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July 30, 2004
Unemployed no longer
Okay, so technically I wasn't unemployed..but I really was. I mean, I got the job with that marketing firm, but I haven't heard anything from them in a while. So here I was, sitting around in Montreal feeling more and more down and less and less happy, and while that isn't all resolved, the fact that Lululemon called me this afternoon and offered me the job that I'd done two interviews for this week made my day and put a smile on my face, which I really needed today. My parents were all starting to really worry about me..they saw that I was sliding...this should help a lot, but my mum might still be coming to visit next week to give me the little boost that I need right now. Transitions suck. But Lululemon made my day. It's especially great because they seem like a really cool company for whom to work. We share a lot of the same ideas and approaches..even their interview process was cool. Am I selling out by working for a company that sells expensive yoga wear? Nah, I don't think so...they have a really cool corporate philosophy...and even if I was, I don't care, I need to put some money in my pocket!
Posted by alegato at 5:39 PM | Comments (3)
July 29, 2004
Hot
I love yoga.
Took another 2/3 led tonight and was once again greeted by a substitute teacher...really liked her though. Class was brutal, didn't follow the series, but for some reason I was okay with that today. We worked a lot on handstands and forearms stands, and we did a lot of backbending, and then combined the two (inversions and backbends), dropping over into backbends from headstand..it was tough and it was hot. It was a warm day here in Montreal to begin with, 33 degrees Celsius. I have completely lost any sense of temperature that I might have had before Asia. So it was 33 and I was in my house with just one window open and no fans on, sitting around in sweatpants catching up with Meg on the phone and baking quinoa chocolate chip muffins (yummy!), with absolutely no idea that it was "hot" outside.
But in class...it was probably the sweatiest class I've ever taken. The men had giant puddles on their mats and I had to wring my hair out at the end of class because it was dripping...so pleasant, as was the instant-pedicure that I seemed to get from my mat today, dead skin falling off my feet....lovely and just downright attractive! I think that it was the first time I felt hot since I came home. In all my classes since I've been back in Canada I've been sweating, but not feeling any heat, because, as I said, after Bangkok nothing is hot, but today I literally felt heat emanating off my whole body. The walls and ceilings were dripping by the end of class and the floor was so slick that people were sliding on their way out of the room. It was brutal and tough, but it was wonderful....and I think that I almost have pincha mayurasana...not that I'm anywhere near practising second series yet, but it can be fun to play around with those postures.
In other good news: my new chanting CDs that I ordered from amazon.ca came in the mail today and I'm enjoying them as we speak, and can't wait to get them onto my ipod for those times about town when I'm feeling way too rushed and frantic. Also, found out today that my friend Angus is going to be my new roommate, which shall be a thrill..he loves cooking as much as I do, what a couple of Marthas we'll be. Speaking of cooking, got an awesome new vegan cookbook (although I'm not vegan) of fantastic juices and meals from a resto that I ate at last time I was in Toronto. It's called Juice for Life: Modern Food and Luscious Juice by Ruth Tal Brown. I highly recommend it. So far I've made the Buddha rice bowl (brown basmati, topped with marinated tofu, warm peanut sauce, bean sprouts, cucumber, tomato and cilantro) and the chocolate chip spelt muffins...my grocery store didn't have spelt flour though, so I used quinoa flour, the turned out so well. For sweetener you use homemade date puree (dates boiled in water along with cinammon, nutmeg and vanilla and then pureed)...awesome!
That's about it for today. Feeling energized, optimistic and alive. Tomorrow I will be feeling sore!
P.S. Comments are working now...apparently they weren't for quite some time...comment away if the mood strikes!
Posted by alegato at 9:09 PM | Comments (1)
July 28, 2004
Mysore snob
Ugh, where to start? So I went to take J&E's 2/3 class tonight at the shala. I got there and it turned out that someone else was taking the class for them, a teacher who's new since I went away and thus I have never had before. After I signed in I introduced myself and explained about my tendon just so this teacher was aware of my limitations. Class started with the usual sun sals, 5 A's and 5 B's. On our fourth B this instuctor told us that we were "racing through it" and thus we were going to be "punished." We were to take the fifth B at our own pace with our breath, but for our "punishment" we were to hold each of the chaturangas for as long as we possibly could. Okay, fine, there's nothing wrong with working on chaturanga, but as a freaking "punishment." I'm sorry, since when do we have punishments in yoga? I felt like a seven year old who had thrown paint at someone and was being made to stand in the corner. I'm an adult, I take yoga because it's something that I can do at my own pace without having to face the wrath of anyone for it, without competition or evaluation. Furthermore, (this is where I become a total Mysore snob, I apologise in advance) anyone who has taken class in India or on one of Guruji's tours in the North America knows that led class with SKPJ or Sharath moves at the speed of light. I was moving through my B's more slowly than I ever did in India, and certainly slower than I did in led classes in India. I know, I know, you have to respect your teacher, but I have a hard time doing that in some cases, especially when someone decides to "punish" me.
