I’m feeling mighty cranky today. It’s pissing raining outside and I’ve got a mountain load of paperwork that no mountaineer would even dare scale. To top it off, I found out from Adie that the Adidas reps were attending the All Black fitting today!!
For the most of you not in the know about my fascination with rugby, I happen to love the All Blacks.
*disgruntled*
Dammit…
So this is kinda freaky. Well to me anyway. This shot was taken while I was doing yoga @ home. It was kinda late but I was being the volunteer guinea pig for my mate’s yoga case study which explains why the pic was taken.
Nyways, check out the light streak above me. The lighting in the room was evenly distributed so I’m not sure how that came about… hhmm..
I’m stuffed. Went to a meeting today at the Royal Yacht Squadron down by the Marina and in the midst of minute-taking, coffee hoarding and mild squabbling, I was merrily scoffing salmon and cream cheese mini bagels and sushi. Ahh, glorious glorious carbs! ;9
The meeting was good. I befriended a cool chick called Megan who works for a jewellery manufacturing co. I got to try on her .5ct white gold ring and amazingly it fitted me perfectly. So now I’m thinking of stocking up on some bling bling. Apparently the ring that I tried on would retail at around $2K but fortunately for me, can get it way cheaper seeing I’m in the trade. Well sort off anyway. It was like the 3ct white gold diamond ring I got to wear to last year’s ball. *sighs wistfully* Retail price… $30,000. I think it was a princess cut and really pretty…
I do apologize for the shortness of my last couple of entries. Work’s been hectic and outside my workhours, I’ve been living, drinking and eating dance. In this week alone, I’m now team-teaching out West, Takapuna and yesterday had an offer to teach hip-hop over the shore. I’m stoked of course and am currently rearranging my teaching times with my workout times. Like I thought of dropping NateNate’s Friday class in favour of doing Muay Thai training with Duan but now with this hip-hop thing, I can’t do that either. I’m not sure whether it’s in the bag but I’ll be popping by the gym on Sunday to have a look at the equipment and what not and to see how far away it is from my place.
Tomorrow (Saturday)’s gonna be killer. I’ve got kickboxing @ 8, yoga @ 9.30, weights @ 11 and Susan’s yoga @ 1. If I’m still keen, I’ll then follow this up with Joejoe’s combat @ 4 and then Jam @ 5. To be honest, eventhough with this overload, my body feels fine. I took yesterday off from training just to give myself a break and to prepare for tomorrow’s killer regiment. I’ve also been doing yoga for the past couple of days straight. See my good mate Susan’s teaching on Saturday and seeing it’s her first time instructing, I’ve volunteered to be her lil guinea pig. So as soon as I arrive home from the gym, I’ve been doing yoga with her. Regardless of what she says, I think she’ll do fine.
Nyways if I’m not wiped out from Saturday, I’ll do Nate’s 9am class and then head off to the hip hop gym over the shore before coming back and heading out West to do some mirror work. I wasn’t really happy with Monday’s teaching on my part. So yeah couple hours of that and I’ll be sweet. The other reason for me pilling on the training is cause Ron won’t be here. Marcus is graduating from the Army this weekend so he’s going down to see him.
Wish I could go… Oh well.
Nyways, gotta jet. Class is on now!
Talk soon!
xxo,
me-
Detached retinas seem to be the new rage. This month alone, I know 3 people who’ve undergone surgery to reattach them. It’s funny how most of us abled individuals seem to take something as prescious as sight for granted. Like pfft, it’s the total package. When you’re born, you should have all 5 senses. It’s expected.
Unfortunately for me, I happen to fall into the "taking things for granted" category. I’m known to throw a tanty if I don’t get my way or if I fail to get my grubby paws on the latest superficial and most expensive of materialistic goods. Temporary and worldly satisfaction. Isn’t that what we all strive to attain?
Where did all my years of learning spirituality go?
Probably out the window the second I nocuously learnt that the world is a jaded place after all…
I’m hella nervous today. So much so to the point where I’ve surpassed the paranoia stage and unto being totally and utterly superstitious.
I’m teaching Jam today. Though I’ll be on stage with Dion and Amy, I’m still hella nervous. Like yesterday while doing some prep work, I refused to look in the mirror cause I thought something was going to pop out from another dimension and get me. I know I know, talk about delusional but hey I have my quirks when it comes to certain things that I’d like to excell in. But then again, doesn’t everybody?
-Like I can never sleep if my feet’s facing a mirror or window.
-If I’m going to do kickboxing, I prefer not washing my handwraps (I’ve only just started washing them as they stank horribly).
