Intoxi'Kath'ing Whispers

Yesterday, was my fourth sign language lesson. Honestly, I have never thought that I would take up sign language classes or even have a remote interest in this subject.  Yet, here I am.  How this came to be? I am not too sure myself. But I suppose you could say that there were a few factors that influenced my decision to take up this class. 1. Awareness When Starbucks Malaysia opened their first signing store in Bangsar, dedicated to employing deaf partners, it was something new to me.  A signing store?  Huh? How does that work? How does one communicate, "One Java Chip, grande size, soy milk, one pump sugar, no whipped cream" by signing? Then the movie, "A Quiet Place" , starring deaf actress Millicent Simmonds was shown in the cinemas. The movie itself was a whole new experience for me, with a majority of the length of the film being played in silence. Even the typical jump scare parts were not really scary as there was no creepy bac...

I'm procrastinating. I should be doing others things but I just don't feel like doing it. Like planning out my itinerary for my upcoming overseas trip or ironing my clothes. I feel so lazy.... Oh gosh. You know, having a soul adoptee to pray for is tough. But yours truly was greedy enough to adopt 9 living persons as her soul adoptees. Nine!! I'm making my own life tougher. And it is not as if my praying stamina is strong..! I'm lazy... but because I wanted to adopt nine living souls, I have to keep them constantly on my mind and in my prayers. Be it at work, bedtime, bus stop, daydreaming, they are always on my mind....circling round my thoughts. It takes a lot of commitment to pray for them. Sometimes, I struggle to pray, especially during bedtime when I'm half asleep. Or when I get distracted by a passing cat or other annoying humans as I wait at the bus stop. Or even at work where I just try to close my eyes in prayer and the office door opens with someo...

So, I had a Happy Meal for lunch the other day. Yup, you read that right. A McDonald's Happy Meal. You ask why. Because I was feeling down and needed some pick me up. So a Happy Meal it is... Unfortunately, it didn't do much to make me happy. Instead, I had to go to Boost Juice for some mood boosters. Kidding, hahaha!! But I really did have a Happy Meal for lunch and a drink from Boost Juice though. I had to ask the cashier what were the choices for a Happy Meal. *cries* It's my first time ok? I am clueless!! That's how I got my fish sandwich. Not a fillet o' fish. A fish sandwich. All because of the Happy Meal toy. Things I do for my nieces!! They had better be ready to wipe my bum when I'm old and bedridden. Honestly! But I love them both to bits. I love them sooooo much, I'm going to have another Happy Meal in two weeks' time to get another toy so that each niece will have their own toy. And not fight over it! Kids fighting over a toy is...

Ok, so I've been with this cold for a week. A cold that made me miss Pole class, a cold that made me sneeze like nobody's business, a cold that me quarantine myself inside my boss' room during work. (Let's hope the germs are all gone when he comes back... hahaha! Spray Dettol!) I thought it was gone. Apparently not. My mind is in a mess, so I kind of find it hard to articulate my thoughts right now. Excuse the random happenings popping up here and there. I cried at work a few days back, while discussing a project with the head of my department. The Head. Honestly, I don't know why I cried. I wasn't being reprimanded or humiliated or rejected. The horrible thing was, once the tears started, it couldn't stop!! I could feel tears pooling in my eyes, snot threatening to leak out of my nose. Worse still, I had to use her tissue!! And I used it all!! The horror...! (No face to see people now) I blame it on the hormones (period...), the cold and the ti...

Ooo...kay... I most probably shouldn't be here since I have to wake up before 6am tomorrow for a super duper early morning mass. But since I got distracted watching "Jessica Darling's It List" and didn't get to type, well, here I am. First, goodbye to exotic pole class! For now, hahahah. Honestly, I did not sign up for exotic pole. I signed up for beginner pole, but after a month, I had to move sessions due to the low numbers. Voila! I ended up in exotic pole class where you are encouraged to wear high heels during class. I tak larat ok? My left ankle still hurts occasionally and is especially triggered by high heels, so I've been wearing flats throughout these few months. Though, the exotic pole class is quite fun. Tough but fun! We learn these sexy moves and poses which I have never done before. Next month onwards, I am back to beginner pole class. Yay! I need to pick up the different moves again. I've not mastered the fireman, the backward reach...

Oh gosh...! I hurt my ankle during my first pole fitness class. I don't really know what happened as we weren't doing anything rough. Zumba is more high impact than this! Me being me, I didn't want to see the doctor. So the pain was with me for almost two weeks. The pain intensified one day, during my walk from office to lunch. I panicked and went to buy an ankle support (still not seeing the doctor, nope!). After some tender loving care, the pain receded. But now, the pain seems to be coming back after my second class! Does this mean I cannot attend pole fitness classes anymore? How sad, it's fun!