Stressed out...trying to get things done one at a time...waiting for the stress to pass...

So, so crazy in my head at the moment. I know I've got a lot coming at me, and I can't do much about it...I can't do much to move everything along, either. I think I have all of my visa information in and ready to be processed.

The moving company finally got back to me yesterday with a monster of a quote, which mean I won't be shipping all of my stuff like I originally hoped. I will instead be getting rid of everything I own, somehow. And that is infinitely stressful to me- you just don't even know. J & A are in town for the weekend, so I've already packed a bag for them to take back to the MN for me. I'm contemplating another 2-3 bags. I just need to get my act together and sort some of my stuff out and decide what will get binned, donated or brought along with me. Then, I need to find random things in Singapore on my arrival to refurnish and make my life comfortable. This is a whole new scenario of "...leaving NY, never easy..."

I wish I could associate my time in NY with another song, but that one is it.


I was listening to the 'ol iPod yesterday and I remembered how my friend M. used to be able to connect almost any song that came up on the radio with some experience in her life. I don't know if it had to do with her listening to the same radio station consistently (...thus, hearing the same songs over and over again), or if music was that powerful for her.

Here are some of my monumental songs of all time...that is, songs that automatically take me back somewhere...

Griffin House: Waste Another Day
This song sums up a couple of train trips I took between southern Germany to Frankfurt. I was 22, everything was new and an adventure waiting to happen. I sat at the window, looking out into a mountainous forest- completely picturesque and the epitome of southern German landscape. 'Waste another day, waste another day with me, my love...' That time in my life was about wasting a day, and looking back it wasn't a waste at all. As I move around all of my stuff, I keep flipping through photos of this period and I wish I could experience it over and over again.

Ok. I'll work on the list. One isn't exactly a list. But, it is the start of a list!

So, so proud of Slumdog Millionaire...awesome film...love Dev Patel.

Love me some Slumdog Millionaire. Dev Patel is the kind of guy you can't help but love no matter what. Match him up with his character in Slumdog and you don't have a chance. I'm a huge fan of the Skins series out of the UK and I didn't see Anwar from Skins at all when I saw Slumdog. And, the little kids in the movie are adorable.

I've been to India a few times, and I think Slumdog Millionaire and Outsourced are the two movies which can sum up my experiences there. See them both.

The Golden Globes overall were weird. No intro, no closing, no outstanding craziness to speak of. Sasha Baron Cohen was halarious with his Madonna joke. Shah Rukh Kahn was a great surprise, I'm hoping for more Indian movies to break into the US. I'll keep the picture of SRK up in my cubical for a while longer. :)

Trying to motivate.

Sundays are difficult. Explanation done.

In hot yoga withdrawal. At least it's not possible to go into House withdrawal.

It's been a few weeks since I last wrote, so I'll see what I can do in terms of catch up. Since the end of December, I have become a hot yoga and House (the tv show) addict. Hot yoga. I must have some sort of masochistic mindset when it comes to kicking my own ass. I have the same gratification in finishing an 8 mile run as I when finishing a hot yoga session. How is this possible? I have yet to figure all of this out. I completely recommend hot yoga to anyone. So, so awesome.

House, another phenomenon I can't figure out. I love that show. I love Hugh Laurie and even weirder, I love the character of Gregory House. Thanks to cable tv, I can watch House almost every day. Go figure. Yay!

Hot yoga is...hot.

So, A. introduced me to hot yoga, and I think her with all of my heart for doing so. We went to a session at CorePowerYoga on Grand Ave. and it's a fantastic studio. I had no idea that I liked hot yoga, I just feel like I get a better workout than regular yoga. Hot yoga is hard for me. Super hard. I don't have much balance as it is, and I have much less so when I'm covered in sweat. So, this guy comes in and sets up his mat in front of me and A. and he puts a glass (jam) jar of water next to him. Because he's green or afraid of plastic, I need to be ever-aware of this glass jar so I don't accidently fall over and break it. Great.

The next day, I dragged Nanners along to a session and she became obsessed with it as well. Wahoo...hot yoga friends in St. Paul.

Korean food...it's been longer than it should have been.

The New Year is a big deal for Koreans, so my mom took us out for lunch a few days before hand since she had to work New Years day. At the table, I decided right then and there to confirm my decision to move to Singapore. I guess I had been leaning towards it the day before, but my confirmation email was sent while I sat at the table. People ask me if my parents were concerned with the decision. And, it's funny because that's not a topic of stress or concern in my family. Getting a pet is more of a stressful situation for my family than anything to do with traveling or moving internationally. I could be away for a year or two, but a cat is a commitment of 15 or so years. See what I mean?