-Same thing applies with my water-bottle. ;p
-If not checking for technical flaws, I don’t look into mirrors as they creep me out.
maybe I’m just plain-ol neurotic. Whaddaya reckon?
Hey for those of you who think I’m weird being perpetually cooped up in my gym, my gym happens to be a huge place to run around. You can check it out online @ www.lesmills.co.nz. I usually go to the Auckland Central branch but am team teaching out west in New Lynn. See, it’s not just a box. The place is HUGE!!
This Saturday was our instructors’ workshop weekend and it was awesome! They had masterclasses all day. It was heaps of fun as I got to meet up with some of my Jam instructor mates whom I haven’t seen since April when I did the module. Nyways I did G’s and Sarah’s Jam class and a bit of Chris’ Combat. I didn’t particularly enjoy Combat for some reason. I just didn’t dig the tracks and tend to like it better when Joejo’s teaching. I did a kickboxing session with David before that and when Combat started sucking, went down to the Circuit room and did some bag work.
I know I sound like a broken recorder but I always get a kick when training with David. He’s always teaching me new stuff (this week’s specials were 90 degree lower leg raises and power punches under 2 minutes) and is so supportive of my fitness aspirations. Recently I’ve been thinking of taking my black-belt for taekwondo, an art I took when I was 7 and never got around to finishing. Eventhough taekwondo’s not his forte and he has everyright in comparing it to kickboxing and slamming it, he doesn’t and furthermore thinks I should finish go ahead and complete the damn thing.
Nyways I’d better jet. I’m going to do a couple more hours of prep and choreography before I jet off out West.
Wish me luck!!
xxo,
me-
Is it 9 already? *yawns*
I was awake at 15 to 6 this morning cause I had to work @ the gym at 7. You know what’s screwed about about gym patrons?
1. The majority of chicks that go there need an attitude adjustment.
The funny thing is, this is regardless of bodyshape. I don’t understand them. Just because I work at the gym (I just work at the nutrition store) that doesn’t bring me below par to the rest of the world. In trying to help them in sussing out good nutrition and supplements, I’ve come across really bitchy chicks. Like this one time, this lady made this spectacle of herself in proving how much she hated the protein samples we were handing out. Bear in mind that this brand of protein powder was picked as having the best taste and that was in blind tastings. And there she was, lady X, in all her fucking glory, having a spew at me at bloody 7 in the morning.
And there’s naught much I could do. I couldn’t very well tell her to bugger off cause hey, that’s not good customer service. I just gritted my teeth and had this fake ass smile plastered on me. Having said that, I just thought to myself "Damn, this is WHY you’re overweight!" Cause i mean who the hell takes protein powder simply because it taste great??! No one ever said that the journey to getting fit was an easy one.
2. Most cute guys aren’t up themselves.
It’s so true! There are some humble hotties. I think they tend to get blackballed cause they just seem intimidating and therefore they must be. Take Joejo for instance. Initially I thought he was a major pratt. I never spoke to him and thought that his jokes and the way he interacted with his participants were so gay. And then when I went out clubbing with him and his mates, he didn’t seem so bad. Heck, he thought that I was being a snob (so not true.. ;)). The funny thing is that Joejo makes an effort now and even makes sure that I’m doing okay when he sees me upset/being harrassed. What a sweetheart!
3. Most sleazebags that I’ve come across at the gym are your average joes.
No elaboration needed here, trust me.
Well that’s my 2 cents this morning. NateNate was funny this morning. He saw me at the store and tried hiding behind one of the pillars as soon as he saw me looking at him. *rolls her eyes* He was sporting one of those Nike "Respect" Silicone Bands in green, (darnnit where’s mine?). Nyways I tried correcting his posture cause he was hunching very badly. So I got him to square his shoulders and thrust his chest out.
Like a girl…
*lol*
Amidst the bedlam, here I am cracking up and I can’t stop
I’ve got D Child’s "Girl" blasting on them speakers and I keep giggling when the chorus hits. Not cause of the lyrics but cause over the weekend when I was with the boys, Toma and Joash decided to mock the song and sing along in really high falsettos.
The problem was, they’ve got awesome voices so it was kinda like Justin T and Usher singing along with their balls squeezed… 
Nyways, I had sushi with my mate Richie today and we went against normal table decorum and read magazines (apparently it’s rude to read while you eat) at the same time. Between mouthfuls of yummy salmon sushi, Ritchie kept commenting on how anorexic some of the chicks in the mag looked and I must admit, I have to agree with him. I think it’s really unhealthy, having a mag who’s main readers are young teens (12-16) showcasing gaunt-looking celebrities.
