Yoga

I went for my first Yoga class today. It was not as difficult as I imagined. But I don't feel particularly well-stretched either. Well, let's see. I'm hoping for that achy muscle feeling tomorrow morning.

I like how I don't work out a bucketful of sweat that makes my face and hair too messy after the class. I like how I work up just enough perspiration to know I had a good work out. I like how my limbs quivered with whatever little strength I have while doing the positions. Hell, I even like saying I just went for my Yoga class! How cool does that sound! I must like Yoga. Looking forward to the next class!

My Toblerone

If chocolate could represent love... And this is your regular size Toblerone...

Then this would be my love!!!! My super jumbo extra extra extra large Toblerone! For all the super jumbo love that he gives me!

I joked about buying the super huge Toblerone when I first saw it when visiting Zurich last month. Then during my last trip there two weeks ago, he surprised me with this almost-1kg ginormous Toblerone! Needless to say, it cracked me up alright just as much as it touched my heart. And of course it was super heavy to lug the massive bar of chocolate around the city as I made my way around through the crowd during rush hour. Not a few folks stared at my chocolate bar. It was afterall not your regular size choco fix. And I was beginning to wonder how, or when, I would be able to finish this Toblerone bar.

I *heart* my XXX-large Toblerone!
I *heart* my boy!

Monster In The Closet

It was past his bedtime. And I know very well about his sleeping problem and probably shouldn't attempt to distrupt his sleep. Moreover, his phone is usually switched off before he goes to bed. I tried my luck anyway cos I was desperate to hear his voice just for a few more minutes tonight.

The line was connected. Although wonderfully elated, I was uncomfortably surprised. And I was right. He had fallen asleep before he could switch off his phone. He was roused from his sleep by my inconsiderate phone call. But there was not a trace of irritation in his voice. He even tried to sound awake -- and cute -- to greet me! I quickly apologised, explained why I called (err... "I just wanted to say hi".. yes I know it's late, and yes I know we spoke for over an hour just half an hour ago, and yes I know I seem a little neurotic now) and hung up soon after.

A few more minutes passed and then my phone rang! It was him! He said he forgot to ask if I had something urgent and needed him -- I quote, "like a monster in the closet". Bless! How dear is this boy! Besides working 12 hours a day, he has to tend to his over-sensitive, over-demanding, over-anything-and-everything girlfriend! He promised to keep his phone switched on -- he has never done this -- just in case I needed him later. He probably sensed some kinda unnerving emotions in me tonight and wanted to be there for me in any way he could.

I cried. What more could I ask for? He's perfect.
Even the monster in the closet wouldn't make me change my mind!

Unnerved Again

Tonight I'm totally unnerved and scared. My mind is in a whirlwind, again. I can't make sense of anything. And I only have the worst situation in mind. All this is such a b*tch. I hate to go through this all over again.

I'm only thankful he's still there for me. He's still patient and gentle with me. He's the only one who can make sense of my dramatic outburst and pessimism. He's slow to judge, but quick to let me know how much he still cares. He was sorry he couldn't be with me at the very first instance when I needed him this afternoon. His encouraging words of hope ease my unnerved soul and touched my unsettling being. I only just realised how important he has always been to me.

Those three little simple words, they were at the tip of my tongue. I took them back...just a while more, I'd rather tell him in person. But it's not hard to see his love has never falter, his steadfastness has always been about me. I simply adore this boy so much.

Are You Virgin?

So tonight the girls had a mini steamboat session at Crystal's place. We bought lotsa food and stuffed our face with the laksa soup base and the aplenty stuff in the thick creamy coconutty soup. I told them a wacky story I heard from a colleague about two weeks ago. It made the girls fell off their chairs.

Emirates is not quite a household brand in over in the United States, not as well-known as Virgin Airlines or the likes (eg. Delta Airline, United Airline, etc). Most curious folks would politely ask which airline we're working for when they our red-hat uniformed crew walking through the airport.

So on this day, my Emirates colleagues were at the JFK Airport in New York. They entered an elevator and there was a curious American with them in the lift. He obviously did not recognise the uniform.
Unassumingly, he went on to asked the cabin crew, "Are you Virgin (airline)?"
One of the cheekier Aussie Emirates crew answered him, "Well, a long time ago!"

Of course the poor American meant to ask if they were from Virgin Airline. But he totally did not expect the way the question would have sounded -- or implied! Or the awesome cheeky answer from the crew! Bet he wished the elevator would spit him out of the embarrassing situation he was riding on!

Well, then again, we always have lotsa aircrew stories. Some are real, most are exaggerated. I have plenty in my database. This is definitely on the top of the chart!