So class was okay, but my focus was disturbed (which I realise is my own fault, shouldn't let these things get to me). We assissted each other with uttitha hasta pandangustasana (even though it was a 2/3) and that was okay until at the end when you're standing hands on hips, leg extended in front of you. I had my toe pointed, which was how Sharath taught me (he assissted me in this posture on both sides every single day), because previously I too had had a flexed foot, and this teacher walked by and made a point of announcing to me that, "There are no pointed toes in Ashtanga." Well, in the Ashtanga I practise there are...
A couple more things that got me: in kurmasana we were told to bind our hands behind our backs (kurmasana not supta kurmasana), I had my arms extended and the teacher caught sight of this and mentioned that we could "keeps our hands on the floor if we found it hard to keep our balance otherwise.." At that point I was closing to losing it, and I actually uttered under my breath (inaudibly), "Or we could do it that way because that is how you do kurmasana!" Finishing postures were out of order, headstand was completely ommitted (as were Janu C, Mari D, upavistha konasnana and everything between supta padangusthasana and backbending...I won't even talk about back bending.
Yes, I realise that I'm getting more worked up than I should and that I should respect each techer, but it's hard to take a new teacher's opinion over that of the only person to complete the sixth series (Sharath). Let it go Andrea. I have a bunch of other stuff that's stressing me out in other areas in my life right now: money, employment, location, love and clearly I was in no mood today to do anything other than the proper primary series...something that I've come to expect and something that I find great solace in.
I love coming back to my mat and working on the same series over and over again. I love that my body knows what comes next and just naturally flows from posture to posture. It's an outlet, a release for me and that was what I really wanted this evening. Some people reach for chocolate chip cookies and a warm sweater when they're feeling down, I reach for my well worn mat and that place inside me that flows from navasana to bhujapidasana without thinking, without thought, with total clarity and ease. When I'm on my mat, in my place, focused on bandhas and inward rotation the other shit slides away, I'm in my own space mentally that I don't allow problems to invade, I'm at home with myself, at peace with myself and at peace with the world around me. Yoga liberates me, but tonight's class, tonight's class just stressed me out more...time to start Mysore practice again so that I can reclaim my clarity of mind and listen only to my breath. Shanti Shanti Shanti.
Posted by alegato at 10:59 PM | Comments (4)
In the wee small hours...
Sometimes it seems like everything has come crashing down....it hasn't of course, and you know that with sleep and morning light will come clarity and maybe a smile, but for now the one place you want to be is the one place that you're not allowed to go...
"When the sun is high in the afternoon sky
You can always find something to do
But from dusk til dawn
As the clock ticks on
Something happens to you
In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast alseep
You lie awake and think about the boy
And never ever think of counting sheep
While the whole wide world has learned it's lesson
You'd be his if only he'd call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most of all
In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the boy
And never ever think of counting sheep
While the whole wide world has learned it's lesson
You'd be his if only he'd call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss him most off all"
--Carly Simon, "In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning"
Good night S...it's okay.
Posted by alegato at 2:15 AM | Comments (0)
July 27, 2004
Once more with feeling...
This is the second time I've written this entry. I wrote it the first time promptly affter I came home from yoga on Sunday, and then somehow, after I clicked the publish button something happened and it disappeared forever into the ether of cyberspace....so I shall start again.