Anyhow for most of the pages flipped, there was a comment. Just to let you know, Rich is a personal trainer (PT) and aside from being an absolute gorgeous darling, actually prefers chicks with a healthy amount of meat on them. Hehe it got to the point where I was like telling him to remind me to never take my clothes off in front of a PT for the fear of them being too critical. And do you know what he said?
"Resh, if I had a naked chick in front of me, trust me when I say that you won’t hear no complaints from me".
And then I remembered that aside from being an absolute gorgeous and awesome darling of a personal trainer, Rich on the most basic level, was also a guy.
*rolls her eyes* Ish…
Of all the inane songs with them inane lyrics to pop out of the music-making industry, the wiener at the moment has to be Brooke Valentine’s "Girlfight" collabo with Lil Jon. Have you really listened to the lyrics?!
*incredulous*
While I’m all for songs that empower us women, Girlfight does the opposite. I mean the bloody song’s basically about "Ooh, I’m calling you out girl and will be ripping your extensions to the nitty gritty cause you’d be talking about my man".
What are we, 5 again?
Girl, if he gonna be running some game with some other woman/man/animal/sub-species, then he obviously ain’t worth it, no?
Retract them acrylic claws and be on your merry way…
*wistfully*
Don’t you just love my boy’s tatt? Check out the delts and triceps.
;9
So I’m having a brain-fade.
It’s 5 past 1 in the afternoon and I’m in the midst of putting together another issue of the Flash. I’m on deadline of course as we go to print tomorrow (the 10th).
Being me- have I finished my editorial?
No.
Have I done my bestsellers list?
Hah, not even.
*sighs sufferably*
I’ve left it too late. Usually I’m quite good at organizing my schedule around especially if I know that there are a couple of marketing events with deadlines due that I need to sort out. But alas, procrastinating lil me decides to brainstorm and put everything together 24 hours before we go to print. Remind me to give myself a pat on the back when this nightmare is over. Oh wait, that’s right. I think I’ve got 3 more print media articles that are due sometime this week.
…
And have I started?
If you know me, you’d know the answer to that.
To give me inspiration, I’ve just had a quick bite and have swapped my placid Jasmine tea for some rich Columbian ground.
But coming back to the Flash, next month’s will be our year old anniversary! I’m so excited and yes you can be sure that I would’ve planned things out far better than this one. To all you folks and your quizzical looks, the Flash project is and has been my baby. It’s just a newsletter that I do on a monthly basis and it’s basically distributed to all my clients in NZ. I started it a year ago, around July04 and have been doing a monthly issue ever since. My clients love it and amazingly there are times when they’d take my advice.
…
My advice; and that my friend, is a big deal indeed. Heheh.
Btw I had a lovely weekend! Training was great on both Saturday and Sunday. My plan in taking last week off from the gym and not lifting a finger proved successful. David was still a bit apprehensive about me training with him as he wants me to take a FULL week off and not just Tuesday to Friday.
But I feel good. My obliques are a bit sore from kickboxing and dance. I actually ended up training for 4 hours on Saturday (which pretty much made up for lost time over the week) and 2 on Sunday. The Sunday Jam class was off the hook! Misty, who’s down from the States co-taught the class along with G and damn, did we dance hard. We were like body-popping and jumping all over the place like crazy. Which naturally explains why my torso is aching. Between classes, my mates and I were clowning around. Just your general silly stuff like yoga bird poses and 1-hand push-ups…
Oh and before that I went out West cause Amy invited us peeps who did the Academy for a thank-you lunch. I actually took a couple of photos so I’ll upload them when I get a second. She’s got a couple of ideas in wanting us to be a street team and basically representin’. How cool is that? I’ll just be dancing 24/7!
Aiights, I’m gonna get back to finishing the Flash. Victoria’s gonna be filming the latest Jam release today at 5 so I’m heading there straight after work as I’ve got my gears with me. Speaking of which, eventhough my wardrobe’s already chocker-blocked with clothes, I still think I need more. Georgia, Chanel and myself visited Footlocker, Platinum and Stirling yesterday and there are a couple of Adidas tops that looked aiight which in short, would look fabulous on moi.
The girls were talking about sponsorship deals with instructors and how one of Chanel’s mates scored a year-long Adidas deal where she was given loads of stuff along with a monthly allowance to buy even more Adi stuff. I thought that was wicked!
*wistfully*
What I really want is a black pair of signature Missy Elliot knee high boxing boots from them. Saw them @ Divo and Loaded but they’re SO expensive.
…
Well not really if you can willingly part with $400. :p
Nyways until I get my act sorted, I’m sticking with Stirling as I get given good deals there.
Aiights, outs. Talk l8tr!
*hugs*
xxo,
me-
