Ever since I got my Essure permanent sterilization, I started blogging about it at 24andchildfree.wordpress.com. I will still blog from time to time at both here and my new blog on different topics. Thank you :)
I completed 100 classes on ClassPass and reduced my body fat percentage to from 15.4% to 14.9% :)
Jess from ClassPass has contacted me and made my account unlimited, and I was able to book my 31st class in my current billing cycle!
It is because ClassPass automatically sets a 30 class limit when we joined, but if we reach out to them, they can always increase it.
I tried to register a class the other day and ClassPass didn’t let me, instead, it showed me this:
“You have already reserved 30 classes, the maximum number allowed for you ClassPass each cycle”.
I wish that instead of saying “unlimited”, ClassPass could just tell me it’s 30 classes per billing cycle.
This is exactly the type of person I am, so true!
1. When you’re sitting by yourself in a public place and someone sits next to you, your first instinct is great. I hope they don’t start talking to me.
2. Then they start talking and you’re like, FUCK.
3. They’re blah blahing about their day while you silently wonder who you pissed off recently to warrant this kind of karmic retribution.
4. And then you consider how to escape the situation and/or wonder how long it’s going to be until they stop talking.
5. You don’t even try to hide your side eye anymore. It’s basically an art form at this point. Like, your friends have actually complimented you on your side eye before it’s that good.
6. Any small space where you get stuck with other people is basically your own personal hell. Elevators, the cream/sugar corner at a cafe, waiting in line. These are all TERRIBLE places to get stuck with strangers.
7. Basically, you hate small talk. But ESPECIALLY when it’s with someone you don’t even know. You hate having to waste your energy on strangers.
8. And if someone tries to talk to you while you’re wearing headphones you’re like, seriously? do you not see these fucking headphones on my head? You honestly wonder what about you seems approachable.
9. No one has mastered the game of subtweeting quite like you have.
10. You were seriously pissed when Grumpy Cat became a thing. That’s basically who you are as a person. Now it’s in to hate things? GTFO.
11. Your favorite moment in life is when people cancel plans. There’s nothing quite like that sweet sigh of relief when you don’t have to hang out with your friends.
12. “Hell is other people” is basically your life mantra.
13. When you see someone trying to call you your immediate reaction is to sigh in utter disgust and contempt. Calling!?!!? What is this – the 1950s??? Text me, you idiot!
14. You think snowstorms are great because it gives you like an extra 2-3 day window where you can avoid everyone and it’s perfectly acceptable.
15. When you board a plane and find out a baby is sitting near you you think OF COURSE THIS HAD TO HAPPEN TO ME.
16. And speaking of babies and small humans in general, you completely advocate the idea of child-free restaurants. Children are the worst.
17. When it comes down to spending time with other people or spending time alone, you always choose to be alone. Netflix > people. Books > people. No people > people.
18. You avoid sitting next to someone in public unless it’s absolutely necessary, and even then, you feel like you’re dying a little inside every moment you have to sit next to them.
19. All of your friends are people who also hate people, so it’s absolutely perfect because when you get together you spend the entire time talking about how much everyone else sucks. You guys have a mutual understand you both hate everything and it’s cool. It’s basically why you two are so close.
View Original At: http://thoughtcatalog.com/koty-neelis/2015/02/hellisotherpeople/
I just found out that machines are the most racists — on Friday night I bought a novel in Spanish on Amazon, then ever since, I started receiving marketing emails from Amazon in Spanish and a lot of them, suggests: “if you like El Alquimista, you might also want to check out books about GED preparation!”
Someone should change those recommendation engine metrics, because not everyone who reads in Spanish is a high school drop out!
This is probably the best gym membership I’ve ever signed up: for $99 a month, I can try different classes at gyms and boutique fitness studios all over NYC (up to 3 classes at the same studio per month).
I signed up ClassPass at the beginning of January 2015, and so far I’ve had barre, cycling, Pilates, strength training, aerial yoga and more! A single class at Pure Barre (my favorite) or Physique 57 costs more than $30, so if I can take more than 3 classes per month, I’m already making the most of my membership. So far I’ve taken 15 classes and I feel great of breaking a sweat more than 4 times a week.
ClassPass is also a great platform for sampling classes. You can try something you never had before. I tried cycling (don’t like it), kettlebell (love it!) and strength training (it was such a challenge!), and at the same time I can try some of my favorite workouts at more studios. If you love fitness classes and would love to try many studios, make ClassPass your routine :)
My resolution for 2015: continue doing whatever I’ve started in 2014, and do better. These include:
1. Study Spanish
2. Pole dancing
3. Pure Barre
5. Aerial Yoga
6. Make Android apps
7. Make WordPress themes
8. Read books, listen to audio books during my commute
The Movie “The Interview” reminded me of my own trip to North Korea several years ago.
The day we went to the DMZ (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Korean_Demilitarized_Zone) I wore a T-shirt with Garfield on it. We had a tour inside one of the conference rooms on the border, and then our translator started asking me about my T-shirt. He pointed to Garfield and asked me what is that, and I told him the cat on my T-shirt named Garfield, from a comic book, he hates Monday and loves lasagna and donuts. Then he asked if Garfield is Chinese, I said, no he’s American but the comics were translated into Chinese a long time ago, I grew up with them, and in short, I love Garfield. He then asked if other Chinese kids also like Garfield, I said I can’t speak for every Chinese kid, but my friends also love Garfield. In the end, he told me he was so surprised that China had became so “Americanized”, where even the children had started reading negatively influential American comics (like Garfield hates Monday and loves food, that’s not good for a society). And I was really sad because now I knew kids grew up in NK didn’t even know about Garfield, they are missing so much fun in their childhood :(
Some of the pictures I took in North Korea: http://shengkaidehua.com/2011/09/19/north-korea/
My Chinese name 赵婧仪(zhao jing yi) means elegant noble woman. It’s really feminine, and it embodies the expectations of who my parents intended me to be. So instead, I decided to adopt a masculine English name, so as shatter those expectations and reinvent myself.
When I was in the 5th grade, our English teacher asked the entire class to choose our English names. I listed my choices as follows:
Harry Potter was really popular back then, when I was growing up, and was probably the most desired English name.
My 2nd choice was Daniel. When I was in the 5th grade, I was not only interested in the character “Harry Potter”, but also the actor that played him, Daniel Radcliffe. I had hopes of someday marrying him, but first I had to meet him, and thought that naming myself Daniel would be a good first step. I imagined the scenario playing out to be a chance encounter, I’d be sitting/standing next to him in some public place, and people would recognize him and call out his name, “Daniel!”. I’d respond to that, pretend to be surprised, and then casually mention to him, “oh, your name is Daniel too, nice to meet you, I’m Daniel…”
I forgot why I chose Lester as my 3rd choice.
My first choice was quickly taken by another girl, so I went with my second choice, and I became Daniel.
Last time I got paid, I decided to put $200 into my investment account.
Since then, I wake up every morning to check my investment account before getting out of bed — just to see if I’ve already become a billionaire, and can retire and book the next flight to Barbados to enjoy the rest of my life lying on a beach near the sea.
It didn’t happen today, still just $200 in my account.
Gotta get ready for work now.