4 Gals & "Quite a bit of Cow"

This morning… I open my bedroom door and walk out in my yellow top and striped pyjama pants. Me: “Hi Wanting…Good morning!” WT: *double-take* Ahhhhh! *giggles**giggles**giggles* Me: What? Why are you laughing? WT: “Oh…heh. Nothing lah…you remind me of Bananas in Pyjamas.” Me: ???!!! Yesterday… After a hectic morning settling grant applications, I settled into a somewhat leisurely and culinary afternoon. I had no role in the culinary aspect of the day other than ‘building’ a salad (HJ, I think I now []

4 Gals & “Quite a bit of Cow”

This morning… I open my bedroom door and walk out in my yellow top and striped pyjama pants. Me: “Hi Wanting…Good morning!” WT: *double-take* Ahhhhh! *giggles**giggles**giggles* Me: What? Why are you laughing? WT: “Oh…heh. Nothing lah…you remind me of Bananas in Pyjamas.” Me: ???!!! Yesterday… After a hectic morning settling grant applications, I settled into a somewhat leisurely and culinary afternoon. I had no role in the culinary aspect of the day other than ‘building’ a salad (HJ, I think I now []

The Procrastinator's Creed

It’s nearly 4a.m. and I’m still up because the SSHRC website is overloaded and I can’t retrieve my online application. Strangely though, I’m calm and resigned. I have no excuse. I’ve been told that the website tends to crash on the eve of the application deadline. But for some reason unfathomable to myself, I kept working on my Program of Work instead of printing out the online application forms earlier. Hmmm. Small consolation that my OGS application is completed without a hitch. []

The Procrastinator’s Creed

It’s nearly 4a.m. and I’m still up because the SSHRC website is overloaded and I can’t retrieve my online application. Strangely though, I’m calm and resigned. I have no excuse. I’ve been told that the website tends to crash on the eve of the application deadline. But for some reason unfathomable to myself, I kept working on my Program of Work instead of printing out the online application forms earlier. Hmmm. Small consolation that my OGS application is completed without a hitch. []

All Spiced Up

Ok, both HJ & HM have blogged about my spicy sms duel with HM. But I’m particularly fond of that duel as well so while I shall not discuss it here, I strongly encourage a visit to their respective blog entries: Spice Up Your Life (HM’s first hand account of the duel) HJ’s “innocent bystander” account Ann’s “Knight in Shining Armor” in the Battle of AllSpice

Pilates vs Yoga

Some people have been asking me about the differences between Pilates & Yoga. Frankly, although I can feel the difference, I don’t know enough to articulate/explain it. Though highly similar, each exercise has a slightly different goal. Physically, the best distinction I’ve found is that yoga requires positions to be held while pilates works through highly precise movements. Yoga is more spiritual (mind-body-spirit) while Pilates focuses on mind and body. Both require high body awareness and a focus on breathing. In my []

Pilates Burn

It’s been 9 months since I’ve gone for pilates instruction. I’d forgotten how good it can feel and also how tiring it is. Serves me right for not keeping up with it on my own. I could feel the muscle burn everywhere! Quads, thighs, triceps, biceps, oblique abs… especially the abs. I’m not looking forward to the pain I am certain to feel when I wake up tomorrow. *groan*

Apples, Pumpkins, Ostriches…

Yesterday was an amazing day – a day with gorgeous weather, wonderful company, enjoyable activities and new experiences. I had no expectations about how the day would turn out, and perhaps because of that, I had one of the most fun-filled days in Toronto that I can remember. Brief Programme: Milton’s Farmer Market, Springfield Pumpkin Farm, White Rock Ostrich Farm & Chudleigh’s Apple Orchard Memorable Sights/Tastes: Purple Cauliflower, Rasberry Jalapeno Jelly, “Ghost” Pumpkin (all white pumpkin!), Indian Corn (multicoloured corn), Ostrich Hot-Dog, []

Pork Bone Soup & Metaphysics

During lunch today, one of my lunchmates remarked that “real is over-rated.” Besides the fact that this remark was a little ironic coming from a somewhat fan of TAR, it kinda settled into a crevice in my mind and it’s been stuck there since lunch. I didn’t pursue the comment at the time, but I’ve been thinking about it. What did she mean by ‘real’? Why does she think that ‘real’ is over-rated? Even more troubling perhaps is the realization that I []

Some say love…

Just read a friend’s blog… and suddenly these lyrics from The Rose come to mind as something I’d like to share with her: It’s the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance It’s the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance It’s the one who won’t be taken who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live I hope you’ll dance, and truly live… it’s true it’s scary that we don’t []