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I went down to MonKok last night to check out the mYoga studio.
I ranted last week about if I should purchase 4 months worth of classes at mYoga Studio’s located in MonKok. After some pondering I realized that I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Yoga and that it’s not going to go away. (Can I say it’s pretty much calling me?)
I’ve decided to go through with it and pay for the classes. I accurately calculated the pricing out this time though and it ended up being cheaper than the price they charge in America which is roughly $12-$15USD per class. mYoga will charge me about $9 USD per class. That’s great!
I now embark on my road back to Spirituality, I was in and out of church for years until I finally gave up. None of this Baby Jesus stuff….I need me some God.
The Feaverish Photography Blog - An archive full of inspiring photographers, all emodying the eccentric and emotive styles I wish I could accomplish in my own photography. If I ever started to shoot again, which will be someday, I hope to be even half this good <3
This year has been the first time I can remember where I approached my birthday without expecting something to happen, good or bad. Probably the best decision I’ve ever made when it comes to holidays and expectations. It’s simple really. A friend told me last night when we were out celebrating that he can see I am the kind of person who has a hard time experiencing or dealing with simple concepts because I tend to make them ten times more complicated than they really are.
I felt kinda raw after he said that, but he’s right…although I don’t know when I started to give a crap what other people thought when it came to my ambitions towards being a better person, I always let my conscience do the criticising in that department. I’ve told myself that there are different types of people in this world and I just so happened to be the kind that has to ask a million questions and ponder before I can come to a conclusion on anything. I deal with it. (I’ve noticed that I have been mentioning a lot about finding balance in life lately.)
Back to the birthday details: Saturday night was so much fun! By 6 in the morning we were on the train going home…and everyone looked dead except me. I appeared to be heading to work after two cups of coffee. Ahhhh I love it. Who needs alcohol when you’re so drunk on life. Lmao kidding. (Speaking of alcohol my number one pet peeve is when people assume I’m ignorant when I say that I have more fun when I don’t drink. And then they offer me alcohol anyways stating I need it. Really now? Can you go die because I’m not interested? I have had plenty of drunken opportunities to make sure the decision to not drink is the best. And every time, the next day, I am proven right. See below for an anecdote of proof)
Side note: I’m writing this in my slinky beach dress that I’ve rediscovered after doing my first round of laundry since I came here. It makes me feel mucho sexy.
And another thing that makes me happy being all the way out here. The amount of time I get to daydream about men is almost as amazing as the NBA. ..No wait.(I don’t have TV) They are pretty much the same awesome. Regardless..they are both on the top of my wish list right now: A good NBA screaming session with some overtime attached, a fairy tale romance, topped off with some romance explosion. Yes. That is what I want .
ANECDOTE TIME
Two weeks ago I chose to indulge in some Seven Eleven vodka goodness with my two friends Ish and Nicole. Nicole was moving back to Canada the next day and we needed to celebrate. Three bottles of vodka later (each bottle was gone in 20 minute increments after they were purchased) let me tell you being stupidly drunk wasn’t any more fun than it would have been if I were sober, only more horny, and being more horny on a night where you don’t have a boyfriend and an international city of mutated STD’s is not a good mix (So don’t put yourself in that situation to begin with). It’s safe to say that we spent the night at one of our friend’s apartments safe and sound. The next morning, I am puking out everything I got and after a while of dry heaving my body can’t take anymore and I start shaking uncontrollably. Jesus Christ, what have I done. I finally get home after an entire day of pretending I’m fine and I go straight to bed. The next day ……which is Sunday morning, I look into the mirror to put my makeup on and I notice new areas of freckles that have appeared under each one of my eyes. And I think for a minute how they got there and then quickly remember my car accident from last May. When I smashed my face into the steering wheel at 70 miles per hour is the last time these little freckles showed up. I laughed so hard at the thought of dry heaving being so strong that the pressure alone caused bruising on my face. I immediately called my dad to tell him the funny ‘what the fuck was I thinking’ story. (He loves those). To end this anecdote, after I told him what happened he laughed and then told me some interesting information, “When I used to be a paramedic, the only time I saw that kind of bruising is when someone had been strangled to death.”
Wow. Vital. Now I know it is definitely not needed to drink that much, if at all.
Saturday night our work had a BBQ. And we drew eachothers names the day before to participate in what they call Secret Santa. Yes, I’ve obviously heard about it before but I’ve never had the burden of playing it. I drew one of the girls names in the office and last minute before the party I went to buy her a nice red Christmas plant for her office desk. It was pretty sweet. And then I forgot to bring it.
So I was the bastard at the party who didn’t have someone’s gift. Of course.
I promise her that I will have it on Monday. I’ts Monday and I have yet again, forgotten the damn gift. Why…why is Santa Claus so cruel.
Designer Vibrator. That’s the magic word. Excuse me: Words. Click on this link to view Yves Behar’s Jimmy Jane vibrator from start to finish, sketching all the way down to production and marketing. Christmas present thank youuuu <3
Wait. What’s the other leg for? I know I know there’s two, uh—-. But why are they so close togeth—- wait. Hold on. Where does that g—….uhm.
It looks like a paper weight, and if you know me I would probably put it on my desk at work. It’s so cute!