Sunday morning I went back to the shala and took my first class in what felt like an eternity (about five weeks). It was great to be back. I just took a level one led class to help ease myself into it. J, my favourite teacher, was teaching. I told her about my injury at the beginning of class, she told me to take it easy. So I did, but it was hard..hard to let go of the ego. The prasarita series was the best that it's been since the injury happened. J even mentioned in C that she didn't want to take my hands all the way to the floor (because of my injury), but that she would be able to, because my shoulders were really loose. I was quite happy with my practice, moved well, felt fairly light. I was talking to J after class about the injury, how it happened and how consequently I'm now very frightened of upavishta konasana etc. I explained that it was my first class back after a five week hiatus, and she was a little bit surprised and told me that my practice looked great...that's always nice to hear (non-attachment be damned!!!).
Came home, sat on a bag of frozen veggies for awhile, and since then my hamstring's been fine, no pain, no aching. I'm of course quite sore all over since it was my first practice back, but I hope to start going to mysore classes again by next week. I hope that once I get back in mysore classes I can pick up where I left off in India with my backbending...I was quite happy with my backbending in class the other day, still working on getting more weight in the feet, rocking back and forth a little. I keep having dreams in which I I'm doing my usual assissted drop-backs (I can do them unassissted, it's just all in my head...or rather I'm afraid if falling ON my head!), and then all of the sudden I just start dropping back and coming up by myself and I just keep doing it over and over again...and then I wake up...
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July 23, 2004
Back in the high life again
Here I am, back in Montreal. I've arrived. I'm so happy to be here. The city in the summertime. Marché Jean-Talon adrift in a sea of ruby coloured raspberries. St. Denis is dotted with tiny cafe tables. The fan on my desk is blaring to combat the humid heat, the first real heat I've felt since coming back from Asia.
It just feels so wonderful to be back here and to do the things that I do when I'm here: go shopping at PA on Parc, my splendidly small grocery store that nonetheless stocks way more organic stuff than many huge supermarkets in Ontario, to walk down the steps into the metro station by my house and be shocked by and wrapped in the omnipresent sticky heat that permanently exists in that subterranean world, to spend the afternoon wandering the city, the evening chilling, doing crosswords, watching tv and then grabbing poutine at 2am, is there anything more decidedly and gloriously Quebecois than that?
Most excited am I to be wrapped in someone's arms, laughing about "stick to it Ike" and doing stupid, mundane things, like shopping at Canadian Tire, but doing them together.
Got an email on my birthday from that someone that I had to let go, had to let out of my life for me to move forward, and I felt nothing. For the first time I can remember, the first time in four and half years I read the email, took it at face value, fired back a quick 'thanks for your wishes' email. I didn't read anything into it, I didn't wish for his love or even his approval. Just took it as a greeting from an old friend, was thankful for that to still be possible after all the bullshit we went through and then I carried on with my day.
Thinking of hopping back into yoga with J&E's level one on Sunday morning. I was stretching tonight and was terribly disappointed at how stiff I am (S laughs at me as I complain about my inflexibility while meanwhile I lay on my back with one leg straight on the floor and the other stretched back into what was virtually an inverted split). Must be careful and not push past my edge just because I used to be able to (i.e. when I was practising 6 days a week in 35 degree heat in India)...I am not attached, I am not attached (who am I kidding??!? Of course I am...)
Thinking that tomorrow morning I'll head up deep into the heart of Mile End, grab some hot Fairmount bagels, pick up my usual $5 bouquet from my favourite florist, maybe chill at Arts Cafe for awhile over a café au lait or a tisane, grab some natural peanut butter from the health food store up on St. Viateur. It'll be swell...
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July 19, 2004
Happy Birthday to me!
Today I turn 22 (Cancer with Sagittarius rising, that's so me), and my grandma would have been 93. Not really doing anything special today: going out for dinner tonight with my family, and I had multiple family celebrations over the weekend (when you have two sets of parents you automatically end up with multiple celebrations of everything). I'm spending today packing, because tomorrow is Back-to-Montreal Day. I haven't the slightest clue how I'm going to fit everything in my bags (I blame the cheapness and beauty of tailor-made clothes in Asia...I lost all self-control and now I don't have enough closet-space, not to mention suitcase-space), but I'm really not too concerned...anything I don't bring my parents can bring when they come to visit at the end of August. 21 was a wonderful, amazing year and I'm very much looking forward to 22.
My body (and my mind) is begging for yoga. I think that I might start slowly again next week, take a couple level 1 classes and see how my body reacts (I'm going to be sore, not looking forward to that).
I wanted to post some photos from the weekend here, but, I can't seem to figure out how to do that, because I am a computer idiot...hopefully I'll be able to post some soon. Until then...."Leo likes [me]!" (or so my horoscope says today in the "If today is your birthday" section....)
