Cobra vs Winnie the Pooh

I still experience jetlag, even after 4 days arriving in Jakarta. My messed up sleeping hour includes sleep at 6pm and wake up at 11pm.

Usually during my owl time, I just read my book. But now, I was intrigued by a short news about a Cobra street-seller named Warung Zaini, located on Mangga Besar. It sells Cobra's product from fresh blood, Cobra soup to Abon Cobra ( I swear I'd rather starve than eat this).

The news showed pak Zaini cutting so-alive fresh black with yellow stripedCobra's head. Then he started to drip its blood to a glass. I have a big huge fear of snake, any snake, you name it. Even I'm so frightened with worm or eel. In addition, I'm so afraid of dripping blood. So it's a perfect combination of what I saw. Nothing compare to it, when we talk about scary scene.

I closed my face with my two palms. Only I heard the presenter telling us that the dripping blood or Cobra's products are so damn good for male erection. For example, you guys can only erect for 5 minutes, after drink it, you'll be able to erect for 10-15 minutes, or perhaps 20 minutes.

When I dared myself to look at the news again, all of sudden I opened my eyes and laughed. On a close-up scene, Pak Zaini dripped the blood to a Winnie the Pooh plastic glass. As a matter of fact, the Pooh huged Piglet. That glass is the same as my daughter's glass.

I saw the macho man wearing a leather black jacket drank the snake's blood. He looked strong and macho until I saw the glass he used to drink the so called bravery drink. Pooh!!!! And piglet!!!

I really want to go to Mangga Besar and donate couple of more appropriate glasses to Pak Zaini (and bring home his Pooh glasses for my daughter - not for her to drink from it, of course, at least for her to play with it).

Another obsession is, to teach Pak Zaini a little lesson about brand consistency.
Cobra = blood = man = strong = macho = leather jacket = black glass/white or red mug = OK!
Cobra= blood = man = strong = macho = ... = Pooh plastic glass = DISASTER!!!!!!!!!

Yoga oh Yoga...

People talk about it
People are so crazy about it
People want to pay extra for it

Why don't I?

Perhaps I live in a fast mode
Fast fast fast
Hi speed
Upbeat
Kickboxing
Dancing
Aerobic
Swimming

The gap is too big for us
Either one can't compromise
I tried. Until this morning I gave myself a second chance to try
A second chance to like it
And wish to come back
And wish to make it routine

But instead, 30 minutes only and I left
A good progress, though
Last time I only stayed for less than 5 minutes
Boring...boring...boring...

The pace is too slow
The trainer said "Don't look at your friend, don't look at the mirror"
"You'll fall. Concentrate!"

He said that when I was already distracted and thinking:
Why is his beard so thick? Doesn't he feel itchy?

Yoga should be relaxing, right?
But why I heard bumpy sound here and there
A lady stood on the front right of me trying to lift her hips from the floor, using one feet as the foundation.
"Boom! Gedubrak!"
She fell and immediately repositioned herself before other noticed
I looked at her with my right hand shaking.
How come this small hand could lift 54 kilos body?
Uuurrrggghhhh....

Next position:
Stand up, take a breath
Release your breath with your hand down to the floor
Bend your knees
And hop! straight your leg
Lower your body
"Gubrak" (another lady fell) - please ignore
Roll your toes, move forward your body
Roll back your toes, move back your body
And hop!
(this time, all safe!)
Put your leg upfront, knees still bend
Slowly stand up and breath in
And... release your breath

They started it all over again
I could stand for five times in a row
Thought it will waste my time if we do it ten times or so
Don't wanna take a risk
Of get bored to death

So....

I left

Next week,
Go back to kickboxing class

A whisper went softly through my mind saying:
Honey ... Yoga is Not For You.