While I’ve seen a picture that led my way to the beginning years ago even before it made possible. The good news is despite some discouraging flashes of rough terrain in the future, I’ve not yet seen an image of the end. I take it as a good news despite and in spite of it all.
A lot of my friends told me that I have a flair of creativity in my blood. As true as it may sound, I’m not equipped with the right ounce of patience to carry out a crafty project. But coming home from Bali, where I’ve had the chance to visit a friend’s house filled with DIY project at every corner of the house makes me want to give it a little bit of a try. Maybe. Afterall, it all begins with the right intention or as we say it … yang penting niat dulu!
A little while back, I went further down west than I used to – off to Mal Taman Anggrek I go! On the contrary to the popular believe, though I reside in the west part of Jakarta but my house is nowhere near this mall. Guess what I found there? A sassy furniture store with a Scandinavian touch called JYSK. Apparently they’re not just Scandinavian at heart, but they’re a true Scandinavian! This Danish brand has a deep seated root on what we all love with the clean cut Scandinavian style. Unsurprisingly, the founder is named Lars! I’m beginning to think it’s like what ‘Park’ to Korean name.
I’m not in the market of finding a big heavy pieces furniture, but I will always have a weak spot over the little stuff especially when they serve a purpose. That’s why when I stepped into this store it I go gaga because it has everything that I’ve been looking for! Just something to create a dash of fresh air to my dull looking room. Every once in a while we need to inject something new to give it a new life and small stuff works best. A new table lamp or candle holder, something small like a side table or pretty boxes that double up as a storage.
But what pique my interest the most is this colourful hanger.
It maybe something simple, but believe me it’s not the easiest thing to find here in Jakarta and they’re always expensive when I found one!
What cross my mind when I first saw these are not for hanging my clothes. Instead it reminds me of the 1 Object 1 Minute projects made by the French designer Pierre Lota which is rather brilliant. He turned several wooden hanger into side table, table lamp and other interesting objects. Of course it needs a certain finesse of creativity to really do it. But a colourful wooden hanger will make it much more interesting, right? What do you think?
Every single one of Pierre Lota project is actually very doable and simple. It’s worth to browse. As for the hanger, my memory completely fail me on the price but I swear it was darn reasonable. Time to give @JYSK_Indonesia a poke, I guess.
The title itself might be misleading, I think it should read something like ‘5 Things I hate About the Gym/Pilates Studio/Yoga Studio or whichever studio you go for exercise’. However, since it’s too lengthy to write such title, I cut it short. But you get it right?
This isn’t a post where I would say I hate the gym and don’t exercise. Move along. I hate the gym and I still exercise.
This also isn’t a post about the merits of working out at home because it’s way cheaper and exercise doesn’t have to be expensive. It never works for me and I don’t think it will. Of the entire workout that I’ve tried from NTC, I usually only have enough perseverance to get through the first five minutes before I pick up the phone to call McDonald’s delivery. Happened once and it will happen again. I’m one of those people that need the motivation from the trainer to get my workout of choice done!
Now that I’ve cleared the air, let me start my rambling of the day.
After a year and a half trying to get myself into *ahem* healthier lifestyle, by at least exercising, it takes me to various corner of gym and studio. While I realised this is something I need, it doesn’t stop me from loathing several things from the experience. Here are four things I wouldn’t enjoy experiencing.
- A know it all or pain in the ass receptionist
As a newbie, I usually ask a lot of question regarding the timetable, the instructor, the sessions available and of course how much it will cost me. Time and time again, it irritates me that these receptionists carry themselves with holier than thou sort of attitude. Yes I know, I’m a novice and you’re the expert. Can we get this over done with?
- Everyone has a six pack abs that you’re drooling for and they’re all have the superwoman strength
While a lot of people sees this as a motivation, going to a place where everyone is an expert and they seems to flaunt everything that they have right, left and centre is not something that I’m looking for. I’m not competitive by nature so I never see this as a plus point. I think the flaunting is the thing I can’t stand the most!
- The style even more competitive than going to a fashion show
I always feel a little bit lost in a crowd where they look all fab and to the nines with top notch makeup. On top of that they’re all wearing the it item of the moment with the related exercise that you’re doing. Can we just focus of the exercise, please!
If this is a fashion show or some fancy party we’re talking about, than I would not even dare to open my mouth.
To be fair, I probably don’t want to be the only one drenching in sweats all smelly and looking like a disaster after the end of the workout session. Yes, mere mortal look that way after an hour of exercise.
- The scary instructor
There are all kinds of scary instructor; the overenthusiastic, the touch-my-butt-and-follow-the-lead, the listen-to-your-body, etc. They never bode well with me. I need just a little bit of push but not something with energizer bunny kind of push. I need a guidance, hence I go to a class session, so you better give me a bloody guidance *pissed*. And I think there’s never ever a right time to touch someone’s ass so early in the morning just to feel how their butt muscle contract. It happened. I don’t make this up.
Now. I bet everyone has their own version of scary instructor. Whatever form they take, they are my kind of kryptonite.