On Doctors and Handstands..

Went to Chinatown with a capoeira friend yesterday, looking for a shinshe (Chinese doctor) to check my foot, since the nerve is still a bit painful after my last injury. Found a place in one of the malls, which was manned by two ladies.. Now, I've always believed that the only Chinese doctors that are of any good are 1) Male, and 2) Old, but since they had very pro-looking advertisements outside the shop (pics of acupuncture, moxa, etc etc) I thought I'll just give it a try.

As expected.. the lady who was going to massage me came from China and could not really speak English, and she kept asking me which part is painful while pressing around.. Communication was done by me cringing when she pressed something painful, so that was easy.. Then, she asked, how did I get the injury..

I tried to explain "the injury happened when I was practicing handstand for capoeira and landed on my toe" with body language (lots of finger action) but it failed miserably huhu.. So... I kinda cornered my capoeira friend into demonstrating a handstand right there and then in the Chinese clinic hahaha..
Me: (in chinese) "ok lady, look at my friend there.."
*Bom Garoto demonstrated a perfect handstand*
Me: (in chinese+body language) "so yeah, that's what I was doing, then I fell and my feet went like that..."
Chinese lady: "Ooooohhh..."

That gotta be the coolest thing she'd seen this week hahaha..

Aaaaaaanyway.. Out of the three target moves I really wanted to do since I joined capoeira, I'm still lousiest at handstand.. Yeah well, it's true what one of my instructor said: the human body is not made to stand on hands, so you need to practice, practice, practice. Am giving myself till end of September to master it.

Control. Balance. Power.
Capoeira!

A Little Bit of Rant..

I don't understand my mom. I really don't. At this point, I don't even think of trying..

Took a flight from Jakarta back to Singapore yesterday and my parents, who happened to be in Jakarta for a relative's wedding, escorted me to the Sukarno-Hatta airport.

Just before I went into the gate, Mom said, "By the way, I put a photo in your luggage.. It's you, but altered a bit so the eyes are enlarged. Look at it, ok, just for your consideration if you want a cosmestic surgery."

At this point, I was totally speechless.. but then I realized I was damn pissed and I told her, "You know, even if I look prettier I wouldn't consider cosmetic surgery."

Reply: "Well, just for your consideration, just look at it first!"

*I haven't looked at it. I kinda refuse to, on principle.*

Hufh.. I don't know what's gotten into her head.. She's been telling me to consider plastic surgery since around 2 months ago, and well, that kinda sucks because my whole life I've struggled with the feeling that I hate her, that she's just never going to accept me the way I am, and this doesn't make things any better.

Revenge plan? Am gonna find an Indian guy who'll agree to be my pretend-boyfriend and proudly present him to my parents, adding that I'll move to India soon as my job contract ends. Oh, revenge is sweet.