Hear ye, hear, ye!
Oh my gosh, I just got my butt totally whooped by yoga yesterday. I really underestimated the stuff when I first watched the DVD. I mean a workout, my kind of work out, is supposed to be jumping around and squats and running; you know hard core cardio. When I first saw all the breathing and “listening to your joints move” kind of slow movements on the DVD, I thought, “Oh hell-to-the-no, I can’t do this! I’d probably lose 1kg in a month if I was on a diet.” You know, the class was about 50 minutes. I however, only lasted 20 minutes and we were still doing the breathing exercises. I mean, the complicated poses were yet to come. I was feeling dizzy, my joints hurt, my head hurts. I don’t know, maybe it’s because Ziggie is out of shape, but damn. I don’t know what the type of yoga it is called, but you should try yoga... I think I finally found something that can really give me a work out.
And for your information, this was to finally honour active Sunday, even though it’s not Sunday today or yesterday. But it’s been a while since I pledged to be active on Sunday and um... I haven't even cleaned my room. I think I will try this for another few days to see if I have a rejuvenated, more flexible state of mind. In the mean time, let me grab a bag of cheese curls to reward myself for my 20 minutes of hard work... I’m not kidding.
Inhale.... Exhale!!!! Bye.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Happy Birthday Freddie
Hello there Frankie
Today’s post is dedicated to one of my favourite people in the world. My friends call me crazy and call him my obsession, I call him, my idol. Today is Freddie Mercury’s birthday. Freddie Mercury is my favourite front man and everything else after that. He fronted the band Queen back in the day...like in the 70’s up until his death in 1991. This day is marked on my calendar and each year I celebrate the very existence of such a man. I celebrate my own personal growth musically, logically and whatever-cally due to his existence as a musician. Call me obsessed, I don’t care. But this man has single handily created this brand we call the-Ziggie! How is that possible? Because I think he was himself throughout his career and that made Queen and its music special. Plus, he had a fantabulous voice. I celebrate his flamboyant attitude on stage, how he and Queen gave a new vision towards rock music by creating their own genre in a genre. This is purely my own opinion, argue with it if you must. It won’t solve anything though because my mind is set. So, I’m about to take my friends out to celebrate. Of course they don’t understand, they never will. But what the hay, it’s all for a man I admire with all my heart.
Happy Birthday Freddie Mercury xoxo.
I’ll be back soon.
Today’s post is dedicated to one of my favourite people in the world. My friends call me crazy and call him my obsession, I call him, my idol. Today is Freddie Mercury’s birthday. Freddie Mercury is my favourite front man and everything else after that. He fronted the band Queen back in the day...like in the 70’s up until his death in 1991. This day is marked on my calendar and each year I celebrate the very existence of such a man. I celebrate my own personal growth musically, logically and whatever-cally due to his existence as a musician. Call me obsessed, I don’t care. But this man has single handily created this brand we call the-Ziggie! How is that possible? Because I think he was himself throughout his career and that made Queen and its music special. Plus, he had a fantabulous voice. I celebrate his flamboyant attitude on stage, how he and Queen gave a new vision towards rock music by creating their own genre in a genre. This is purely my own opinion, argue with it if you must. It won’t solve anything though because my mind is set. So, I’m about to take my friends out to celebrate. Of course they don’t understand, they never will. But what the hay, it’s all for a man I admire with all my heart.
Happy Birthday Freddie Mercury xoxo.
I’ll be back soon.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Two Heads Are Better Than One
Yello!
You guessed it, school is back on. And yeah, I’m definitely feeling the kick, but I think I’m in a better mood towards school than usual. I also have this massive case of writer’s block it’s not funny. Writer’s block is frustrating and depressing and such a pain. I feel like I want to get somewhere but something is blocking me, have you ever had one of those dreams?
Anyhoozies, I would like to pose a question. Why is it so darn hard to work in a group for some of us? I mean, who ever came up with the notion that two heads are better than one may have not been referring to my group at school. So we’re writing this report and it’s got introductions and results and stuff like that, you get it. Firsties, the whole ‘group’ only pitches on the day before d-day and then every thing is fine for the first 2 hours...you know, we’re laughing and making jokes in between work. But then, I start to get agitated after that and start digging up the ‘blame wizard’ who paints the slackers with his wand.
We’re pushing the third hour, it’s getting dark and I’m cranky. I’m sitting next to Martha and Harris and they have, ever since the meeting started, been attending classes at the “Flirt Academy”. Harris can’t stop flirting with Martha and Martha will not stop giggling. So I look at these two and go, “Kiss already!” (In my head obviously).
Hour four...dum dum dum. I feel like strangling a teddy. Martha is about to type in the references, you know, that last part in a report where you acknowledge the literature you used. Martha has no idea where to start! “Where on Roy’s mother’s grey hair have you been going to school this past year Martha?!” I scream in my head. It’s almost 7 in the evening, its dark out and Martha still hasn’t a clue what to do. In reality, she is still giggling to Harris’ flirtation mechanism but in my head, I’m thinking of how much therapy I would get by strangling her. I take in a deep breath about to jump in and make my thoughts a reality, but then I remember, WWJD (what would Jesus do). Then I smack a smile on my disturbed face and go, “Martha, I’ll handle the references.”
You see what I mean? I’m lucky I made it out of there without hand cuffs. Of course Martha and Harris are pseudo names. I can’t understand why I’m always in weird situations like this. Does it come with the territory of having a name like Ziggie? Is any one out there thinking the same?
‘Till next time...bye!
You guessed it, school is back on. And yeah, I’m definitely feeling the kick, but I think I’m in a better mood towards school than usual. I also have this massive case of writer’s block it’s not funny. Writer’s block is frustrating and depressing and such a pain. I feel like I want to get somewhere but something is blocking me, have you ever had one of those dreams?
Anyhoozies, I would like to pose a question. Why is it so darn hard to work in a group for some of us? I mean, who ever came up with the notion that two heads are better than one may have not been referring to my group at school. So we’re writing this report and it’s got introductions and results and stuff like that, you get it. Firsties, the whole ‘group’ only pitches on the day before d-day and then every thing is fine for the first 2 hours...you know, we’re laughing and making jokes in between work. But then, I start to get agitated after that and start digging up the ‘blame wizard’ who paints the slackers with his wand.
We’re pushing the third hour, it’s getting dark and I’m cranky. I’m sitting next to Martha and Harris and they have, ever since the meeting started, been attending classes at the “Flirt Academy”. Harris can’t stop flirting with Martha and Martha will not stop giggling. So I look at these two and go, “Kiss already!” (In my head obviously).
Hour four...dum dum dum. I feel like strangling a teddy. Martha is about to type in the references, you know, that last part in a report where you acknowledge the literature you used. Martha has no idea where to start! “Where on Roy’s mother’s grey hair have you been going to school this past year Martha?!” I scream in my head. It’s almost 7 in the evening, its dark out and Martha still hasn’t a clue what to do. In reality, she is still giggling to Harris’ flirtation mechanism but in my head, I’m thinking of how much therapy I would get by strangling her. I take in a deep breath about to jump in and make my thoughts a reality, but then I remember, WWJD (what would Jesus do). Then I smack a smile on my disturbed face and go, “Martha, I’ll handle the references.”
You see what I mean? I’m lucky I made it out of there without hand cuffs. Of course Martha and Harris are pseudo names. I can’t understand why I’m always in weird situations like this. Does it come with the territory of having a name like Ziggie? Is any one out there thinking the same?
‘Till next time...bye!
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