Peter and I decided to just stay up awhile to watch MI2 on
HBO. I wasn't paying much attention to the movie (not a big fan of Mission
Impossible) and didn't think Peter was either since he isn't a Tom Cruise
fan. I looked over and there was little Nadia fiddling with Peter's
head. It was so cute, with Nadia's 'sarong' wrapped around his neck and
with Peter keeping still for Nadia's pretentious play. I should have given
Nadia some 'play doh' to style his hair a little more.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Peter gets a new hairdo
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Don't Touch This !!!

I thought to myself, hmmm, very bored with my blog's template, I will find ways to enhance the pictures, colors or something magik......My itchy hands started tampering with the 'html' thingy magik. The caution and advice given by the website was to save the old template as text file in notepad. I think to myself,"Hmmm, notepad? What's wrong with microsoft word?". So, clever me, went and save it in microsoft word.
I googled the search engines for nice templates and ya, I loved the other options. So, ya, like a silly clueless yogini, I paste the new found template into the 'edit box' .....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..............to my horror, nothing came out. It was just a blank page on the screen preview.
I tried pasting my old template html from microsoft word into the 'edit box' again and it was even worse, preview of the blog showed CRAZY WORDS, all muddled up!
"PETER BYFORD!!!!!!WAKE UP".....Ya, that was me screaming into poor hubby's ear at 1.30am in the night. I had too many cuppa coffees yesterday. The poor man didn't know what hit him cause he just bolted out of bed as if the house caught on fire.
"My blog site is totally gone. It disappeared. IT HAS BEEN EATEN UP BY AN INVISIBLE FORCE. You HAVE to do something!!!!" said me while shaking him viciously around the shoulders.
"What have you eaten tonight? Am I dreaming this?"said sleepy hubby.
" IF you don't wake up this minute and fix my blog, I will cook you for curry tonight. DO SOMETHING!!!" (Okay, I'm usually not that mean but I was panicking!)
So poor hubby had a look and all he could say was," Jac, were you just simply pressing buttons and hoping you will magically get a nice template for your blog? Why did you EVEN used microsoft word when it told you to use notepad?"
"I just thought they're both the same as each other. Aren't they?"I said while looking at him like a child with a broken toy. In my heart, I prayed really hard that somehow Peter would work his magic IT talent to retrieve everything back to normal.
He had a real fiddle with the templates for 1 hour, and everytime he looked over at me, I squirmed and sank deeper into the sofa, hoping to disappear into the chair.
"Sweetie, .......(his little pause of not saying something was a real killer!) I think you have to start all over again. ...."
I was little bit tearful, and looked at the part of the templates that Peter managed to retrieve back for me. He managed to save the posts only.
"Okay, I won't cook you for curry.....you probably UFC me if I tried anyways"
So, we both went to bed, with me feeling all cheesed off with myself. I thought to myself, I will wake up early and rewrite all the schedules, so forth and so on into the blog again. Goodness knows how long that would take..........
BUT GUESS WHAT!!!! I woke up early and decided to repair my website. I played around with the template and by some miracle, I don't know what I pressed or touch (cause I did fiddle around with the templates in my old blog again) and VOILA!!!!! My old template returned back to me......................................WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, maybe some of you saw an empty blog site last night, some of you may saw half a website very late last night till this morning ......but now, you see good ol' yoga at heart back at track again.
Okay, so it's not exactly Leonardo Da Vinci's work of art template but you know what, I ain't going to upgrade it. Reading those HTML business is like speaking a whole lotta foreign language to me.
But even when my brain say don't touch the template button again, I was desperate to get my blog back...........so, yes, I did fidget with the template once more.
Yes, some people say women never seem to remember the pain they went through the last time. Otherwise, they won't go through child labour time and again.........
Will cook Peter a nice curry with a lot of love tonite............. :P
I googled the search engines for nice templates and ya, I loved the other options. So, ya, like a silly clueless yogini, I paste the new found template into the 'edit box' .....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..............to my horror, nothing came out. It was just a blank page on the screen preview.
