Fitness Goals for March

I realized that I’m going to be super busy over the next couple of months so have decided that I should post my fitness goals for March (and how I’m doing each week) on the blog so that I can keep track of how I’m going.

So for March, my fitness goal is to work out 3 times a week.

Please feel free to nag at me.

Old school

There was a bizarre cover of Lithium in Marley and Me. It had its charm but I didn’t like it. Give me Nirvana any day.  I’m very old school.

“I’m so happy cause today
I’ve found my friends
They’re in my head”

The best hot chocolate ever

Chilling with J and her flatmates in a cold SF apartment.  I think we were watching TV.  I don’t even remember.  But one of them made me the best hot chocolate ever and all was well with the world.

I really need to move to a colder climate.

Things to do this weekend

1. Housekeep delicious links – sort out the tags etc
2. Housekeep RSS feeds

What’s the point of having tech tools to help you if they are a mess and you can’t find anything! I have too much to do and really need to make an effort to improve/make more efficient my workflow processes.

(But oddly, organising it and trying to make sense of my web links makes me happy. I’m easily pleased!)

The future of dating

Source: Abstruse Goose

I need me one of those gagdety things. ;p

12 photos from Hanoi

This collection of pictures was suppose to accompany this post.

I spent a good part of my afternoon planning for a trip to SF in May. If things go my way, I will be away all month. Hooray!

Reflections on a haircut

I sat down in the chair. I thought you were trying to grow out your hair, said my hairdresser. Yes, I was. But it is irritating me, I replied. She laughed. How are you going to ever grow out your hair if you keep cutting it?

And therein lies the real problem. I can’t be bothered and don’t have the patience to live with the messiness required to grow out my hair. I could probably learn to deal with it. I’m sure there are ways – hairbands, bobby pins etc. But I can’t be fucked. And because I always have the option to cut it, I tend to exercise that option.  Why live with the mess when you can just cut it off?  I wonder what that says about me as a personality type.

Then a thought came to me today. I actually quite like my hair short. Maybe one day I’ll grow it out and learn to lazily toss it over my shoulder like the girly girl I am.  (HA!)  But for now, the short hair and the impatience and can’t-be-fucked attitude reflected in it suits me fine.

(This post is not really about hair.  I’m not one of those girls who gets all excited about new hairdos.)

Apologies

I always wonder about the timing of communication and how that makes or breaks getting the message across. Case in point, an apology that was one and a half years in the making. So much time had passed that I registered intellectual interest but no emotional response. Not to say that I didn’t appreciate the gesture. I know I can be difficult so I respected the initiative because it would have been easy to just sweep things under the carpet. But that said, that was all it was – just a gesture. I graciously accepted the apology and left it at that.

On further reflection, it just doesn’t matter anymore. I suppose that is sort of the point. I can’t help the way things turned out.  Praise or no praise, apology or no apology, I did my best and wouldn’t have done it differently.  Anyway, God made me a tough cookie and in many ways, things turned out okay.  So no regrets.  That part of my life is done and everyone should just get over it and move on.

Today, thankful

1. For pants that are the correct length.  I got bizarre fashion advice today.  I just wanted to laugh.  I mean *seriously*?!?
2. For tau huay, pizza, chicken wings and stuffed mushrooms.  (That makes me sound like a pig.  We shared the food, I swear!)
3. For buzzy conversations and fun ideas.   Completely dysfunctional but hilarious as hell.
4. For live music and short films.  Heartbreaking songs that speak to my soul.
5. For aching muscles after a good workout.
6. For some perspective.

The art of gift giving

I spent 3 days stressing about the present. On the one hand, men aren’t usually picky so I could pretty much buy anything and he wouldn’t hate it. On the other hand, it makes it harder to get something he’d really like.

Ironically, I knew exactly what I was looking for. Down to colour, material, texture and size. Unfortunately, it turns out that I also have extremely expensive taste in menswear and yet a lot of their stuff is absurdly pricey (i.e. I’m too cheap to pay for it). Little brothers who happily wear cheap flea market t-shirts are so much easier to shop for!

Fortunately (after walking around for 3 days), I did find something and the present is *finally* wrapped and ready to go. All is well with the world again.

(Another observation: After spring cleaning over CNY and putting all my gift wrapping stuff in the same place, I’m much more likely to take some trouble to wrap gifts. Unfortunately, the stock of gift cards I have is incredibly girly.  Oops.)