.: rush hour :.
Sunday rush.
Accumulated twenty plus points for the final evaluation.
I footed. Thanks to the instructor, who coincidentally share the same name as the man - he had to ask me if I was nervous during the circuit assessment.
I was, as usual.. selenger enough to turn and look at him while trying to balance the bike.
and eventually lose my balance.
Though somehow along the way, I manage to relax.
I am 'a-figure-of-8-phobe'. So even though my timing was 0.25 seconds off (that is 4 points), I was more confident. Especially since I dont intend to have a replay of my 'superwoman-on-the-curb' fall. Its a painful sight, I tell you.
My tutees were demanding Christmas gifts.
Pampered kids. Would have shoot them if I haf my water gun.
I think I need to learn some tricks from teacher Lenny.
Shes like Mrs Doubtfire - the pink hair version. :)
My supposedly yoga buddy MIA-ed.
So I headed for the trial session alone. And made frens with MANY aunties.
It was my first yoga session where the instructor spoke 95prcnt mandarin.
I pretended to understand. Oh well, I nodded my head when he asked if I undrstood mandarin.
He didnt know that after 3 mths of mandarin course, I could only (1) scold bad words'c****' (i noe some of my ex students read my blog, so i better refrain from cursing) (2) order tea and coffee 'auntie, wo yao ipei cha/kafei'(3) ask the dad for money 'pa, wo yao chien' (4) say thank you (xie-xie ni). Ok, I shalt not humiliate myself or ruin other peoples language.
Digressing.
Ok, back to the yoga class. Thankfully I had practiced yoga before.
And in between the relaxation poses, I thought of the geng and our kickboxing sessions at gombak stadium. Haha.
Kak ila, Maria, Rai.. Ingat tak? Lol.
Excited to be back in school.
I shall learn to pack my schoolbag bfre I turn in.
Like after 21 years? Haha.
Take it positively, its never too late!
Today is one of the days when I feel like telling everything.
So pardon the long-winded entry.
But really girls, doesnt it feel good to keep everything off the chest?
Even though no one actually listens.
Ok, scoots.
Man-U therapy.
Sunday rush.
Accumulated twenty plus points for the final evaluation.
I footed. Thanks to the instructor, who coincidentally share the same name as the man - he had to ask me if I was nervous during the circuit assessment.
I was, as usual.. selenger enough to turn and look at him while trying to balance the bike.
and eventually lose my balance.
Though somehow along the way, I manage to relax.
I am 'a-figure-of-8-phobe'. So even though my timing was 0.25 seconds off (that is 4 points), I was more confident. Especially since I dont intend to have a replay of my 'superwoman-on-the-curb' fall. Its a painful sight, I tell you.
My tutees were demanding Christmas gifts.
Pampered kids. Would have shoot them if I haf my water gun.
I think I need to learn some tricks from teacher Lenny.
Shes like Mrs Doubtfire - the pink hair version. :)
My supposedly yoga buddy MIA-ed.
So I headed for the trial session alone. And made frens with MANY aunties.
It was my first yoga session where the instructor spoke 95prcnt mandarin.
I pretended to understand. Oh well, I nodded my head when he asked if I undrstood mandarin.
He didnt know that after 3 mths of mandarin course, I could only (1) scold bad words'c****' (i noe some of my ex students read my blog, so i better refrain from cursing) (2) order tea and coffee 'auntie, wo yao ipei cha/kafei'(3) ask the dad for money 'pa, wo yao chien' (4) say thank you (xie-xie ni). Ok, I shalt not humiliate myself or ruin other peoples language.
Digressing.
Ok, back to the yoga class. Thankfully I had practiced yoga before.
And in between the relaxation poses, I thought of the geng and our kickboxing sessions at gombak stadium. Haha.
Kak ila, Maria, Rai.. Ingat tak? Lol.
Excited to be back in school.
I shall learn to pack my schoolbag bfre I turn in.
Like after 21 years? Haha.
Take it positively, its never too late!
Today is one of the days when I feel like telling everything.
So pardon the long-winded entry.
But really girls, doesnt it feel good to keep everything off the chest?
Even though no one actually listens.
Ok, scoots.
Man-U therapy.
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