I tried pasting my old template html from microsoft word into the 'edit box' again and it was even worse, preview of the blog showed CRAZY WORDS, all muddled up!
"PETER BYFORD!!!!!!WAKE UP".....Ya, that was me screaming into poor hubby's ear at 1.30am in the night. I had too many cuppa coffees yesterday. The poor man didn't know what hit him cause he just bolted out of bed as if the house caught on fire.
"My blog site is totally gone. It disappeared. IT HAS BEEN EATEN UP BY AN INVISIBLE FORCE. You HAVE to do something!!!!" said me while shaking him viciously around the shoulders.
"What have you eaten tonight? Am I dreaming this?"said sleepy hubby.
" IF you don't wake up this minute and fix my blog, I will cook you for curry tonight. DO SOMETHING!!!" (Okay, I'm usually not that mean but I was panicking!)
So poor hubby had a look and all he could say was," Jac, were you just simply pressing buttons and hoping you will magically get a nice template for your blog? Why did you EVEN used microsoft word when it told you to use notepad?"
"I just thought they're both the same as each other. Aren't they?"I said while looking at him like a child with a broken toy. In my heart, I prayed really hard that somehow Peter would work his magic IT talent to retrieve everything back to normal.
He had a real fiddle with the templates for 1 hour, and everytime he looked over at me, I squirmed and sank deeper into the sofa, hoping to disappear into the chair.
"Sweetie, .......(his little pause of not saying something was a real killer!) I think you have to start all over again. ...."
I was little bit tearful, and looked at the part of the templates that Peter managed to retrieve back for me. He managed to save the posts only.
"Okay, I won't cook you for curry.....you probably UFC me if I tried anyways"
So, we both went to bed, with me feeling all cheesed off with myself. I thought to myself, I will wake up early and rewrite all the schedules, so forth and so on into the blog again. Goodness knows how long that would take..........
BUT GUESS WHAT!!!! I woke up early and decided to repair my website. I played around with the template and by some miracle, I don't know what I pressed or touch (cause I did fiddle around with the templates in my old blog again) and VOILA!!!!! My old template returned back to me......................................WOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, maybe some of you saw an empty blog site last night, some of you may saw half a website very late last night till this morning ......but now, you see good ol' yoga at heart back at track again.
Okay, so it's not exactly Leonardo Da Vinci's work of art template but you know what, I ain't going to upgrade it. Reading those HTML business is like speaking a whole lotta foreign language to me.
But even when my brain say don't touch the template button again, I was desperate to get my blog back...........so, yes, I did fidget with the template once more.
Yes, some people say women never seem to remember the pain they went through the last time. Otherwise, they won't go through child labour time and again.........
Will cook Peter a nice curry with a lot of love tonite............. :P
No regrets, just passion and courage
Yoga is generally still an issue in Malaysia and I can only hope the matter will resolve in a peaceful manner.
I was very anxious and angry when I first heard Malaysia's plan to ban Muslims attending yoga lessons. But later, I realised, I didn't need to. Even when I did have muslim yoga students questioning their practice with me and some have sadly decided to stop coming to my classes, I have not taken it personally. Yoga has been a personal practice to me and I am very glad share it with all my other students. I have made a leap from nursing to this amazing job as a yoga teacher and have not regretted making that change. Whatever comes my way, should it meant a change my career due to unforseen circumstances, then I will always find a way to do other great things. I believe in abundance. There are far worse things out there in the world that I feel a blessing to have already achieve what I have done with myself and in life.
I came across Ninie Ahmad yoga instructor diaries blog site and think it's great her passion lies in yoga. She also has very interesting comments on yoga and the effects it has on her faith and religion. Kudos to her for standing up for her rights as a muslim yoga teacher. Just maybe not so keen on a photo of herself doing a certain rude gesture. I know she's frustrated, but the best thing to do is have an open invitation yoga class to the opposers and clear out their misconceptions about yoga.
