Week 6 : Sex, er, Six.

Before I start off today’s entry, a quick HELLO to Grace from New York! Yes, YOU! [Tomoko said to say HI to you btw ]

Week Six is also more popularly known as Week Sex, as all the hormonal rage comes crashing in. It’s also when catfights occur over the limited number of straight guys available in training [think 1 male available to every single horny female], drama occurs and what-have-you-nots-which-i-shall-not-mention.

For some reason, although Week 5 was weepy and emotional for me, Week 6 ended up with me having an intolerance for noise, especially high-pitched noise. Where I used to be able to study with distractions, noise and maybe throw in a male stripper in a gstring gyrating in front of me, I would still be able to study dialogue and shoot it out efficiently without getting hung up on the noise. BUT NOW, oh my, door slams and I get pissed. Someone blows thie nose and I want to chop it off with a machete. What the heck is wrong with me?! Last week was supposed to be angry week, but instead I’m doing it in reverse. Aaah!

On a separate note, I can’t believe how… self-absorbed some people are! “Oh yes we should all buy organic / be vegan / hug a tree, but we do yoga, so I won’t judge you for it”. *pause. Uh, I don’t exactly earn US$ so eating Campbell’s soup and a wad of udon noodles in it is nourishment to me, organic or not. Huff!

So let’s start off the usual blogging with a little day by day update, as I know you all are dying for a slice of news. Not dying, dying, but, you know what I mean! Ahem.

Monday :

After a rather dismal delivery [to me, at least] of Tree Pose and Toe Stand, I think I got my groove back with Pavanamuktasana! So. Damn. Happy! It’s one of those postures that I want to hear people fart in, as odd as it may sound.

Tuesday :

Ahhh drama! The room was HOT HOT HOT, but not as HOT as some carnage days where people had to be carried out. A trainee had to be carried out of the room and as the class ended, blinking red lights pulled into the parking lot of Las Vegas Hilton. Bikram ended the class rather concerned, and we didn’t get to hear any of his hit songs. Turns out that the trainee had some issues and an ambulance was called in, just in case. Don’t know why fire services arrived on the scene [no Foo, she didn't spontaneously combust though I want my dialogue to just go BOOF and erupt into splendid multicoloured flames]. And yes, the trainee is fine and bouncing back to classes and posture clinic Be careful people! Always hydrate, sleep and rest well!

Oh yes, our nightly lecture with Bikram ended at 1am-ish.

Wednesday :

Fuck. Me. Like. A. Donkey. Bikram’s lecture and movies ended at 5am. 5.03 am THURSDAY morning to be precise. This meant scurrying back up to the room to sleep for 3 hours before lugging ourselves out to the roof of the Hilton to take our big-ass group photo. Needless to say, 300 people being sleep deprived and getting our asses arranged on a roof = not many happy campers. But we love the yearbook committee – kiss kiss hug hug!

While delivering salabhasana [I was on a ROLL mind you!] – visiting teacher Michael from Oregon got up, went to the toilet, came back out and TRIPPED AND FELL right in front of me while I was delivering dialogue! At first I didn’t know whether to help him up, but he began staggering towards me and grabbing my ankles. Aha, I thought, it’s a trick! I ignored him and carried on. Turns out that they do distractions to test your power of concentration and see if you are easily distracted. Hmm… how interesting!

Thursday :

Absolutely fun-fucking-tastic morning class with Rajashree. So totally needed her positive energy and motherly love after a 3hour nap on the bed and a 3-4hour nap on the uncomfortable chairs in the lecture hall.

Oh my, I am so happy as Joseph Encinia and Courtney Mace, 2009 World Champions came to camp! WEE!!!! Oh my oh MY OH MY!!! I AM SO EXCITED! Excuse me as I waltz around like a giddy schoolgirl D:

Did I mention Esak Garcia was also here? *squeal!!

Friday :

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARC , permanent staff for Bikram Yoga Teacher Training Fall 2009 !!!

Not to mention anything gross, but I am naturally gross and out-there, so here goes : I got my period. Fina-fucking-ly. So sorry guys, I’m not pregnant. I repeat, NOT PREGNANT.

What’s weird is having 20 or 50 other females get their period around the same time, so much for synchronised periods! Kinda cool but gross at the same time. Today was also the day where there was a lack of towels. Went up to a guy who had TWO, and asked for one as I did NOT have a towel to line my mat. I guess some people are just naturally assholes, yoga teacher training or not, as he said , “NO”. Well, fuck you very much, motherfucker! Managed to get a towel from Mandeep, such a sweetheart!

Saturday :

LOVELY EARLY MORNING CLASS WITH RAJASHREE. I will miss her so much! I will be so glad to see her at graduation and get a picture with her. And maybe Bikram too! Wee!

Righty ho, excuse me while I run off and study dialogue. At this point of time, I am so ready to make my dialogue spontaneously combust into a great big ball of flame and watch it turn to ash, and hopefully rise again from the ashes like a phoenix. Either I have an overactive imagination or my yogic powers aren’t working that well, but my dialogue is still winking at me from the corner of my eye.

*growl.

M*

p.s : HAI GRACE! I’d love a comment in the comment box