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i've pretty much figured it out. i mean, all i've really done is traded one addiction for another. wtf.
anyway, in keeping with the new years, and new things, and new ideas, i attended a yoga class today. dahn yoga. it was seriously some apeshit shit. my friend matt was getting hassled by this bitch to go so he was like... yo dawg... you wanna go? so i was like... sheeeet. psh you know i'm down for some yoga hotties. ohh fuck no. short ass asian dude, super skinny white european bitch with a fucked up grill piece, and a really nice older indian woman.
gas station, not casino.
so anyway, we get there and sign in and start stretching. every thing's pretty normal so far. but then he has us face a partner and start jumping and double high fiving, and thumbs upping, and jumping and spinning, and dosey doeing, and you know... so i'm starting to think this is some weird asian cult. but i mean, eventually we settled back in to some more normal shit, and i eventually figured out it was just used to induce happy thoughts. after a while he told us to lay on the ground, and we were listening to some chill asian music, and he kept saying stuff like... expel the stagnant energy through your "feenga teeps downn to yor tooose." then we did some neat meditation stuff using our "poms," or palms as you might refer to them. anyway, we got done and i just felt really relaxed and calm. it was really good stress relief.
then we went to the asian version of moes, called mama fu's. i think i'm turning japanese. even though the yoga was korean and the food was probably more chinese. whatever... they all look the same. chinkie eyed mother fucks.
no but really, Hoon was pretty cool. he was just a good natured dude. you could tell he could probably pull some pretty ninja shit. but i mean, really, it was a good experience. shit, i might go again. it's every tuesday, thursday, and saturday. plus, it's free, and i walked out of there feeling great. and i mean, you can't argue with that. well... except it's at 2 in the afternoon. so that's kinda shitty. but whatever.
i just made a cake. man... that shit is gonna be so good.
cake > live journal
peace.
anyway, in keeping with the new years, and new things, and new ideas, i attended a yoga class today. dahn yoga. it was seriously some apeshit shit. my friend matt was getting hassled by this bitch to go so he was like... yo dawg... you wanna go? so i was like... sheeeet. psh you know i'm down for some yoga hotties. ohh fuck no. short ass asian dude, super skinny white european bitch with a fucked up grill piece, and a really nice older indian woman.
gas station, not casino.
so anyway, we get there and sign in and start stretching. every thing's pretty normal so far. but then he has us face a partner and start jumping and double high fiving, and thumbs upping, and jumping and spinning, and dosey doeing, and you know... so i'm starting to think this is some weird asian cult. but i mean, eventually we settled back in to some more normal shit, and i eventually figured out it was just used to induce happy thoughts. after a while he told us to lay on the ground, and we were listening to some chill asian music, and he kept saying stuff like... expel the stagnant energy through your "feenga teeps downn to yor tooose." then we did some neat meditation stuff using our "poms," or palms as you might refer to them. anyway, we got done and i just felt really relaxed and calm. it was really good stress relief.
then we went to the asian version of moes, called mama fu's. i think i'm turning japanese. even though the yoga was korean and the food was probably more chinese. whatever... they all look the same. chinkie eyed mother fucks.
no but really, Hoon was pretty cool. he was just a good natured dude. you could tell he could probably pull some pretty ninja shit. but i mean, really, it was a good experience. shit, i might go again. it's every tuesday, thursday, and saturday. plus, it's free, and i walked out of there feeling great. and i mean, you can't argue with that. well... except it's at 2 in the afternoon. so that's kinda shitty. but whatever.
i just made a cake. man... that shit is gonna be so good.
cake > live journal
peace.