This weekend saw a couple of "first"s.
(I) For the first time I attended an event organised by a cultural exchange group on FB. I am not quite sure how I ended up in the group but it was yonks ago. I never really paid attention to events on FB but I suppose it was by sheer fate I noticed the last one which was a foreign movie screening event. Volver is an award-winning Spanish movie, starring Penelope Cruz if you must know. Unlike Hollywood movies that are mostly silly, action packed or thrillers (which I could also appreciate when in the right mood), I love European movies because they are mostly about well, life. It talks about different generation of females, going through similar events and how they individually deal with them. Thought-provoking as I try to imagine myself in similar shoes and decisions I would make. *Shudders*
Anyway, I enjoyed the event mostly because the group was friendly and the movie was good. I pat myself on the back because I overcame my initial reservations about attending it alone. (Interestingly, I met a fellow Singaporean lady who practiced art therapy and in our conversation, I could feel my interest in oil painting stirring again.)
(II) I went for my first hot-flow yoga class. I can't believe in my two years of membership, I had never once thought of attending a class other than Bikram-style yoga. Anyway, I found myself bored out of my mind and decided at the last minute to attend the class, which was absolutely a K.I.L.L.E.R (mainly because I was unfamiliar with the moves and the pace was fast)! I'm sticking to my regular classes.
(III) I picked up a copy of TODAY Sunday (yes, the free newspaper), because I noticed it had a collaboration with NYT. Ok, at least it had a few pages of NYT articles that are international news and made the paper worth a read.
(IV) My sister actually stepped into the kitchen and attempted to make dessert (!). Yes, she-who-only-cooks-instant-noodles-and-toast-frozen-pizzas, made tiramisu, and the results were good for a first attempt. I *am* proud of her.
- I officially declare I don't like sashimi cut too thick. Thick slices of fish accentuate the fishy notes and they become too much work to eat.
- I became acutely aware and conscious of my "single" status when I spied two Indian men on the MRT holding hands affectionately. Bleh.
Til #32 folks! Have a good week ahead.