. This week's excuse is hayfever, which I hope will pass. I hate feeling this fatigued, and if it isn't seasonal allergies, I don't know what it is. Bloh. Like I want to try getting more sleep to see if that will ameliorate the situation! :P
Before I jump on the bandwagon and start that 10-day, 10-thing meme, here are some questions from tayles.
1. What do you think the first thing Tabitha would say to you is if she could talk?
She'd probably let me know in no uncertain terms that the lap time I provide is entirely inadequate and that I'd better start catering to her every whim properly, or my walls are going to look a hell of a lot worse before long.
2. Of all the local delicacies from around the world that you've tried, what's been your favourite?
Oh wow, that's tough... Can I pick more than one? XD In no particular order, here are some favourites:
- fresh corn flour tortillas in Guatemala;
- "white roses" (kind of like har gao, i.e. shrimp wrapped in rice paper) in Vietnam;
- croissants in France;
- feta cheese, black olives and lamb in Greece;
- cold yogurt-based shrimp and cucumber soup in Bulgaria;
- oysters in Miyajima;
- spicy meatball soup in Romania (quite possibly what made me sick as a dog on my 23rd birthday, but it was still damn delicious);
- potato dumplings, drowned in gravy, with fresh horseradish, in the Czech Republic;
- fried lotus root with peanuts and loads of spices in China;
- melts-in-your-mouth braised pork in Okinawa;
- fried onion pancakes in Taiwan;
- creamy seafood pie in Matane, Québec -- I can't for the life of me remember the name for it in French, and it'll probably come to me just as I fall asleep XD;
- fresh bannock bread in Moose Factory;
- deliciously fresh tropical fruit in Guatemala/Mexico/Vietnam/Taiwan.
3. You make a lot of clothes - what's your dream outfit? (And could I nag you to teach me some crafty skills when I'm back? XD;;)
Sadly, my sewing output has been just about nil for the last while. If you mean a dream outfit I'd make myself, I'd really like to make a sexy pencil skirt and a sleeveless blouse with detailing on the front and a collar that would somehow make my neck appear longer. XD The skirt would be a linen-silk weave, charcoal with a hint of blue, and the blouse would be patterned, possibly small polka-dots or something similar, somewhere between a satin and a crepe finish (semi-lustrous), in emerald green. I'd wear it with heels, a black or grey cardigan, big sparkly earrings, and a blingy ring or bracelet.
And of course you can. I've also promised several other people I'd teach them crafty stuff, so I'll have to follow through on that and have a sewing/knitting day at my place.
4. You know how smells can trigger memories? What smells trigger what memories for you? What smell makes you think of home?
I adore the smell of yeast rising. When I was little, my mother often made bread, and it's a very comforting smell to me.
I also love the smell of spring, of moist earth just exposed to the sun, which brings me back to when I was a child, when I'd put my rubber boots on and go kick clumps of melting snow through sewer grates. The smell of hot, damp concrete and vegetation is the smell of Asia to me, or at least of Vietnam, Taiwan, and parts of China. Clementines are what Christmas smells like. Japan will forever be linked to the smell of plum blossoms.
5. What's your favourite phrase in French? How about Japanese?
Hmm, I can't say I have a favourite French phrase, really -- my favourite word is velours (velvet) because it sounds just as soft as it is. I'll go for silly, and say "être dans les patates", which literally means "to be in the potatoes", but is used [in Quebec] in the sense of, "to be doing/saying/thinking something totally incorrect/the wrong thing entirely".
As for Japanese, the word 関係者（かんけいしゃ） (connected people, as in, people who have a reason to be here/authorised people/etc.) always gets a smirk out of me, but for a reason that probably wouldn't make much sense to people who weren't teenagers in Quebec in the 1990's. At that time, a popular expression that I used and abused, as did most kids my age, was "T'as pas rapport!" (And the sarcastic, "T'as tellement rapport.") Literally, it means "You have no link to this/nothing to do with this," but it was used in the sense that "random" has come to mean, i.e. "That's so random," like when your friend starts singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" in the middle of math class, or something like that. Anyway, my mind always translates 関係者 as "Personnes qui ont rapport." Yeah, I don't expect non-French-Canadians to really get that. ^_^;;;
That's enough, I'd better get to sleep before I'm tempted to make myself another drink. I need to be up at a decent hour tomorrow, after all.
Good night, everyone! ^_^
I'm tired from the week, and rather tipsy. You've been warned.
I'm getting to love Sayaka-sensei's classes more and more. Tonight I did pretty well, considering I'm pretty wiped out on Fridays, and my jumps felt effortless. *so happy* I had to prod myself to make it to the lesson, but as usual, once I was in the middle of it, it just felt so right and god, I love ballet. Even if I'm not very good at it, I don't care. It makes me feel beautiful and graceful for a little while, especially when I can ALMOST DO GLISSADES! AND ASSEMBLÉS!!! AFJKGJLFKDJ afjkl;fn!!! Victory was mine. *tears of accomplishment*
And then Sayaka-sensei, showing another woman how far she should be jumping, sent her flying across the studio with a well-timed assist in the middle of the jump. Let me tell you, the sight of a beautiful woman throwing another one around like that was pretty hot. *____* *fans self* Maybe she'll throw me around next time? :D~~~
Speaking of hot, one woman, who I'd never noticed in particular before, wore tight shorts over tights to class a couple of weeks ago. Normally, she wears yoga pants, and that's why I'd never noticed that her ass is amazing. Seriously, I couln't stop admiring it that class. I still can't stop, though she's since gone back to her regular attire. Damn, I feel like a pervert. XD;;;;;; *hides in shame*
In other ballet news, I still can't do the splits, but at least my flexibility is improving somewhat! I really need to be doing daily stretches, though. And figure out what the hell my other goals are re: my body. The trouble with developping the muscles in my legs is that the muscles highlight the areas that aren't muscle, so the jiggle looks worse than it did when my whole thighs jiggled. Also I don't think I should wear plaid tights anymore (not for ballet class, I mean regular tights) because the muscles make the lines look wonky. Oh, the tragedy that is my life! XD;;; Does anybody want a few pairs of plaid tights?
