Month of nothing owed

I woke up sooooo early today.

I was so early that I had time to make breakfast and read my travel book and leisurely take pretentious photos and paint my nails. Guess what I have the most time for: spilling my nail polish all over my kitchen floor!

So instead of being early for work, I had to stay back and clean up my stupid mess for fear that the stupid paint would sink into the floor and everything the damned paint hit. Thankfully my day off got approved.

Instead of crying over spilled paint (actually I didn't cry, I raged and screamed and grunted throughout the cleaning), I decided to make the most of my day by going back to one of my most torturous yoga studios: core werk at Shiva Yoga!

It was torture like I never remembered.

I tried my best to do each set to the end, pausing only at this v-shaped exercise set that were fucking killing my legs. I was sore as it is from aerial yesterday and I still had a hot yoga session after and I was so swamped with pain, I almost walked out on the class.

But I gritted my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut and continued on and I FINISHED IT:







My stomach doesn't look like that usally, it just happened to be right after a punishing core session. They came out to weep and then retreated back in.

Anyway, thanks to my extreme commitment to my ego, I refused to give up even though I was crying inside out from the back to back torture. This is potentially worse than what I endured at R-evolution and Singapore Calisthenics Academy. I am not exaggerating.

The day was still young so I headed to clear all my IPL sessions. One of them was Cosmosecuticals at Raffles Place and so I landed up here, on a busy afternoon.







More than anything else, I wanted to work here. I wanted to be part of that promising throng with their fancy clothes and tight dresses. I once said the CBD is where dreams come to die, but I always knew it was just my insufficiency talking.

Maybe one day.

Review: Meditrina Deep Ocean Mineral Gel

I didn't use to exercise much.

The most strenuous thing I used to do was stretch my leg out to pick up a piece of tissue of the floor. I wish I was kidding. Nowadays, I am picking up a lot more than tissue. I've done weights, battle ropes, pull-ups, and I am ridiculously proud of myself for coming this far.

But the thing about suddenly introducing activity back in your life after 23 years of general idling, and so intensively so, is that it wakes up all your muscles.

I never knew I had back muscles. I never knew I had biceps. I found them all in the middle of my exercises, most evidently during HIIT at R-evolution and all my inversion practices at Strala.

And because I never knew how to activate my muscles, I never knew the kind of ache using them could bring.

For the entire month of November, I woke up everyday with aches the size of Tampines due to my daily classes. I just grew to ignore them and power through anyway, which would lead to me sometimes collapsing abruptly in class because I simply couldn't hold on any longer.

I'm highly attuned to my body. I can tell you exactly which part of my body is aching, but I never knew what to do about it. Usually I’ll just let it ache till it goes away by itself. Then I remembered a product given to me a while back.

I finally unboxed my Deep Ocean Mineral Gel from Meditrina.





My tummy looks thick because this was filmed from a higher angle and my body was arched forward. It was either fat face or thick belly. I chose wisely.







Squeezing a bit of it on my palm.




I couldn't decide where to try it on. Went with my triceps and back, which have been irritably sore the whole week thanks to my back-to-back Shiva Yoga class, which I love so no complaints here heh heh.




Anyway back to the main point: I don’t like applying things on my body, be it moisturizer or sunblock, because I dislike how long it takes for it to seep into my skin.

But the Meditrina DOM Gel was surprisingly fast. Within seconds of applying, it has sunk evenly into my skin, enveloping my muscles in a slow warmth, with the heat rising steadily into a comfortable crescendo.

And my muscles relaxxxxxxxxed.

But to add, the sensation differs from person to person.

The warm sensation I was experiencing may be due to inflammation in my muscles. I'm not surprised, I'm sure my muscles are irritated 24/7 from my constant abuse of them. You might experience a cooling one if your muscles are better off!









Minutes after applying: it has fully seeped into my skin!

There is nothing as wonderful as having heat targeted at your muscles. I once sprained my foot at the trampoline park (exact location above) and my mum gave me this unsightly plaster to paste on that worked.

I remember loving the glowing warm sensation on my muscles but discarding it as soon as I had to leave the house because it was admittedly hideous. But now, with this DOM gel, it’s pretty much invisible.

I have a sports/ yoga kit with me 24/7. In it is a brush, a mist moisturizer, an unscented lip balm, and a couple of rubber bands and clips. I used to have heat patches too but it didn’t take me long to realize that I’d rather go with the ache than look stupid with a patch.

And now, I have a handy go-to for all the most punishing classes I go to (clouds part as a single dove descends from the sky and whispers "you're welcome" to me)

If you’re a regular sports goer, I suggest you keep a bottle around too. Sometimes, especially in inversion-heavy yoga, the body gets twisted into new shapes and you end up pulling something, leaving a throbbing ache in its place. Nothing eases that up as quick as some heat!