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July 15, 2004
Action
I feel like I haven't been doing everything that I should be doing. I went to Asia for four months, toured around, saw a lot that I never could have seen in the West, practised a lot of yoga and then came home. And I feel like since I've been home it's been so easy to fall back into the whole western routine. It's very easy to spend my time sitting around, looking at the photos from the trip and saying, "Oh, isn't it grand, I was in Asia for four months, I am so experienced." But one would think, that after all I saw, even if I did become desensitized to after awhile, coming home back to my old life is no reason to close the door on what I saw overseas. There is no reason for me to deny my experience there. To close the book and start a new chapter. I should be spurred into action. I should be doing something, anything to make whatever small difference I can. It is undeniable that one of the biggest things I learned while abroad is that while no one can save the world and do everything, everyone can do something.
After working with Yayuk in Bali (an Indonesian victim of the 2002 Bali nightclub bombing) and hanging out twice a week with the kids in the orphanage while I was in Mysore I saw that I could make those little changes. I could put smiles on people's faces, and as little as that is, it is something.
Lately I haven't been able to stop thinking about one little boy's face. Sunder (that's not how his name is spelled, but I'm not sure what the correct spelling is) was the little guy in Mysore who was suffering from Cerebral Palsy. We spent a lot of time at the orphanage working with him, helping him with his exercises and making him laugh. And after awhile he came to recognize us. When we walked in the door and he saw us saying "Namaste" to the aunties his face would light up with the most dazzling smile. We made a difference to him. It may have been small, but just by spending a few hours with him a week he was able to form a bond, to have physical contact with others and we saw improvment in him physically in that short time too. The day we had to say goodbye to all the kids at the orphanage was a tough one, made toughest by Sunder. There were a lot of tears, because I don't know what will happen to him as a child with CP in India. I pray that he doesn't become someone on the periphery of society. He's very bright and he has an fantastic personality and just remembering that beautiful smile makes me want to start helping again instead of sitting around and turning a blind eye to the injustices and sadness that exists.
If everyone could just focus on trying to improve the quality of life for one person the world would be that much better off. Yeah, it's a hugely utopian vision, but without idealistic notions we have nothing for which to aim.
Posted by alegato at 5:05 PM | Comments (0)
July 14, 2004
Non-Attachment
I am so devastated. I was just on the Ashtanga Montreal webpage, and I discovered that the changes that were underfoot have indeed taken place. It seems that while I was off gallivanting in Asia things at the Montreal shala were in transition. Meg was lucky enough to take class with Darby when we got back to Montreal in early June, and he told her that he and Allison had decided to go their separate ways. Darby's doing a lot of international touring and clinics, and things evolve and change. So now the change has taken place and I'm sad, not because I don't like Allison or the other teachers that are at the shala, I think that they're all wonderful and they all provide their own insights, I just liked things the way they were. Darby is a fantastic teacher, and there were few things that I enjoyed more than dragging my tired ass out of bed on a Saturday or Sunday morning, after a night of too much wine and too little sleep, stepping out into the crisp air (after of course Meghan called and bullied me to get out of bed!), heading down to the studio and starting the day with Darby's 2/3 led class. Often they were brutal: full primary with full vinyasa, but because it was Darby teaching and the prana was so incredible in the room you put every ounce of yourself into the practice. After that I would go downstairs, grab a chai and then have no problem spending the rest of the day studying in a focused manner in the law library or at Arts Cafe. He will certainly be missed, but things change and I'm trying very hard to practise non-attachment.
My commitment to being less attached in being continuously challenged by my continuing break from Ashtanga. I haven't been practising, because I can't. I have to listen to my body and I am, but sometimes that's tougher than it should be. I think that the pilates has been helping my tendon immensely, but it's still not right and I don't want to go back to asana, injure it again and end up back here, so I'm giving it proper time to heal, but I can feel it affecting my life in many ways, both significant and insignificant. I can't seem to maintain the same mental calm without asana. And I know, asana is not all there is to yoga, but the dynamicism (is that a word?) of Ashtanga seems to really help me focus and calm down my overactive mind, so I've been dabbling more in meditation and breathing, but it's not the same....it takes time. And then the insignificant worries that make me realise that non-attachment is a very important goal: I worry about how sore I'm going to be when I go back, how stiff I'll be (I'm still stretching, but it's obviously not the same as daily asana practice) and that all the progress I made in Mysore will be lost in this break. That is all so not the point, I realise that. It's not about progress, it's not about where you are in the series, it's not about flexibility or muscle soreness or whether or not you're able to bind by yourself in supta kurmasana, but it's hard to let go of all that. I'm trying.