I too have been judge by my own faith (christianity) about yoga as a cult. I was probably as mad as Ninie A about it, but now, I just shrugged it off. I believe yoga is a growing industry in places like Brunei, Malaysia, Phillippines, Japan and Jakarta. The word 'growing' as in early days. Yoga is still in a nutshell to a lot of people here and I do believe it's the misunderstandings and general 'fear' of not knowing is the main problem for the strong accusations against yoga.
Soooo, I do think as yoga teachers, we have a duty like any other teachers, to teach with an open heart with patience and compassion for the less non-enthusiasts. So, let's teach with courage rather than anger or fear.
I do wish Ninie all the best and hopefully she carries on with her yoga teaching........
Ps. If you are interested in reading Ninie's blog, click http://www.yogainstructordiaries.blogspot.com
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Good Morning Izan!!!
I was super nervous before Izan put me live on Pilihan radio FM. It was pretty cold in the studio but I felt so warm with the blood rushing to my heart and head, I didn't even think the frost setting on my ears (Nah, just kidding). Izan was so accommodating and made me felt at ease. I felt butterflies in the tummy and felt I was going to choked half way through the session. But Izan's warmth and bubbly character made me forgot half of it and I remembered Peter's advice to treat the whole event as if I was talking to a friend in a coffee shop.
Well, Elaine (my cousin) was there. Thank goodness for that. She's been such a tremendous support for me. Anyhow, I am glad Izan helped me explained and clarify that yoga was a good exercise for both men and women of different ages, and it doesn't effect anyone's religion despite the rumours and myth about it. We also talked a lot about the yoga phenomena that's taking place in Brunei and other places in the world. Yes, Madonna and Gerri Halliwell did make a debut with it, but had amazing overall results from the practice.
We gave away 10 free yoga vouchers to the listeners and the response was amazing. AND Elaine and I thought it would be nice to give Izan one month of free yoga lessons. She looked pleased and surprised. So, hopefully she'll come over and try us out. There were lots of callers wanting the other 10 free aerobic vouchers, but sadly we had to end it at 9am.
All I can say is THANK YOU IZAN for such a great time at Pilihan FM and thank you all for tuning in.........
With big hugs to all of you
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox
Orphans with love in their hearts
Here's a story I came across from UTNE. Very touching and glad there are people out there reaching out to those who needs it most.
The Most Beautiful Thing I’ve Seen in Kabul
story and photos by Aaron Huey, from Shambhala Sun
In the spring of last year I drove through Kabul, Afghanistan, past rows of mortar-scarred buildings, down the Darulaman Road, a former front line in the mujahedeen war, toward the Allahoddin Orphanage. Next to me in the car sat the reason for my journey: a young yoga teacher named Molly Howitt.
What Molly showed me that day was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in Afghanistan. From the top tier of a bunk bed, in one of the largest and most corrupt government orphanages in Kabul, I saw a scene through the viewfinder of my camera unlike any other in that war-torn country.
Below me was a floor covered with bodies. Not dead, or dying, or starving, but perfectly at peace, calm, and present. A dozen young boys between the ages of 8 and 12 were lying on their backs in shavasana, arms at their sides, palms facing upward. Some were smiling; others just lay still, their minds turned inward. Before that day, through that same viewfinder, I had seen a very different set of images.
I lived in Kabul for five months of 2007, photographing the opium and heroin trade, prisons, mercenaries, and massacres, among other subjects that involved terrible loss or suffering. In Molly’s yoga class, I saw compassion, and I saw hope—hope that is desperately needed in a country that is increasingly unstable and violent. Over the past few years the Taliban have reclaimed much of the south and east of the country, and their suicide bombings are increasing in both frequency and scope.
Most of the children in the Allahoddin Orphanage have lost a father or a mother to war or illness. The country has been in a continual state of conflict for 30 years. When children enter an orphanage in Afghanistan, they find themselves in a world that is cold and violent, neglectful and punishing—a world in which they are used as props to lure in foreign donations, then locked up again once the money is guaranteed.
