Uh oh or the story of how I became unspeakable

So how is everything up with the presentation class, you may ask.

Well everything is going on pretty well and I had many chances to practice my skills in August. Beside the details in the events I participated, there were other things going on in the class that I want to note down here because I'm going to be 28 year old next month and I soon will be diagnosed with Alzheimer and these memories will soon go away just like my teeth.

Remember the first time I attended the class, I couldn't resist the strange feeling of staying in a class again with all of the people younger than me, and even the teacher was also younger. I was like a kid out of water (is it kid or fish, I don't know, I guess Alzheimer strikes me now. Anyway kid seems to be a good word here).

Then I got used to the lovely youngsters of the class and then things went really really well. Except for the parts when I stood up and didn't know what to say and wanted to commit suicide after that.

Vu taught really really well, did I say that in the previous post. If I did I'm sorry, now I don't remember a thing. And he wouldn't mind if I say this again anyway, yeah he was an excellent teacher. Except for the parts that sometimes in the class I didn't want to talk to him. That was when I felt embarrassed with his comments. It was not his fault. I was a stubborn headstrong bottomstrong (even my toes are strong) girl and I didn't want anyone comment on my performance unless he/she says one of the words like excellent, good job, well done, and best if they say all of these three.

Just kidding, for the record sake, I would say the class was organized in a friendly and casual environment as most of the students are well connected through Your Club. If a new person comes he would feel a bit bewildered at first, and perhaps embarrassed with the criticism if he is a head-to-toe-strong like me. But I'm sure Vu would have appropriate amendment when the class goes public with different types of students. I would then highly recommend it to my brother my father my mother my relatives my friend my sister in law even if now my brother doesn't have a girlfriend yet. And I would 100% guarantee the quality even if I'm not the teacher, hahaha.

Ah, having the TA noted down the comments and sent to the students were a good thing. Especially good for people having Alzheimer like me. And it would be best for me if the teacher kept the comments in written form only and just simply gave the comments in silence, hahaha. Ok ok, I guess I'm a bit more self - conscious than normal people. Well, I'm a highly sensitive person lah. That's my strength although sometimes I feel that strength bothers me more than helping.

I found out gradually that all the students were very lively and lovely and nice. We liked to make joke of each other and of the teacher specifically. Many funny activities went along in the class. One day Ngoc Huynh made up a poem in her presentation and then it turned out to be a surprise birthday party gift for Dy and Hien. The other day we just played and didn't want to continue the class and we finished it fast then called pizza to celebrate Miu Miu's late coming and Vu and Thao's absence. And another time Cam Le was so so sad at us all and the world that she burst into tears during the class. I didn't think it was funny at that time but you know when you get old as 82 (82 or 28, I'm confused) then everything in the past was funny.

Then with the class full of youngsters like that I revealed to them my real identity: a solemn witch eating young adult. Just kidding, I revealed my other part of a child disguising in the body of a 82 year old woman. I remembered the time when I always got the first prize in the story telling contests of my primary school and I wanted to recreate it in the presentation class. So I told the story of the pig happy with his life and I played the pig sleeping on his feces. Then the children tv program with the squirrel and the raccoon MCs. The other time I just stood up and told: "I am a worm living in a manure hole" and I laughed to my ears and watched other students rolling on the floor until Vu told me that my performance was a disaster and I went down with pleasure. Anyway I felt more comfortable with the people and exactly as Vu said they liked me more that way than being a solemn 82 yr old woman with the face of a witch going to eat children.

What impressed me the most during the presentation class was one time I told a totally terrible story about the writer named E. B. White with his isolating lifestyle despite his fame and I wanted to be like that, not being talkative showy flashy. What Vu commented after that struck me with its integrity and it's still in my head now: "Well you don't learn to change yourself but you just need to learn to reveal your true self, to stand up and be your best when and where your readers, your audience and your supporters need you". And I still learn to do that these days. In fact, we never have to change ourselves. Just be our best.

Well the course is going to finish and sometimes I feel like missing the time I had with them all, even though when I attended I was torn with pressure of going to the class and submitting the homework on time and I cursed and screamed.

And tomorrow will be the rehearsal of the final presentation of the course, in a studio. And today I just did my first practice. And I discovered that I spoke like a foreigner speaking Vietnamese for the first time. Or an infant child. Or both, a foreign infant child trying to speak Vietnamese. All I could say for a while was just: uh, ah, oh.