In terms of the rest of my life, I'm moving back to Montreal on Tuesday. Hoping that my new job will get enough contracts to keep me busy and paid. I can't believe how many times I've had to pack and unpack in the past 6 weeks, let alone the past 6 months. But I am very excited to be going back. I've never gotten to spend summer in Montreal, and it really is a totally different place in the summer than it is the rest of the year. There are also other reasons, one in particular, that make Montreal particularly attractive right now. Hanging out at home, just finished my lunch of tofu and noodles, missing S, and watching my brother and cousin wrestle in the kitchen...boys will be boys.
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July 7, 2004
Life in the Kingdom of Boredom...
I am so bored. Bored, bored, bored. I have nothing to do, so my mum's been giving me chores to do around the house: sorting and rolling the gazillions of coins we've been collecting in this gigantic bowl over the past couple years, cleaning mildew off the balcony, cleaning the mirror-bathroom (the WHOLE room is mirrored)...it's better than doing nothing though I suppose. I find myself watching way too much really horrible television. I usually watch so little TV, but here in the land 'o boredom there's little else to do. I'm actually looking forward to the dentist appointment that I have tomorrow afternoon, because it will give me something to do. I've started doing pilates regularly in hopes that it will help my hamstring, because it certainly makes use of isometric resistance, and that's been recommended to me as the best thing I can do. We have one of the pilates machine things (the reformer), so that helps a lot, and makes it somewhat more interesting than doing plain old floor work.
I've decided to head back to Montreal in about a week and a half (indefinitely). I just told my mum the exact date tonight and I think that she's really upset. We're extremely close and after being away in Asia for four months she was counting on having me back here for the summer at the very least, but, there's nothing keeping me here other than my family. My friends, my new job, the life I've built: they're all in Montreal, so I want to be there too.
I'm looking forward to the weekend though. I'm going to be heading up to the cottage and spending the weekend hanging out on the beach and boating (fingers crossed that the weather will cooperate) with my mum's best friend's daughter (we're the same age and have been friends since we were born, we're really more like sisters) and all her friends from dental school who I haven't met. It should be a good time.
Beyond that I have no plans for next week. Probably doing some birthday stuff next weekend (weekend of the 17th), because my birthday's on the 19th, which is a Monday, and I'm planning on heading back to Montreal on the 20th. So looking forward to actually being able to spend some time in Montreal in the summer for once. It'll be nice to see my friends, to see Spencer and hopefully to make some money.
I was so bored today that I actually filled out a questionnaire that I got in my email today from a family friend. I don't think I've done one of these since high school, but, here it is:
1. FIRST NAME: Andrea
2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? My grandfather Andy who died in a car accident when my mum was 18.
3. DO YOU WISH ON STARS? Only when I'm feeling cheesy.
4. WHICH FINGER IS YOUR FAVORITE? Can't say I've ever thought about it, probably my ring finger on my right hand, because I like the ring that I wear on it.
5. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Umm...hmmm...in yoga a couple weeks ago.
6. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Yeah, I do, but some people tell me it looks like a teenager's writing, especially because I dot my i's with little circles.
7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? No lunch meat.
8. ANY BAD HABITS? Nope, none! Um, I can be a little compulsive about cleanliness, bone-cracking, being overly critical, lip-balm addiction, purse addiction.
9. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING CD ON THE SHELF? Joey Lawrence...I thought he was SO profound when I was 10.
10. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOURSELF? Absolutely.
11. ARE YOU A DARE DEVIL? Yeah, sometimes, especially after Asia.
12. DO LOOKS MATTER? Yes, don't lie and say that they don't.
13. FAVORITE MOVIES? Annie Hall, Fight Club, The Hours...
15. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME? The yoga shala.
16. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY? Um, well, rarely trust people too easily, but I don't think that I automatically don't trust people, I think I have a pretty good instinct about those things.
17.WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD? Cabbage Patch dolls.