Molly Howitt is a 28-year-old American who moved to Kabul two years ago from New Mexico. During her first weeks in the city, she was taken to the orphanage by the director of Physiotherapy and Rehabilitation Support for Afghanistan and offered a chance to teach yoga to the children there as part of the orphanage’s vulnerable children’s program. She was shocked by the conditions: The rooms reeked of unwashed, neglected bodies, and in the winter broken windows let in the bitter cold. The most basic necessities, beyond food and a bunk, were not met. There was very little human touch, Molly says, and hopelessness darkened the prisonlike environment.
Molly began practicing yoga twice a week with two groups of boys, using traditional techniques in playful, simple, and interactive ways. They practiced in their dormitories, where 24 bare bunk beds lined the walls of each identical room. The boys took immediately to yoga with bright, energetic smiles. They were always on time and jumping with enthusiasm before class.
At first they seemed to be responding to the activity, the fun, and the physical contact, but little by little Molly noticed changes in their ability to focus. At the end of each yoga class, the children were calm, centered, and content, and the changes migrated out of class, where other staff members noticed more positive, kind, and caring behavior in the boys throughout the day. Slowly, Molly says, they came to understand even the more subtle aspects of yoga: controlled movements, breathing, resting, and stillness.
When Molly debriefs the children at the end of each class, she usually asks them what kind of special place they went to during shavasana. Often they describe “flying” to their homes, seeing mothers or fathers or grandparents who had died. Sometimes they go to the zoo, or to a park that may or may not really exist. It’s the first step in teaching the children to take control of their thoughts and their happiness, Molly says. She finds that if children can give themselves enough space they can move away from painful thoughts to ones that give them strength. In a place so full of suffering, the comfort this simple routine provides is immeasurable.
Aaron Huey is a photographer whose work has appeared in such publications as National Geographic, the New Yorker, and Smithsonian; www.aaronhuey.com. Excerpted from Shambhala Sun(July 2008), the 2007 Utne Independent Press Award winner in the category of spiritual coverage; www.shambhalasun.com.
The Most Beautiful Thing I’ve Seen in Kabul
story and photos by Aaron Huey, from Shambhala Sun
In the spring of last year I drove through Kabul, Afghanistan, past rows of mortar-scarred buildings, down the Darulaman Road, a former front line in the mujahedeen war, toward the Allahoddin Orphanage. Next to me in the car sat the reason for my journey: a young yoga teacher named Molly Howitt.
What Molly showed me that day was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in Afghanistan. From the top tier of a bunk bed, in one of the largest and most corrupt government orphanages in Kabul, I saw a scene through the viewfinder of my camera unlike any other in that war-torn country.
Below me was a floor covered with bodies. Not dead, or dying, or starving, but perfectly at peace, calm, and present. A dozen young boys between the ages of 8 and 12 were lying on their backs in shavasana, arms at their sides, palms facing upward. Some were smiling; others just lay still, their minds turned inward. Before that day, through that same viewfinder, I had seen a very different set of images.
I lived in Kabul for five months of 2007, photographing the opium and heroin trade, prisons, mercenaries, and massacres, among other subjects that involved terrible loss or suffering. In Molly’s yoga class, I saw compassion, and I saw hope—hope that is desperately needed in a country that is increasingly unstable and violent. Over the past few years the Taliban have reclaimed much of the south and east of the country, and their suicide bombings are increasing in both frequency and scope.
Most of the children in the Allahoddin Orphanage have lost a father or a mother to war or illness. The country has been in a continual state of conflict for 30 years. When children enter an orphanage in Afghanistan, they find themselves in a world that is cold and violent, neglectful and punishing—a world in which they are used as props to lure in foreign donations, then locked up again once the money is guaranteed.
Molly Howitt is a 28-year-old American who moved to Kabul two years ago from New Mexico. During her first weeks in the city, she was taken to the orphanage by the director of Physiotherapy and Rehabilitation Support for Afghanistan and offered a chance to teach yoga to the children there as part of the orphanage’s vulnerable children’s program. She was shocked by the conditions: The rooms reeked of unwashed, neglected bodies, and in the winter broken windows let in the bitter cold. The most basic necessities, beyond food and a bunk, were not met. There was very little human touch, Molly says, and hopelessness darkened the prisonlike environment.