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DOM© Gel (Deep Ocean Mineral Gel) is a macro mineral and botanical approach to muscle relief by using trans-dermal delivery system; a method of delivering nutrients to the body through the skin, the largest organ of the body.

It is suitable for sportsmen and women and can serve as a handy on-the-go quick fix or for a good rub down at home after a long day of working your muscles.

To purchase, simply follow the steps below:

1. Register as a member on www.meditrina.com.sg
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3. Free delivery within Singapore with purchase above $50
4. For every $10 spent, accumulate 1 point for a $1 rebate for your next purchase!

No more excuses on how your aches are preventing you from taking a next class now!

Aerial forever

Today was (almost) back to back at Milan Pole Dance Studios.

I woke up at Gabriel's, late. He was sleeping soundly even though he had church and I delighted in waking him up with annoying kisses. He kept batting my baby hair away and wrestled me into his chest so I'd stop wriggling about.

I dragged him awake and he took his time slowly deciding what to wear. Because he's always so slow, I would end up sitting and waiting for him, which gives me a lot of time to stare at his belly and wonder why I find it so magically sexy. It is such a hot dad-bod. I hope he never loses it.

It reminds me of what Fabienne said to Butch, about how, "It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same."

Of course I'd jump on Gabriel if he had a six-pack but his belly is so much nicer to hug. I can't hug washboard abs to sleep, but I can wrap my hands around his back and rest them safely on his belly.

Mmmhmm.

Moving on.

I headed to my class!

It was my sister's first time at aerial silks and I was terrified she'd give up. Her being onboard was supremely important because I am installing a yoga hammock in my room soooo heh heh heh.

Usually I'd spend the lesson fully immersed in class and concentrating fully on the routine. But today, I kept studying the carabines and wondering how to turn my hammock set-up into a twistable hammock one. If you happen to be a professional, please advise me.

The class today had a very short routine, but I deeply enjoyed one of the moves. It was a feet-less one that stresses on your upper body strength and hand grip to keep yourself engaged with the silks. It is a more graceful variation of what Cyn Currie used for her Kuala Lumpur helo-silks.

And so I made sure to perfect this, to accomplish my eventual goal of dying by aerial silks.













FUCK I AM GETTING FAT.

Anyway, a fruitful class later, sister said she wanted to throw up so we decided to head home and come out for the lesson after. Strangely, her nausea stopped after I found a colorful string of shophouses she could take a photo at. In fact she felt so well, she could stretch into a semi bow-and-arrow cheerleader's pose.









I will get into it too one day.

Side-note: I hate that I will never forgive Gabriel's ex-cunt for my irrational hatred of cheerleaders.

My acro yoga instructor from One Wellness and aerial yoga instructor from Evolution Fitness see me regularly. When they found out I've only been in yoga for three months, they marveled and ask if I was a former cheerleader, because I have controlled form in all landings/ falls and probably also because I'm tiny and easy to throw around.

In my head I will be screaming NO I AM NOT A FORMER CUNT/ LEG-SPREADING WHORE/ DISEASE-RIDDEN SLUT, I WAS AN ENGINEER (the one time I'm proud of this) but of course, I'd instead reply, "No la hahah -insert misc humble bullshit here-" with all my veins twitching.

It is now the one outfit missing in my arsenal of bedtime play costumes for Gabriel. Which is alright because Gabriel has always been ridiculously proud to call me his "writer/ editor girlfriend" to his superiors and writing is a famously poor-paying occupation lol so time to add some buy-my-articles-so-I-dont-have-to-eat-them inspired rags to my collection.

Back to topic.

We got home and I set up Kungfu Panda and we watched Po throw up instead lol. I love animated films but I don't watch them much unless Gabriel forces me to, but this film was a relentless showcase of class A one-liners back to back. No wonder my mum loves the series.

Aerial hoops was due right after our home movie and I had to drag my sister to it.

Hoops was a LOT more painful than I remembered.

My crotch was crying three minutes into a hang. I tried to make it look as effortless as possible but this session was far from my best. Maybe I should buy aerial hoops for home too hahah.

It is sad that when my family lived in a 5-room executive flat, I found no use for the space. I could've housed a pole, an aerial silk setup, an aerial hoops setup, three yoga mats and an entire monkey-bar training ground but I didn't. In this current 3-room flat, I cannot walk three steps without banging into something. Sigh.

Maybe that's why I like being aerial, because my current house is so cluttered that all I wanna do is stay in the air where there's still space lol. I make do I make do.

Not my best form.

Also I got fat.

GODDAMN YOU, COMPLEX CARBOHYDRATES.













I was almost sleeping after class because I was so God-tired from rushing around all day. But I promised my grandma I'd go over and so I did.

