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what should you do with someone who has expressed interest in you but then under his profile indicates his status as "prefer not to say"...hmmmm! i wonder what message "he" is trying to convey.

confused teacher

it's been almost two months since i started teaching. i totally enjoyed it. i have practitioners who enjoy my class and also some who find my teaching a bit on the easy side.

since embarking on the side journey of being a yoga teacher, i realised that we don't usually practise what we preach. we're taught the eight patanjali limbs...or ashtanga (8 limbs) of yoga. two of the most basic limbs are yama and niyama, which transcends as non-violence and no-harm. we're supposed to be accepting everyone for who they are...but why are we segregating into groups of who we like to be around and those whom we don't? this is so conflicting.

happy birthday to me

i'm 30 years old today. it feels big, i've lived for 3 decades...amazing moments i've been through in life but nothing will prepare me to what life will be installed for me in the next 3 decades.

i have always hated birthdays. i dread it, i despise it. but this year, i feel different, i feel at peace with myself. no hatred, no anger...it feels free. i made a choice. i choose to appreciate it, i choose to be happy, i choose to enjoy my birthday.

i'm happy. i'm 30.

abo's back...for now!

you're back!!! i missed your writing. hugs.

had a bad day!

this fucking shit person has got to be the lamest of anyone that i've ever come across. this mathafucker is getting into my nerves. i feel like fisting him and pulling his inside out and stuffing back into this pathetic puny throat!

fuck you!

p/s: i feel much better now. still...fuck you two faced slime ball!

my very first teaching class

i had my very first teaching experience last week. 7 classes in total. my very first class, i was swamped with 45 practitioners...of course, being the "perfecto" me, trying to give everyone equal attention, i realised that i was digging my own grave.

it definately gave me a different perspective towards my practise. i'm now transending information to practitioners through my years of practise. honestly, there is a certain level of stress to it. am i really gonna enjoy this? not sure...gonna go with the flow first.

namaste!

recipe for disaster

ever wondered what to have for dinner...i do, all the time. here's a simple solution to end those midnight hunger pangs or even drive your one night stand partners out of the house...faster than you can say 'fasta pasta baby!'.

it's a recipe for disaster!

ingredients:
- two cups of pasta
- a can of good quality tuna (recommend john west)
- qp mayonaise
- italian mixed herbs
- salt and pepper to taste

oh! and a generous dash of vodka!!!

method:
1. boil pasta...penne and spaghetti used here.

2. once pasta is cooked, put them into a mixing bowl (mixing bowl sounds nicer than the chinese soup bowl). add herbs, salt and pepper. mix well.

3. add qp mayonaise (aka japanese mayo!)

4. last but not lease! a freaking generous amount of vodka...attempted to use blackcurrent flavoured vodka here.

5. walah!!! pasta al dante ala 'lau sai' (go figure what this is) style! guaranteed to churn your stomach upside down.

warning: stay away from open fire...emission of bodily gases are flamable! ensure that toilet bowls are insured! recommend the use of public toilets to minimise clean up.

life begins...on my window sill?

sometime this week, i decided to open a window which was seldom open, just to check if our little 'friends' has layed any eggs. occassionaly, i get two feathered visitors building their little love nest on my window sill and i enjoy taking a stick and just dig into their nest and watch their little eggs fall 3 storeys down and splatter on the ground...sick i know, but they're worst.

as some of you may know or even begin to realise, i am an anal psycho ocd neat freak (ok, i think you get the idea now). these pigeons, they poop everywhere and they 'wake' you up with their annoying croak. i hate them.

and surprise, surprise! instead of seeing the two eggs similarly sized to a quail's egg, two chicks were resting in the nest. they didn't chirp or flatter their featherless wings. of course, i was ever ready with my stick and was really tempted to just dig them out of my window sill...but, consciously, it felt wrong...hey! i'm sanely humane after all!

but on close inpection, don't they look cute? although one does look under nourished. do you think if i constantly leave them bits and pieces of 'tim tams', that would help fattened them up since they (tim tams) does wonders in boosting ones weight?

the next thought that came to mind of course was during the course of my yoga practise, i've been attempting the pigeon pose or kapotasana, it is almost a near impossible pose for me due to my tight hip and knee joints. i'm not god, i don't dictate death or life, but just maybe, by sparing their lives...would i earn enough brownie points to be able to perform kapotasana?

chirp chirp!! chirp chirp chirp!!!

disclaimer note: no birds or chicks were harmed during the entry of this blog...however, their survival are not guarantee 'evil grin'. in case i get sued for animal cruelty...for the record, i am with spca! they too, care for our feathered friends...i hope!