Intriguing eh? :p
I’ve been searching for a dance class early last year but I can’t seem to find one that’s near downtown. Before Christmas 2011, I found via Google a very, very interesting dance class called “The Big Fat Ass Dance Class”.
Usually, I’m very picky and I think a zillion times before buying or doing something. However, in this case, the title alone was enough to convince me to sign up for the class. Ha! I love it because it’s very catchy and out of this world. FYI, the class is not exclusive for women who have big fat ass. It’s open for all ladies.
Anyway, out of the ten (10) sessions, roughly, I attended six (6). The winter season took a toll on me so I was not able to complete the 10 classes. Sigh. Nonetheless, I’m grateful because I was able to loosen up a bit and meet such a vivacious group.
Moreover, what can I say about the Big Fat Ass Dance Class?
I can be myself
I can go silly without being judged
A very good way to de-stress
It’s a form of exercise while having fun
It allows me to become a leader and a follower
Most of all, no crazy rules 😀
Aileen Hayden is an excellent trainer and a good motivator. She reminds me of my Dutch “sister”, Judith Kroon. They have similar infectious sunny disposition which radiates positive energy waves to the people around them. By the way, Aileen also teaches Yoga. Not sure if she’s still conducting classes because she just moved to another location. Her email address is info@ bfadc.com
On a lighter note, congratulations on your engagement Aileen! Best wishes! 🙂
Now, what should I do next? Zumba maybe?
After eating a mouthwatering lunch at Yip Hong, a famous Chinese Restaurant in this side of the world, we decided to go to Superstore to buy weekly food supplies. With my nephew in tow, I was grinning while pushing the cart when I saw a Chinese lady looking and smiling at me.
I thought she’s the same lady that I often had a chance encounter whenever I go to work but I was wrong. All of a sudden, she stopped near our cart and asked me something. The brief conversation went this way:
Lady: Hi! Are you from Huangzhong? Me:Sorry? (I had a clueless expression on my face… I did not quite catch what she said)
Lady: Huangzhong, China. (Smiling with a twinkle in her eyes)
Me: No. Do I look like a Chinese? (I was laughing while talking.) Lady: Yes.
I just smiled and then we went separate ways. I still have that smirk on my face when I turned to my nephew, James.
Me: Do I look like a Chinese? James: No. You look like a Canadian. (Looking at me with an incredibly serious expression on his face)
That did it. I can’t stop laughing while pushing the cart. Merci Beaucoup James! You’re such a sweetheart.
One last note, it’s really strange because I got that all the time…wherever I go, whoever I meet. Ha! I’ve been asked if I’m a Dutch, French, Latin American, Indonesian, Malaysian, Singaporean, Thai, and Chinese.
I’ve always thought that if you have good command of the English language, it will be enough to make you “global”. Hence, I did everything within my mighty power to learn English even though I abhor the intricacies of its “technical” aspect.
A lot of people say I speak and write English well… Hmm.… I might have succeeded in a certain way but I know in my heart that I still have a long way to go.
My accent turned topsy-turvy after communicating with people having various mother tongue such as:
Filipino (Ilokano, Tagalog, Bisaya, Ilonggo, etc)
I usually adapt the most prominent accent but my tongue seemed be confused on what accent to follow. Strange huh? Even so, I did manage to improve my accent slowly and it got better when I worked at HSBC. We were dealing with American clients, so, we were taught to neutralize our accent to minimize communication barrier. After a few months, I can already speak English with that American twang.
However, when I went to work in Singapore, I needed to unlearn that American twang and speak English the “local” way inorder to get the message across and minimize receiving blank stares. (See related article -> Singlish).
Now, I need to unlearn the Singlish and bring back the North American way of speaking English. It’s a work in progress and it’s a bit difficult because I’ve also adapted the unresponsive nature of Singaporeans. It’s a total struggle!
Looking at the brighter side of things, I know things will work well in the next couple of months. The naturally bubbly, giggly. and chatty me will soon surface.
How to think English is also added in my to do list. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not removing Ilokano and Tagalog in my system. I’m a Filipino and will always be. I just want to improve myself and make my Mama proud (wherever she is now). (Note: Writing is given. :p)
Thus, my mantra now is: “I must speak English and think English.”
It’s the day of our Paris trip and we need to leave the hotel at 4a.m. in order to be at the pick up point on time. Boy, waking up at 3 a.m. and taking off at 4 a.m. during Spring is really tough (I wonder how it feels during the winter? brrrr!).
When we reached the train station, we had a problem getting the ticket from the ticketing machine. The machine requires card or coins and we only have paper bills. We cannot get it from the ticketing office either because it’s still closed.
We asked a Dutch couple (DC) if they have coins to change our paper bill and unfortunately, they don’t have. The DC were terribly concern but they were in a hurry because the wife, who happens to be a flight attendant, needs to catch her flight.
While the DC were waiting for the train, the husband, who is a lawyer, saw the train ticket inspector and discuss our plight with him. He explained that we cannot buy the tickets from the machine and we need to catch our trip to Paris.
Good thing the inspector understood our situation and allowed us to board the train without tickets. He said we’ll get the tickets in our destination. Normally, if you get caught without a ticket you will be fined or even worst, you will be put into jail. I guess, the inspector is a bit lenient to us because we were foreigners as well as students in Maastricht School of Management (MSM).
Bedankt (thanks) to our Dutch angels (DC and the inspector), we were able to reach the pick up point earlier than we have expected. It gave us time to take photos and grab a bite.:)