Thank God it is 12am and the Indian party is OVER.
There was a party going on at the nearby park downstairs at where I call home. The songs they played were Indian techno and Indian disco rock. On this 17 floor, it is as audible as I am IN THE PARTY. Yeah, I feel like chasing around the coconut trees, shake that bon bon and jump around in a sari.
When I look down at the tent they pitched, all I can see is bright florescent light lighting up the party as if is it day light.
Drum beating beats, disco rhythm but bright white lights?
Hmmm... where does that equation meet?
I so wanted to get down to the party, join the fun, eat banana leaf rice (yum-yum) and joget with the Indian people but I guess, I am too fair by their standards not to attract attention. Hahaha...
Anyway, Eugene has always lamented that I have some Indian blood in me. Some how or rather I get very well with Indian people, I can totally understand what they say despite the heavy accented English, I have a penchant for indian food (particularly BLR), dig bananas and above it all, fresh Jasmine flowers. Hmmm...
Talking about Indians, just last Friday we had a replacement teacher since my usual yoga teacher was away. This is the first time we had him. He certainly doesn't look Malaysian Indian, because he is very fair with a slight brownish hair.
He was a good teacher because he corrected out poise every now and then but while he was correcting my face I could honestly smell the curry he had for lunch! Hahahahaah...
I know it's embarrassing and I really wanted to burst out laughing but since he was very serious, I just had to swallow that giggle... hehehe... see, even now I can't help it. It was tough eh, not the poise, the laugh.
After class, my other fellow yogis and I were discussing about his age because he looked young at some angle but old at some. We wondered. Then we said if he were to cut his hair spiky just like the current fashion, he could pass as good looking. Girls... err, I mean, ladies... hehe...
And God has his ways to tease me. While I was walking out from my condo for a run in the evening, guess who I bumped?
Pari the man himself! (Sorry, I forgot to mentioned, his name is Pari).
Well... we chatted for a little while and I learnt that he was teaching yoga for the bunch of aunties in my condo. Poor him. Hehehe having to tolerate a bunch of out of shape, lard filled, troublesome women. Honestly, whenever I see them, I just try my best to evade or evacuate... heheh.
The funny part was after we exchange numbers, he messaged me asking for a favor because he left his IC at the guard house and also said he would like to join me for a run next Saturday. Oh well, play by ear, if I do go, I don't mind the company. But then he said can walk-run.
???
Apparently, he walk, I run. Hahaahah... common Pari, you can do better than that.
Oh, the run today was liberating. I don't have the knee ache which I thought would still be there and my ankle was not in pain. It was a good run, for 5km. But I could feel the body's total lack of fitness. I was already breathing very deeply at the last 1km and I started to feel the numb pain in the stomach (which only happens when one is running too fast without food and the body is not used to the energy required).
I am so totally out. I need to run more. Maybe slower but at least run a decent 5km without gasping. I so longed for that great stamina. Sigh.
But I am actually happy. Not even complaining because at least I can still run. Unlike those 2 quiet months, gosh. Heartbreaking.
But deep down, I really do not know when would I ever get back to running races. I truly have no answer to that. I am not laying a single hope to run in 2009 despite registering for 1 in September. Anyway, it is better not to lay hope then later be crushed with disappointment because my legs are not strong enough to bring me to a commendable finishing time and in one piece. Heheh...
So much for running. Despite it all, I am still very passionate about it. Everytime I run, I can't be more thankful over the feeling it vibrates in every single step I take. I can't quite describe the sensation but it's just an awesome feeling. A feeling of liberation. Awesome.
Alrighty, it is time to knock off. I need my sleep as I have got several cards to deliver by tomorrow so that chick can catch her boyfriend's and bff's birthday next week.
Hope all's well with everything and everyone.
There was a party going on at the nearby park downstairs at where I call home. The songs they played were Indian techno and Indian disco rock. On this 17 floor, it is as audible as I am IN THE PARTY. Yeah, I feel like chasing around the coconut trees, shake that bon bon and jump around in a sari.
When I look down at the tent they pitched, all I can see is bright florescent light lighting up the party as if is it day light.
Drum beating beats, disco rhythm but bright white lights?
Hmmm... where does that equation meet?
I so wanted to get down to the party, join the fun, eat banana leaf rice (yum-yum) and joget with the Indian people but I guess, I am too fair by their standards not to attract attention. Hahaha...
Anyway, Eugene has always lamented that I have some Indian blood in me. Some how or rather I get very well with Indian people, I can totally understand what they say despite the heavy accented English, I have a penchant for indian food (particularly BLR), dig bananas and above it all, fresh Jasmine flowers. Hmmm...
Talking about Indians, just last Friday we had a replacement teacher since my usual yoga teacher was away. This is the first time we had him. He certainly doesn't look Malaysian Indian, because he is very fair with a slight brownish hair.
He was a good teacher because he corrected out poise every now and then but while he was correcting my face I could honestly smell the curry he had for lunch! Hahahahaah...
I know it's embarrassing and I really wanted to burst out laughing but since he was very serious, I just had to swallow that giggle... hehehe... see, even now I can't help it. It was tough eh, not the poise, the laugh.
After class, my other fellow yogis and I were discussing about his age because he looked young at some angle but old at some. We wondered. Then we said if he were to cut his hair spiky just like the current fashion, he could pass as good looking. Girls... err, I mean, ladies... hehe...
And God has his ways to tease me. While I was walking out from my condo for a run in the evening, guess who I bumped?
Pari the man himself! (Sorry, I forgot to mentioned, his name is Pari).
Well... we chatted for a little while and I learnt that he was teaching yoga for the bunch of aunties in my condo. Poor him. Hehehe having to tolerate a bunch of out of shape, lard filled, troublesome women. Honestly, whenever I see them, I just try my best to evade or evacuate... heheh.
The funny part was after we exchange numbers, he messaged me asking for a favor because he left his IC at the guard house and also said he would like to join me for a run next Saturday. Oh well, play by ear, if I do go, I don't mind the company. But then he said can walk-run.
???
Apparently, he walk, I run. Hahaahah... common Pari, you can do better than that.
Oh, the run today was liberating. I don't have the knee ache which I thought would still be there and my ankle was not in pain. It was a good run, for 5km. But I could feel the body's total lack of fitness. I was already breathing very deeply at the last 1km and I started to feel the numb pain in the stomach (which only happens when one is running too fast without food and the body is not used to the energy required).
I am so totally out. I need to run more. Maybe slower but at least run a decent 5km without gasping. I so longed for that great stamina. Sigh.
But I am actually happy. Not even complaining because at least I can still run. Unlike those 2 quiet months, gosh. Heartbreaking.
But deep down, I really do not know when would I ever get back to running races. I truly have no answer to that. I am not laying a single hope to run in 2009 despite registering for 1 in September. Anyway, it is better not to lay hope then later be crushed with disappointment because my legs are not strong enough to bring me to a commendable finishing time and in one piece. Heheh...
So much for running. Despite it all, I am still very passionate about it. Everytime I run, I can't be more thankful over the feeling it vibrates in every single step I take. I can't quite describe the sensation but it's just an awesome feeling. A feeling of liberation. Awesome.
Alrighty, it is time to knock off. I need my sleep as I have got several cards to deliver by tomorrow so that chick can catch her boyfriend's and bff's birthday next week.
Hope all's well with everything and everyone.