Molly began practicing yoga twice a week with two groups of boys, using traditional techniques in playful, simple, and interactive ways. They practiced in their dormitories, where 24 bare bunk beds lined the walls of each identical room. The boys took immediately to yoga with bright, energetic smiles. They were always on time and jumping with enthusiasm before class.
At first they seemed to be responding to the activity, the fun, and the physical contact, but little by little Molly noticed changes in their ability to focus. At the end of each yoga class, the children were calm, centered, and content, and the changes migrated out of class, where other staff members noticed more positive, kind, and caring behavior in the boys throughout the day. Slowly, Molly says, they came to understand even the more subtle aspects of yoga: controlled movements, breathing, resting, and stillness.
When Molly debriefs the children at the end of each class, she usually asks them what kind of special place they went to during shavasana. Often they describe “flying” to their homes, seeing mothers or fathers or grandparents who had died. Sometimes they go to the zoo, or to a park that may or may not really exist. It’s the first step in teaching the children to take control of their thoughts and their happiness, Molly says. She finds that if children can give themselves enough space they can move away from painful thoughts to ones that give them strength. In a place so full of suffering, the comfort this simple routine provides is immeasurable.
Aaron Huey is a photographer whose work has appeared in such publications as National Geographic, the New Yorker, and Smithsonian; www.aaronhuey.com. Excerpted from Shambhala Sun(July 2008), the 2007 Utne Independent Press Award winner in the category of spiritual coverage; www.shambhalasun.com.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Radiotalk With Izan
All I could think of this morning was a nice breakfast at Country Patch. My tummy was rumbling half way through the sun salutations and as soon as class was over, Elaine (my cousin) and I went over to C P. I like C P, very nice atmosphere, even as you are sitting outside on the porch. We ran into a couple of friends (It always feels like living in a village where everyone knows EVERYONE) and Izan happened to be there too. Good promo for C P. Elaine introduced me to her, and I jumped at the opportunity of asking Izan if she'd be interested in interviewing me. She was very friendly and funny. Such a warm hearted character. I told her I would like to address issues in regards to people's general perception of yoga especially on whether yoga is a religion. She scheduled me in this Thursday at 8 to 9am.
I was so happy about it that I didn't think much about it till now. I'm thinking I hope I say the right things. It's not as if you can rehearse interviews or imagine what your interviewer may asked you. So, having a bit of 'butterflies' in the tummy now.
Nora R. has done such a good job over the past years at promoting yoga and clarifying what yoga is in her website. I do think yoga is more well known in Brunei in the past years due to her efforts and determination to share yoga with others. I am continuing her support to yoga as I feel it's important people should be generally aware this is not just a fashion trend, sport or competition, but yoga is there to help tone muscle and build an overall sense of well being with the body and mind. It's not something that you can just easily do in one day. The movements are like art itself, it takes time to condition the body. The best thing about yoga is you always feel a sense of calmness and serenity during and after the session. Okay, maybe you would sweat it out and wishing the sun salutations would just 'end there'. But it's the after effects that gives you the 'good feel' factor.
Well, hopefully people will tune in and listen in. And cross fingers, I won't jumble my words up!
See ya later alligators!!
I was so happy about it that I didn't think much about it till now. I'm thinking I hope I say the right things. It's not as if you can rehearse interviews or imagine what your interviewer may asked you. So, having a bit of 'butterflies' in the tummy now.
Nora R. has done such a good job over the past years at promoting yoga and clarifying what yoga is in her website. I do think yoga is more well known in Brunei in the past years due to her efforts and determination to share yoga with others. I am continuing her support to yoga as I feel it's important people should be generally aware this is not just a fashion trend, sport or competition, but yoga is there to help tone muscle and build an overall sense of well being with the body and mind. It's not something that you can just easily do in one day. The movements are like art itself, it takes time to condition the body. The best thing about yoga is you always feel a sense of calmness and serenity during and after the session. Okay, maybe you would sweat it out and wishing the sun salutations would just 'end there'. But it's the after effects that gives you the 'good feel' factor.