That was just 1 month after my last event and my skill went down this much. Still a long time before I can master it to speak without proper preparation.

Boot camp again

Hello world

So I'm again not confident to post my new Facebook note, and I again write here as a means of reducing guilt, hahaha.

Last week my two friends joined the training for the first time. I looked forward to seeing the teacher so he could give my friends proper training. But Sheldon (the badass teacher's name) was not there. I heard he was back from his trip to the north. But there were some reasons that he didn't show up in the class.

Hoa and I were a bit surprised and disappointed. As Hoa also expected him to come. Nevertheless Hoa gave the new guys the necessary training and pushed them as much as he could. He did a good job to keep the schedule and I appreciated that.

My two friends were pretty good at the boot camp. They showed no delay or hardship finishing all the required exercises, even if they were in the most intense night of the week, thursday. I did the workout very slowly and sometimes appeared to resist the instruction. But I tried to finish it anyway and went home pleasure and tiresome, hoho.

So Sheldon was not in the training field for 2 weeks. Needless to say, the q'ty of people attending the training decreased significantly. Only 2, 3 old students were there, and our spirit also went down.

It's the truth that I now deeply realize. When the teacher is not there then you don't want to practice either. If the teacher doesn't keep the discipline then neither do the students. That's why I skipped the class all nights last week. Hahaha. It was a very good excuse don't you think?

Just kidding. I don't want any excuse here and I don't want my future students to do this to me. So I promise to my lovely blog that I will be back to the field tomorrow. Another important thing is that when I don't exercise I feel my mood down. So I need to do workout everyday to keep the energy up constantly.

Phew, after just some time not writing, I already feel my words not flowing smoothly now. Gotta practice daily lah.

Keep it up keep it up. Kick your ass if you have to, but move forward.

The second week with boot camp

Hey it's me and I continue to practice the boot camp this week.

This whole week the teacher is not here so he gave the exercise to some the old students to take care of the class.

Yesterday only Hoa, me, and a friend of Sheldon (the teacher's name), who joined for the second time.

We did the warm up, then sprint 50 rounds, then 20 laps of push up, mountain climb and sit up for 10 times each.

The new guy was tired and moaned throughout the session, he ran for only 5 rounds then lied down on the ground, then did around 3 laps then gave up. Hoa was in charge, so he pushed the new guy continuously.

The new guy told he was going to throw up but he didn't, and I felt a bit pity for him. But I just smiled and stood to breathe and felt good all along, hahaha.

Maybe because there was no teacher so it seemed to be less pressured than usual.

Today Hoa was busy, but some other girls went, and they were all strong.

A girl called Minh led the class, and she made us run for 2 laps, then do 50 push ups, then running 2 laps, then 50 sit ups, then running then 50 squats, then running then walking lunge.

At the first place I thought 50 push ups and sit ups were somehow too much. But I managed to do the whole thing, even though I'm feeling a bit painful now in my muscles.

When I did the running I thought about the workout, I thought if I kept being patient with this then I would be better day by day. Then I thought about when I would become a personal trainer. I thought what I I would expect from my students, I would want them to practice with true grit and tenacity.

Then I thought about my yoga teachers. I had the feeling that they were a bit of disappointed at me as I didn't show up as much as they wanted and didn't commit my full devotion to yoga. They also only wanted me to show my true grit and being persistent with it. Because they hoped I would progress to reach my best.

Then I pondered on other things in life. Almost everything comes the same way, writing, guitar, English, Tarot....The more we practice, the better we get. There is no shortcut. We just need to work on it from day to day, step by step, keeping patience and working through pain and sweat.

After the running, we stretched out before leaving the stadium. This is new to me and I should do it more often. Minh told I was the only one showed up for 2 days continuously, others just disappeared for 1 - 2 weeks after the first class. Another girl told: "Yeah, after my first time here I even couldn't go to stool or pissing normally, so much pain when walking or sitting down/standing up". I could understand the feeling. When I first did my mountain climbing to Ba Den, I stayed in bed for 2 days afterward.

But this is good. No pain no gain it's said. Just need to practice daily, especially through lazy days.

Look at the big picture and work your ass off Rosie.