Review: YogaTime

Today I barely pushed my limits and I almost reached into a split!

The day was supposed to start with beginner pole at Ecole de Pole but thanks to a miscommunication, I ended up getting turned away. So instead I tried two new studios - pilates at Physical ABuse and back to back yoga classes at YogaTime.

Pilates was a fucking bore but YogaTime was a fantastic find!

I haven't been trying out new studios since I've pretty much nailed my golden list of yoga studios and I already barely have time to clear them but this place was pretty solid.

I generally avoid any yoga studios that are a distance from mrt stations but all three times, I've been proved that the most obscurely located the studio is, the more dedicated their teachers are.

Tania greeted us at the door and shortly after, settled us into class.

The first session was yoga stretch.









Where I almost eased into my first split!

Tania is a very skilled instructor. I don't often take slow classes but the stretch class was refreshing. The flow was deliberate and deep. I reached into so many new flexy poses! 

After that was beginner hatha but since there were only two of us (excluding Tania) left, she decided to tailor the lesson for us. MY FAVORITE KIND OF LESSON!

The other lady wanted back opening stretches so we did a fair bit of bridge and wheel. I wanted inversions so we spent 15 minutes flying. Tania moved me around and with her guidance, I got into my first dolphin! Can I get a whoop whoop.

I'm lazy to go on but I played with new home stretches today so.







I cannot recreate the last photo's pose anymore but my God that is exactly how I want my wheel to look like.

Time to work work work work work.

Ever felt like

You're on the verge of something big, but you don't exactly know how to reach out and grab it? Or perhaps, you're too scared to reach out of your comfort zone and grab it, simply because it means opening up to new realms of failure?

But then again, those afraid to fail don't deserve to succeed, do they?

Happy birthday Shu!

I have the most fun colleagues in the world!

Me and Jie-e went through great lengths today to make sure Shu won't suspect us for the bouquet. But the first thing she said when she received my love note was, "Confirm is Nicole" so I guess we (almost) failed hah hah.

I received the printed copy of Lighting Today yesterday. Seeing my name in print as 'Editor' was a little less satisfying than I thought it'd be. Yes, I've coveted this position since my Weekender days. But I guess I'm one whole category away.

Till date, I'm unsatisfied with the amount of work I'm putting into my personal projects. It is mostly messy and lacks direction. And of all, it lacks a functioning partner. Gabriel is great but he only knows so much. I need more.

I guess I just have to be my own partner for now.

He said not to post it

But my boyfriend is, ironically, the only person who doesn't read me so oh well.

Sometimes I truly do wonder why he doesn't read. I mean, I wouldn't like it if he goes. There's a fair bit of me raging about what a royal pain in my ass he can be at times. But why doesn't he? Is it because he doesn't care enough? Am I uninteresting to him?

I guess that's fitting, since of late, I've been feeling like he isn't as interesting as he used to be too. Having a partner with interests so misaligned from yours is taxing. He wants to laze and fucking waste time on Dota, I want to be active and do yoga.

He almost allowed me to drag him into a HIIT session, but in the end complained about how it will give him cramps and yada yada and in the end, told me to not book anything first. In the end, we'll do nothing. I promise you that.

Oh fucking well.

A myriad of colors

I truly am go big or go home.

Kept convincing myself that in the pursuit of athletic perfection, I cannot dye my hair because I'll need to keep washing my hair and it'll lead to the color washing out at the speed of light but HERE I AM WITH GORGEOUS HAIR AGAIN!





I once asked Gabriel what's my obsession.

He was supposed to answer yoga or some shit, to which I will say 'do you know what yours is? poker' and cue intervention. But he flipped the tables on me and answered 'control' at first. I was pissed but asked him to elaborate.

He said I knows I hate it when I cannot control things. He said I try to shape him into a certain way and when it doesn't happen, I get miffed. I asked him for three instances where I successfully coerced him into fitting my mould of a perfect boyfriend. He was blank.

So scrape that and I asked again, demanding a better thought out answer this time.

This time, he knew clearly.

Perfection.

I didn't ask him for more, but he went on.

He described how in everything I do, I always strive for the best.

I like to tidy things and I cannot rest till the room looks spotless. I started yoga and since then have been aggressively trying to top every class I go to. I started my job and since then swallowed a fellow editor's magazine and am a dog with a bone with it, even after getting my degree admission.

And at the point of him mentioning it, I wanted to cry.

Not because I'm touched he knows me this well, but because he actually noticed. Someone noticed. Someone noticed I am stretching myself to all my limits, day in day out convincing myself that second best or doing less is for losers and that I must never accept it.

I thought my pursuit of excellence was quiet and unnoticeable. But he did. Someone did. Someone sees my undying efforts. My God.

What was I talking about again?

New hair colour!

Aerial yoga today was a riot.











Oh wow I should do this hairstyle more often.





We went exploring after class.

I wanted photos of my freshly-dyed hair before it fades. If you have friends with bright hair colors, 90% of the time it is because they don't do much exercising. I am so actively perspiring in class all the time that I simply cannot upkeep a colored do.

The photos don't do my hair justice but oh well.















































Headed to grandma's after!









We are the vainest little things.