Well, hopefully people will tune in and listen in. And cross fingers, I won't jumble my words up!
See ya later alligators!!
Friday, November 14, 2008
Doing yoga & Staying young

Raquel and I have been chatting about students perception towards yoga and the meaning of it. A lot of the issues have been raised since the latest news released about yoga as a religion. Some people think Sun Salutations has gestures in it that seems similar to other forms of religion. The gestures in yoga are called mudras, meaning 'seal' in old indian sanskrit language. The mudras are similar to reflexology which helps to stimulate organs in certain parts of the body.
Anjali Mudra is the most commonly used gesture in yoga (As above with the hands). The gesture seals the energy in the body, inducing a sense of awareness in yourself.
The Sun Salutation Pose, also known as Salute to the Sun and Surya Namaskar, is a flowing series of 12 poses which help improve strength and flexibility of the muscles and spinal column. This pose also warms up the body and tones the abdominal muscles. Virtually, all parts of the body, especially the thoracic and abdominal organs are exercised and rejuvenated with vitality. Traditionally, dawn and dusk are considered the most auspicious times of day to practise yoga, as the rising and setting of the sun both charge the atmosphere with energy. However, if these times are impossible for you, just practise when you can.
If you are interested in what sun salutations look like, then view http://www.abc-of-yoga.com/yogapractice/sunsalutation.asp

Yogic practices stresses on regulation of breathing which helps the yogi to gain control over the life force within the body as well as outside. Synchronisation of the breathing is an important constituent of the practice of Hatha yoga. In Surya Namaskar, the different postures when correctly practised, appear rhythmical, one naturally leading to the other.
There are always going to be ongoing comments about yoga and it's affiliation to religion. The way I look at it is everything is connected to religion. It's as if you would stop doing Tai Chi or Kung Fu just because it was initially practised by the buddhists. Be mindful and be fully aware of what you are practising. If you don't feel comfortable, then fine, stop.
Hatha and Ashtanga yoga are regular performances of combined postures and practices that has been clinically observed by the medical practitioners throughout the world to enhance overall health and both prevent and reverse disease. Yoga is often referred to as "the fountain of youth" because there is clinical evidence that it slows the aging process and promotes long life. Symptoms of aging, such as wrinkles and a poor complexion, are caused by poor circulation of the blood, allowing metabolic waste products or toxins to build up in the system. Through the practice of the yoga asanas, blood circulation is restored and the metabolic waste products are washed out, resulting in a more youthful look and feeling.
Here's a favourite pose of Christy Turlington, 32 year old celeb, looking great, doing Kukutasana.
It must be fate
It must be fate. Peter was planning to take me to the Empire Hotel two nights ago. But plan was void since I didn't finished till late 8.15pm on the Thursday and we didnt' think it would be worth the $300 night stay. I was disappointed but Peter took us to Charcoal for a nice meal.
Our plan for the Friday was just to spend the day together since it's been hectic in the last two weeks for us. Thinking it was going to be a nice relaxing day, my mum knocked on my door (yes, long story, we live as one big happy family in one house...... :0) ) and told me dad was unwell. I didn't have time to even brush my teeth. Yes, lucky me, I had peppermint sweets in my handbag. Took dad to Gleneagles and good ol' Dr Patrick said it was a false alarm. I was so relief. I wasn't prepared to have dad being in hospital again. It was strange to be back in the hospital but I didn't felt I missed anything. Perhaps reminiscing the friends I used to work with. Yeoh, if you are reading this, please be sure to tell Eileen we made the right moves.
Then thinking I was going to have a peaceful lunch, I had more errands to run through. I think I would have burned more than 250 calories running like a lost chicken.
