If at first you don't succeed, pick yourself up and KRY again
I was sent to a special yoga class called Kryoga today for a review I'm supposed to write. I run twice a week and used to do yoga but Kryoga takes workout to a whole different level. I'm not going to say too much here or I'll steal my article's thunder but man, it was intense! We had to do all these squats and ab exercises that make you tremble in embarrassing ways or worse, undo the pose, which makes you look weak so you have to grit your teeth and hold it there because you can't possibly not do something the middle aged women are doing with so much ease. I'm thinking of doing it for good but I know my bank account's looking at me now like, "Oh no you don't" with pursed lips, forefinger up and hip tilted to the far right. SUCH a diva.
I don't know why my posts lately are so skewed towards discussing beauty and aesthetics but here we go again. Today I went and got my eyebrows and upper lip threaded. Eyebrows were a breeze; you know I'm Chinese so I don't have much to begin with. I'll bet the Indian lady is always smirking and thinking, psssh, silly Chinese girl spending money on removing three hairs. Upper lip was an out-of-body experience; i.e., it made my soul leave my body for a while. And I don't even have that much upper lip hair either but it was so painful I don't know how I ever let myself forget how painful it was. I'll never take more than a month to go back ever again! Maybe hairs are just resentful of human desire to get rid of them. It's like if they weren't meant to be there they wouldn't be and so if they are we should leave them alone, and if we simply insist on yanking them out then we just have to deal with the pain they orchestrate all over the various hairy parts of our bodies as they are forcefully evicted from their rightful homes. Sorta like villains in shows who, with their dying breath, muster every ounce of life force left in them to shoot the protagonist with the very last bullet. There's too much evil in this world.
In other news, the National Arts Council is cutting funds to Wild Rice theatre company because they stage plays that disparage the government. I tweeted "What next, send Hossan Leong into exile?" and guess what, DUDE REPLIED! He wrote "No need to send, I will go GLADLY!" The wonders of Twitterville amaze me, perhaps this is the first step to having Jake Gyllenhaal or John Krasinski replying my tweet saying, "Hey, I'll be in SG this week, wanna meet?" If I continue Kryoga I guess I have a shot at a hot body, but my hopes, they will always be fat ass.
I don't know why my posts lately are so skewed towards discussing beauty and aesthetics but here we go again. Today I went and got my eyebrows and upper lip threaded. Eyebrows were a breeze; you know I'm Chinese so I don't have much to begin with. I'll bet the Indian lady is always smirking and thinking, psssh, silly Chinese girl spending money on removing three hairs. Upper lip was an out-of-body experience; i.e., it made my soul leave my body for a while. And I don't even have that much upper lip hair either but it was so painful I don't know how I ever let myself forget how painful it was. I'll never take more than a month to go back ever again! Maybe hairs are just resentful of human desire to get rid of them. It's like if they weren't meant to be there they wouldn't be and so if they are we should leave them alone, and if we simply insist on yanking them out then we just have to deal with the pain they orchestrate all over the various hairy parts of our bodies as they are forcefully evicted from their rightful homes. Sorta like villains in shows who, with their dying breath, muster every ounce of life force left in them to shoot the protagonist with the very last bullet. There's too much evil in this world.
In other news, the National Arts Council is cutting funds to Wild Rice theatre company because they stage plays that disparage the government. I tweeted "What next, send Hossan Leong into exile?" and guess what, DUDE REPLIED! He wrote "No need to send, I will go GLADLY!" The wonders of Twitterville amaze me, perhaps this is the first step to having Jake Gyllenhaal or John Krasinski replying my tweet saying, "Hey, I'll be in SG this week, wanna meet?" If I continue Kryoga I guess I have a shot at a hot body, but my hopes, they will always be fat ass.