Post About Nothing

there comes a time when you try to say something, but there are just too many thoughts going in different directions, you end up getting confused.  so, instead, you say nothing, or at least say nothing that makes sense.

i’ve been neglecting my guitar somewhat, for i’ve been too caught up with this whole i-will-not-gain-weight mission. it’s rather stupid, really. i don’t think i’ve ever been THIS obsessed with working out before, minus them days when i was a junior tennis player.

then, there is the thought of kurt cobain. my biggest regret is probably not having seen nirvana in concert. so, instead, i think i’m gonna tattoo cobain’s “smiley” face on my body… just a thought…

i’ve also been thinking what life i’d have if i were a cat. my cats are getting bigger now thanks to my “feed them around the clock” mantra.  by the way, i’m thinking of tattoo my cats on my body too… yet another thought…

maybe i should learn blues piano one of these days. the book i got from amazon.com has been lying on my bookshelf, collecting dust for years. still haven’t found the “right” time to start practising…

maybe i’m just restless. i couldn’t even decide whether to drink peppermint tea or milo, so i made both. now, i’m sipping them simultaneously, and the taste in my mouth is getting a little odd…

Common People, Common Solutions

i haven’t been feeling quite myself lately; the workload has finally hit me, i guess. for the past few days, i’ve been doing some “breathing” yoga cos my colleague and good friend swears by it. while i do feel much much better in the preceding hours, the good feeling doesn’t quite stick for as long as i’d have hoped.

so, on to the last resort: MUSIC! perhaps some of you are too young to know this band, but back in my days, pulp was da bomb. it’s always fun to see a super quirky character like jarvis cocker in action. make the lousiest day that much more bearable.

Fatigue…

it’s the eighth day of my fight against weight gain, and i’m knackered… while i’ve – hurrah! – lost a good one kilogramme, the fatigue is slowly killing me…

i don’t know if it’s cos old age has finally caught up to me; my body is aching in places so foreign to me, i’m actually contemplating getting a cane to help me climb up them flights of stairs at the office.

darn, am i getting old? really old? old-age old? old like i-should-be-retiring old? old like “yoga for old folks”-is-too-much-for-an-old-lady-like-me old?

Work Your Powerhouse!

my doc started me on this medication that is famous for making people put on 10 kilogrammes a minute. so, to counter that, i downloaded loads of workout clips… *ahem*…. illegally.

i thought i would like kickboxing better than yoga, given i’m hyper and all. but instead, i sooooo wanted to re-do winsor’s 50-minute pilates workout, even though my “powerhouse” (abs) was screaming for a breather. what can i say? i have been sucked into the whole yoga trend, and it is FUN!

now, all i need now is to be able to touch my toes…

Hooked On Old Fashioned Girl

it’s that time of the year when listening to metal music doesn’t quite do it for me. usually, i can count on bob dylan to save the day. but this time around, gomez are my boys. there’s something about brit rock that is just so darn pleasing on the ears. while there are some good american bands, their creativity, in terms of arrangement and songwriting approach, often lack the all-important element of surprise.

their song “see the world”, as i’ve linked from youtube here, is one of them songs that makes me ponder… about everything under the sun. it’s soothing. it’s warm. it has everything that make a rainy day more relaxing. so, enjoy now and find yourself an old fashioned girl…

Day to day
Where do you want to be?
‘Cos now you’re trying to pick a fight
With everyone you need

You seem like a soldier
Who’s lost his composure
You’re wounded and playing a waiting game
In no-man’s land no-one’s to blame

See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all’s been said and done
It’s the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you want

Empty handed, surrounded by a senseless scene
With nothing of significance
Besides a shadow of a dream
You sound like an old joke
You’re worn-out, a bit broke
An’ askin me time and time again
When the answer’s still the same

See the world
Find an old fashioned girl
And when all’s been said and done
It’s the things that are given, not won
Are the things that you want

You’ve got a chance to put things right
So how’s it going to be?
Lay down your arms now
And put us beyond doubt
So reach out it’s not too far away
Don’t mess around now, don’t delay

OuCH!

i’ve been having this massive headache since i woke up this morning. must have been too much late-night tv. maybe i should seriously consider cutting down some…