Two trees

This is funny, its like reaching out of a dream. One that you keep on having repeatedly and then realizing its not a dream anymore. I've been following some celebrities on social media and most of the time none of it brings me any good. Sometimes I feel envy, jealous for all the wrong reasons. I refuse to subscribe to them ever since - same goes for shopping sites and instashops as I call them. 

But when my buddy signed us both up for yoga - it was a pleasant surprise that it was to attend the infamous (well, to me it was infamous) yoga house that belonged to one of the local celebrities here. But to enroll for an intermediate class? Well, that was another thing altogether by itself!!

The class is well spaced out, with contemporary music playing in the back so you won't lose yourself to the music. The instructor was a lady, and with the small number of participants (yeay for me!) the instructor gets to attend to you and corrects your move as needed. The poses are intermediate and challenging as I am sure the other girls in the class (celebrity included!) are pretty strong.

I still suck at chaturanga dandasana. My upper body needs to beef up to support my butt - or I need to make my butt smaller so that I can carry it. Which makes no sense at all.

Can't believe I stopped training for a long while. Brings me back to the days - when all I had on my hands was time and small change shoved up my jeans pocket. Call this a new year resolution - but I intend on stuffing in more yoga (free or paid for, either or) as a present for myself turning 30 soon.

Yesterday we did headstands and I was so proud of myself like shit.

Beach Hogging at Two

My name is Mikael, did my Mama tell you how much she loves me?? Lol. What a cheesy entry. Boo. Since when were you ever scared of the waves?

Your bangs are long now, and the plan is to keep them chin length so that you could just keep them behind your ears. Sorry I am not that creative at putting together a manly look for you - the clips and rubber bands tilt you off the scale at the female end. Don't worry, Mama for sure knows you have not confused yourself with a girl. Well, #1 - you don't know gender bias ; that blue is for boys and fuschia and pink are for girls, #2 - you don't know the difference between a boy and a girl to begin with.

After turning two, you have a better memory of things and you pick up more on the surroundings. The sound of the waves overwhelm you - the beach sands please you - and the wind, well the wind is the secret behind the flying kites you so adore. 

One too many farewells

Six years later and my roots have grown pretty deep in the work that I am doing.. Today, two of the most important person in my career are leaving and like a bird in an empty nest, I feel abandoned and helpless.

I did not give him the farewell I had planned out days before. To thank and appreciate him for his support and faith in me. All of it left, by the clock striking 6.

That evening I shook hands with him and I knew he was aware of each of my thoughts and how I felt. 

Don't get frustrated.

Don't get too excited.

Don't lose hope.

Don't become a stranger.

It was like the list of things I'd leave before parting ways with F or my younger relatives. We both knew the last one was just so that it wasn't obvious what one thing you were talking about.

I pounded the pavement hard on my way to the train - confiused if it was extra hard from my riding boots or it was my brain wishing to explode and the feeling of lost hope swallowed me as the sun left the sky.

Don't cry. 

That was probably all he meant to say to me just now. 

Let me at 25