puppies in cahoots

i think the pups are in cahoots

 because i cant find all their grooming brushes. all of them.

and i’ve got quite a few.

kanasai.

on this night

.. i wish i was more.

more what, i do not know.

just that i wish i was more.

off to bed.

on days like these

you  know,  when  I  stay  home  to  watch  tv  in  my  pyjamas  with  a  face  mask,  i’m  not  lonely,  weird  or  antisocial.  I  actually  do  enjoy  it.

she’s a beiwer yorkshire terrier

 

 

the meeting

that’s pixie.

guess who’s smitten?

(by the way, beiwers are considered rare, and are actually the result of a recessive gene. the first biewer had 2 pure yorkshire ( bronco) parents. if they have offsprings we can expect them to be yorkshire terriers (ie like bronco).)

i want one!

its so lovely. watch!

the perfect shade of pink

the clare-bear bought me a pink mouse. a PINK mouse. tres love.

yoga?

so, 2 weeks in.

6 lessons, down 2 inches–waist. ( i can now wear the prefect’s jeans)

too many outfits & loving it.

:)

this time of the night the temperature dips

it is not an eerie silence. it is actually a noisy night, bronco is dreaming and giving the odd howl, the cats are waking up, the crickets are singing last of their songs and the neighbour’s chicken heralds the morning. i am awake, after too many attempts of going to bed.

i am okay, and it is a good thing. d is busy settling into school, battling homework and laundry (he asked me for some help, but i’ve never used a washing machine in my life). i am generally just busy with the year end accounts, and with life in general. it is never a dull moment in the house i live in anyway, and recently i have xiaocao, clare-bear & lashes to entertain me at nights and keep me company.

this long-distance is hard, there are too little words spoken in love or the fact that it is purely based on trust and understanding–which has always been concepts i’ve struggled with. we’re both learning, and this can only be a good thing.

am getting my life back on track. up at 8 am, down at 11pm. heave-ho, here we go. yoga classes, every other day. small dinners, good meals. spend more time with dogs, especially the ningcumpoop that sleeps in my bed with me. moisturise. detox. cut down happies. take vitamin c. eat fruits (and corn). give money to parents. save. seek god.

wish you were here soo soo, i’d love to go for classes with you.

taka brekkie

went for 2 yoga sessions in 2 days. Feeling quite good about self. :) bought a few new new yoga outfits, from elle, nike x 2, and reebok x 2. Matching sets. I like.

Anyway, i signed a one yr unlimited package with pure yoga, at taka level 18. Quite pleased with my decision. :) all the peoples free for breakfast at taka let me know. I do tend to the 9 am or evening classes.

The class sizes are quite big, i initially felt a little affronted by how many mats there were. But it turned out ok. I hope though to go anonymously, and not meet ppl i know there so i actually can get some time to myself and books and i pod while waiting for class. I burst out laughing today in class, as we were doing this crazy legs in the air pose, because i was thinking, how utterly embarrassing to be caught in this very position at this very moment by some ppl..

So there. I’ve declared my gym of choice. Pure yoga. Pls, especially if our lives don’t cross very well–ahem, thinks back to the crazy night i called the cops for a friend– pls go elsewhere. I just want to do my yoga in peace.

excited

starting yoga tomo with the clare-bear. Dinner w the xiaocao. :)