She didn't know what time I was coming so she prepared a feast early and by the time I reached, everything was cold. And I felt so ridiculously guilty that I made her wait. But she didn't mind and I told her my happy salary story heh heh.

She insisted on having my uncle sent me home and on our trip back, I made her take photos even when she wasn't ready, which is why I have a lot of unglams of her and NONE OF ME. I am the vainest granddaughter ever!!!!



















Gabriel was at my place waiting for me by the time I reached and we had another mini-date, getting ice cream and shopping for my new Asus T100 Transformer for my solo trip. I need to weigh that against getting a Canon N2, though the latter was almost out of my mind by the time I typed this.

We watched a weird-ass Chinese show together after that with him laughing at everything and genuinely surprised that Chinese graphics can come so far. The show was creepy but I loved watching his reactions. I think he is my favorite tv show.

Fell asleep with my happy baby :)

Chinese food confuses me

What a spectacular week it's been.

As if getting my salary from my evasive ex-manager and seeing my name transcend a byline and into an "editor's note" wasn't enough, the tip of my cherry came when I unlocked a new record for my headstand — 5 SECONDS AND COUNTING!

This pose eludes me almost as much as my ex-manager did and I was gonna give up on it. I had no illusions of mastering it anytime soon. But my baby brother convinced me to try it on the bed and holy shit IT WORKED.













And such great form and fall no less!

I was telling my sister that our baby brother is the best of us, cause there are poses I cannot do and poses she cannot do, but my baby brother bridges it nicely by being able to do everything in between. So here is him and the sister in a flawless wheel:









And me and him again in tripod, which he preferred:









Sigh I am getting fat.

Waited around for Gabriel to finally wake up and we headed to Sentosa!

We got into a fight over a meetup and I was doubly pissed at him because he was ruining my brilliant day. As a result, I refused all his kindness afterwards, even though I truly was surprised that this time, he was willing to let down his ego so quickly.

I eventually flipped and knocked down a couple of pails and a ladder and my man, my wonderful man, he picked up the pails, set them upright in front of me again and waited for me to knock them over again.

The last of my rage led to me giving him back the ring because I didn't want to wear it right now. And that was the only time he went icy-cold, asking if that meant I wanted a breakup and if I didn't, I should never do that again.

We resolved it and I asked him afterwards why he was so forgiving and tolerant this time.

He answered very simply,

"Because I want to make you my wife."





















































How can I not love a man like that?

We made our way to the luge, to which he lost twice because I AM FOREVER UNBEATABLE. Also because I'm much lighter than him so my ride glided like silk. He got adorably annoyed and so we killed the idea of a 3rd and went for dinner.

I think every day out with him is an adventure.

For instance, we had lunch at Soup Restaurant. If you know me, you'd know I'm notoriously Western with my food choices. I eat live breathe fish and chips. I would sooner chicken chop myself to death than suffer a day with Hokkien mee.

So when our Samui Ginger Chicken (the extent of my lack of knowledge stretches to how I don't even know what we ordered, I had to Google) came, I just picked a slice and ate it, unimpressed.

He wore the most horrified look on his face and insisted I eat it "the lettuce way". I told him I'd rather eat the spoon. I don't eat vegetables, which means I am the 1% anomaly disproving that vegetables give you flawless complexion — it's actually just superior, height-lacking genes.

So I watched him carefully tear a leaf of lettuce, gingerly (heh heh) picking up a slice of chicken, saturating it generously in the ginger schmuck, and then carefully wrap it up before happily chomping it down.

What an interesting way to eat. No wonder the Chinese comes up tops in everything. We have to make everything more unnecessarily hardworking and difficult than it is.

I started to help him with the wrappings but if you know me, you'd know I'm a woman with little patience. I want things done fast, efficiently, and not necessarily accurately. Which led to at least three failed wrappings.

He criticized the first and when I threatened to not breathe (I hold my breath and bloat my cheeks when I'm angry. I only breathe again when he apologizes), he decided anatomically-uneven wrappings were the way to go.

We headed out for a walk. The closer it gets to his long sail, the more frequently it crosses my mind. I'd hold him and start to cry out of nowhere and he'd ask what's wrong and figure it out and I can't imagine not having this for three months.

We went home and I had to wait for him while he went downstairs to get something. I pretended to be asleep and when he came out, he lovingly climbed on top of me and asked if I was asleep, then kissed me awake anyway :)

Three months without this.

Sigh.

I forgot how the rest of the night passed. I might have asked for a snack and he might have dragged himself out of bed just to make toast and please me. Sometimes I marvel at what a crazily dedicated boyfriend he's become. How very glad I am that I hung on till now.

He set up Kungfu Panda and I thought of what my sister said, about how Gabriel is pretty much Phil and I'm Claire. And how he's already ready to be a dad because all he wants to do is laze around and watch family movies, just like my actual dad.

What a very lucky girl I am.