The afternoon went on okay, and Peter decided to take us out to Country Patch after the ordeal of the day I had. I have never been there and am impressed with the setting. Very 'Nosebag' restaurant Oxford like setting. I ordered Ice Cuppuccino (ya, after the day I had, I didn't think twice about the sugars) and Salmon Pasta. Just when I was digging into my food, my handphone rang. It was my sis from UK telling me my mum was taken ill and my dad was on his way to hospital. Okay, you may think me heartless, but I was super hungry and stressed after the call, I shuffed and scoffed 5 scoopfuls of the pasta into my mouth and scurried quickly to my car to meet my parents in A & E.
Mum looked pale and completely 'off'. She felt nauseas with pressure at the back of her left eye. When the nurse took her vital signs, I was already diagnosing my own mum. Mum has been anxious in the last two weeks and the event of the day just set her off. So my guess was anxiety and not having enough rest. Waited in A & E for nearly 2 hours, and then was seen by the doctor. Yes, he too diagnose the same and told my mum to take it easy.
FATE, I didn't go to the Empire Hotel as I won't even have stayed there longer than 9hours. FATE, I used to be a nurse so I didn't feel too panicky about my parents situation (I could be a hysterial woman screaming at nurses and doctors for my mum to be seen first within 5 minutes) . FATE, I married a wonderful husband who understands and supports me . FATE, glad I had a quick dinner before the two hours wait. Hospital food not my 'cup of tea'. FATE, I am a yoga teacher now, all the deep breathing Ujyai breaths really helped big time.
Our plan for the Friday was just to spend the day together since it's been hectic in the last two weeks for us. Thinking it was going to be a nice relaxing day, my mum knocked on my door (yes, long story, we live as one big happy family in one house...... :0) ) and told me dad was unwell. I didn't have time to even brush my teeth. Yes, lucky me, I had peppermint sweets in my handbag. Took dad to Gleneagles and good ol' Dr Patrick said it was a false alarm. I was so relief. I wasn't prepared to have dad being in hospital again. It was strange to be back in the hospital but I didn't felt I missed anything. Perhaps reminiscing the friends I used to work with. Yeoh, if you are reading this, please be sure to tell Eileen we made the right moves.
Then thinking I was going to have a peaceful lunch, I had more errands to run through. I think I would have burned more than 250 calories running like a lost chicken.
The afternoon went on okay, and Peter decided to take us out to Country Patch after the ordeal of the day I had. I have never been there and am impressed with the setting. Very 'Nosebag' restaurant Oxford like setting. I ordered Ice Cuppuccino (ya, after the day I had, I didn't think twice about the sugars) and Salmon Pasta. Just when I was digging into my food, my handphone rang. It was my sis from UK telling me my mum was taken ill and my dad was on his way to hospital. Okay, you may think me heartless, but I was super hungry and stressed after the call, I shuffed and scoffed 5 scoopfuls of the pasta into my mouth and scurried quickly to my car to meet my parents in A & E.
Mum looked pale and completely 'off'. She felt nauseas with pressure at the back of her left eye. When the nurse took her vital signs, I was already diagnosing my own mum. Mum has been anxious in the last two weeks and the event of the day just set her off. So my guess was anxiety and not having enough rest. Waited in A & E for nearly 2 hours, and then was seen by the doctor. Yes, he too diagnose the same and told my mum to take it easy.
FATE, I didn't go to the Empire Hotel as I won't even have stayed there longer than 9hours. FATE, I used to be a nurse so I didn't feel too panicky about my parents situation (I could be a hysterial woman screaming at nurses and doctors for my mum to be seen first within 5 minutes) . FATE, I married a wonderful husband who understands and supports me . FATE, glad I had a quick dinner before the two hours wait. Hospital food not my 'cup of tea'. FATE, I am a yoga teacher now, all the deep breathing Ujyai breaths really helped big time.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Hitting 30's and making a resolution
Birthdays are usually not a big deal in my family. I always think age is just a number, and Peter still says I'm a child at heart. Ya. I can be when I'm around friends I'm comfortable with. Anyhow, point is, my birthday is just around the corner, and lately, I have been thinking........why do I put on weight more easily no matter how much I cut down on my cakes and biscuits? When I used to be a nurse, I always told my patients enthuastically , eat more vegetables, eat more fruits, go exercise, lose weight,...etc. The look they gave me was 'I'm ready to kill this psycho nurse'.