18. ARE YOU A CUDDLER? Yes, I suppose I am.
19. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Yeah, I'm one of those weird people who's been keeping journals since I was 6 years old (not on a daily basis though)
20. DO YOU USE SARCASM? Probably more than I should, I'm kind of known for my frequent employment of sarcasm.
21. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT? Yes
22. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL? Sincerity, sensitivity, a sharp sense of humour, nice eyes, good teeth, honesty.
24 . WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Probably, if presented with the opportunity.
25. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Usually I don't wear shoes with laces, but if I do it's probably a 50-50 chance that I'll untie them/leave them tied.
26. DO YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE STRONG? I am definitely strong for a girl and all the people that I'm constantly forcing to feel my muscles know that. In terms of emotional strength? Yes...honed through many challeneges, sometimes I think a little too strong to the point of unfeelingness (on rare occasions).
27. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Not so much a fan of the ice cream...lactose intolerant.
28. WHAT SIZE SHOES? 9
29. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLORS? Black, taupe, cranberry.
30. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE? None, was born without them.
31. WHO DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW? My grandma, Spencer, my mum even thugh she's in the same house right now, but...I feel bad for leaving again in a week and a half, I know she's hurt.
32. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE YOU SEND THIS TO SEND IT BACK? Well, I'm not actually sending it to anyone per se, just blogging it.
33. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Um, BBC World is on in the background.
34. LAST THING YOU ATE? Pea soup.
35. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My mum.
36.THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? Eyes.
37. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yes, a lovely lady.
38. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? SO bored. Like, going out of my mind bored.
39. FAVORITE DRINK? Oasis passion fruit juice, water, badam milk.
40. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Red wine, vodka-tonic.
41. FAVORITE SPORTS? Tennis, hockey.
42. HAIR COLOR? Brown with red highlights (that seem to be fading really quickly).
43. EYE COLOR? Green
44. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No, but I really should, because I can never find my glasses.
46. FAVORITE MONTH? July/August, I love summertime
56. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? N/A
57.WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? My Life (Bill Clinton), The Lovely Bones.
59. FAVORITE BOARD GAME? Trivial Pursuit, Scrabble, Cranium.
60. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Pilot Guides (Thailand and Lao!).
61. FAVORITE SMELLS? Gardenia, bakery smells, incense.
62. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP? I don't want to get up
Perhaps I'll write more later when something is actually happening in my life (I'm supposed to get my ipod tomorrow!!), but for now I'm just going to go to some Pilates and hang out with my mum.
Posted by alegato at 6:49 PM | Comments (1)
July 5, 2004
So it's been awhile. I kind of feel like a fraud now being on ashtangi.net since due to my stupid tendon injury I won't be doing much yoga for awhile (trying to still do some slow sun sals, with bent knees in uttanasana, and some finishing), but nonetheless, I'll continue to ramble on about other aspects of my life. I've been away for the past few days in Montreal. I found out on Tuesday that I got an interview with the marketing firm that I'd been courting, so I jumped on a train on Wednesday afternoon and by that evening I was happy to be back in the city. I interviewed on Thursday afternoon (despite the fact that it was Canada Day) and...I got the job! It probably won't start until the end of July and I'm not sure how steady it will be (it's all dependent on how many contracts the company has at any one time), but for now it's a start and this week I'm going to start looking into other jobs in Montreal to supplement my income. Anyhow, I hope to be back in Montreal by the end of July (probably right after my birthday on the 19th), and I'm really looking forward to falling back into my life there. As for my job here with the restaurant: still haven't been called to work, so, too bad for them.
I had a nice time in Montreal this weekend. I know I talk about it incessantly, and I still can't put my finger on what it is exactly, but my roommate and I talked about it over the weekend: there is something so amazing about Montreal, especially in the summer. This weekend Jazzfest was going on (goes until the 11th), the weather was beautiful, he streets were full of people taking in the sun and the festivities. Unfortunately I had to leave on Saturday afternoon, but I can only imagine that tam tams would have been fantastic on Sunday.
Spent quite a bit of time with someone new over the weekend, which was lovely for the most part. I did discover though that I seem to be carrying around a lot more baggage from the past than I ever could have imagined, but now that I'm aware of it I can change it and hopefully things in the future will go well with said new person! If only I could be practising more regularly right now, it would make this whole process of dealing with the past a lot easier...
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