My groceries tonight: a carton of milk and a bottle of vodka. I are a classy broad. It's not my fault white Russians take twice as much vodka as crème de cacao! *drinking a very strong one right now, which is why I'm kind of giddy*
My appetite has been weird all week. My period is due... now, actually, so I hope my body will calm down within the next couple of days. Hear that, body? I've been giving you plenty of iron in the form of red meat. I've even started the iron pills early, and have been drinking no tea, just so you can absorb that wonderful Fe so you don't feel lethargic and listless and tired. *hinting like mad* Seriously, it's getting annoying. This week's excuse is hayfever, which I hope will pass. I hate feeling this fatigued, and if it isn't seasonal allergies, I don't know what it is. Bloh. Like I want to try getting more sleep to see if that will ameliorate the situation! :P
Before I jump on the bandwagon and start that 10-day, 10-thing meme, here are some questions from tayles.
1. What do you think the first thing Tabitha would say to you is if she could talk?
She'd probably let me know in no uncertain terms that the lap time I provide is entirely inadequate and that I'd better start catering to her every whim properly, or my walls are going to look a hell of a lot worse before long.
2. Of all the local delicacies from around the world that you've tried, what's been your favourite?
Oh wow, that's tough... Can I pick more than one? XD In no particular order, here are some favourites:
- fresh corn flour tortillas in Guatemala;
- "white roses" (kind of like har gao, i.e. shrimp wrapped in rice paper) in Vietnam;
- croissants in France;
- feta cheese, black olives and lamb in Greece;
- cold yogurt-based shrimp and cucumber soup in Bulgaria;
- oysters in Miyajima;
- spicy meatball soup in Romania (quite possibly what made me sick as a dog on my 23rd birthday, but it was still damn delicious);
- potato dumplings, drowned in gravy, with fresh horseradish, in the Czech Republic;
- fried lotus root with peanuts and loads of spices in China;
- melts-in-your-mouth braised pork in Okinawa;
- fried onion pancakes in Taiwan;
- creamy seafood pie in Matane, Québec -- I can't for the life of me remember the name for it in French, and it'll probably come to me just as I fall asleep XD;
- fresh bannock bread in Moose Factory;
- deliciously fresh tropical fruit in Guatemala/Mexico/Vietnam/Taiwan.
3. You make a lot of clothes - what's your dream outfit? (And could I nag you to teach me some crafty skills when I'm back? XD;;)
Sadly, my sewing output has been just about nil for the last while. If you mean a dream outfit I'd make myself, I'd really like to make a sexy pencil skirt and a sleeveless blouse with detailing on the front and a collar that would somehow make my neck appear longer. XD The skirt would be a linen-silk weave, charcoal with a hint of blue, and the blouse would be patterned, possibly small polka-dots or something similar, somewhere between a satin and a crepe finish (semi-lustrous), in emerald green. I'd wear it with heels, a black or grey cardigan, big sparkly earrings, and a blingy ring or bracelet.
And of course you can. I've also promised several other people I'd teach them crafty stuff, so I'll have to follow through on that and have a sewing/knitting day at my place.
4. You know how smells can trigger memories? What smells trigger what memories for you? What smell makes you think of home?
I adore the smell of yeast rising. When I was little, my mother often made bread, and it's a very comforting smell to me.
I also love the smell of spring, of moist earth just exposed to the sun, which brings me back to when I was a child, when I'd put my rubber boots on and go kick clumps of melting snow through sewer grates. The smell of hot, damp concrete and vegetation is the smell of Asia to me, or at least of Vietnam, Taiwan, and parts of China. Clementines are what Christmas smells like. Japan will forever be linked to the smell of plum blossoms.
5. What's your favourite phrase in French? How about Japanese?
Hmm, I can't say I have a favourite French phrase, really -- my favourite word is velours (velvet) because it sounds just as soft as it is. I'll go for silly, and say "être dans les patates", which literally means "to be in the potatoes", but is used [in Quebec] in the sense of, "to be doing/saying/thinking something totally incorrect/the wrong thing entirely".
As for Japanese, the word 関係者（かんけいしゃ） (connected people, as in, people who have a reason to be here/authorised people/etc.) always gets a smirk out of me, but for a reason that probably wouldn't make much sense to people who weren't teenagers in Quebec in the 1990's. At that time, a popular expression that I used and abused, as did most kids my age, was "T'as pas rapport!" (And the sarcastic, "T'as tellement rapport.") Literally, it means "You have no link to this/nothing to do with this," but it was used in the sense that "random" has come to mean, i.e. "That's so random," like when your friend starts singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" in the middle of math class, or something like that. Anyway, my mind always translates 関係者 as "Personnes qui ont rapport." Yeah, I don't expect non-French-Canadians to really get that. ^_^;;;
That's enough, I'd better get to sleep before I'm tempted to make myself another drink. I need to be up at a decent hour tomorrow, after all.
Good night, everyone! ^_^