I have put on a bit of weight around my waist, hips and thighs. No matter how slim you are, you will always notice this small changes. Peter says I'm vain. If I am, then the whole entire world would be too. There isn't a person out there I don't know that isn't uncomfortable with certain parts of their body. Think is, I don't take it too far with being too overly body conscious. But what bothers me is the slow metabolism that's heading in my direction and that's a real bugger!
I used to be able to eat piles of food and still not put on much weight. Now, it's like I have to pay back big time if I slip one cupcake into my lunch box. Bummer!
Sooo, I have been rethinking what I could do to boost up my metabolism......rethink what I used to do back in my 20's. Voila! !!!! DANCE DANCE DANCE.........so, am really blessed Raquel is around with the latino aero dance. I don't like jumping around alot but the latino dance is a nice moderate/fast pace. Just imagine walking down the street while dancing. That's how it feels like doing Raquel's workout. Gees, I hope I have done her justice trying to explain what latin aero is.
And I think the weight is slowly shifting . It's not easy to lose weight in Brunei since the food choices are more restricted to heavy meals like rice and noodles with lots of meat. Plus, we don't walk around in Brunei as much. I felt it was much easier losing weight in UK since I walked tons from the house to the town center. There were more variety of wholesome sandwiches and salads to choose in coffee shops and restaurants as well.
So, even if I'm doing yoga, I realise the rest of the days consist a lot of eating, laptop work and napping. Plus, it's a hot country and I'm not drinking enough to flush out my system.
Weight is always an issue, otherwise it won't be a health problem if it wasn't. I don't think you have to be stick thin to be pretty. The hollywood starlets all look gaunt, drained and starved. I think being atheletic looking is the best way to maintain a healthy body. A nice curve to a woman's body looks more appealing. Plus, you survive much better with more meat if you were in a prison camp or war.
So, before the start of next year, I'm already making my resolutions, and one of them is be more active and to keep my butt off the chair.
I have put on a bit of weight around my waist, hips and thighs. No matter how slim you are, you will always notice this small changes. Peter says I'm vain. If I am, then the whole entire world would be too. There isn't a person out there I don't know that isn't uncomfortable with certain parts of their body. Think is, I don't take it too far with being too overly body conscious. But what bothers me is the slow metabolism that's heading in my direction and that's a real bugger!
I used to be able to eat piles of food and still not put on much weight. Now, it's like I have to pay back big time if I slip one cupcake into my lunch box. Bummer!
Sooo, I have been rethinking what I could do to boost up my metabolism......rethink what I used to do back in my 20's. Voila! !!!! DANCE DANCE DANCE.........so, am really blessed Raquel is around with the latino aero dance. I don't like jumping around alot but the latino dance is a nice moderate/fast pace. Just imagine walking down the street while dancing. That's how it feels like doing Raquel's workout. Gees, I hope I have done her justice trying to explain what latin aero is.
And I think the weight is slowly shifting . It's not easy to lose weight in Brunei since the food choices are more restricted to heavy meals like rice and noodles with lots of meat. Plus, we don't walk around in Brunei as much. I felt it was much easier losing weight in UK since I walked tons from the house to the town center. There were more variety of wholesome sandwiches and salads to choose in coffee shops and restaurants as well.
So, even if I'm doing yoga, I realise the rest of the days consist a lot of eating, laptop work and napping. Plus, it's a hot country and I'm not drinking enough to flush out my system.
Weight is always an issue, otherwise it won't be a health problem if it wasn't. I don't think you have to be stick thin to be pretty. The hollywood starlets all look gaunt, drained and starved. I think being atheletic looking is the best way to maintain a healthy body. A nice curve to a woman's body looks more appealing. Plus, you survive much better with more meat if you were in a prison camp or war.
So, before the start of next year, I'm already making my resolutions, and one of them is be more active and to keep my butt off the chair.
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