Positivity part 2

So lately, well actually, during the beginning of the year... well, actually way before that... (yeah... bear with me) I have been doing a lot of thinking.

I have to admit... I am sort of ticked off by.. umm.. positive people.

Yes... things will work out despite the fact that the world is somehow going to end and that all living thing will die... someday and I can't help but to think that we will all end up as specks in the universe.

Tiiiiiiiiny dots of invincible ..... s p e c k.

Totally insignificant.

But that's the thing though isn't it? The whole purpose of life is to be recognized that we are h e r e.... and in our own world... we are ... significant....

One way or the other.

To someone else that is... I doubt a speck is ever going to be able to feel the sense of significance.

So .... I guess what I am trying to say here is that no matter how low we feel... or we think we are... someone else might be thinking of you... good thoughts la.

No I am not feeling low because it kind of takes a lot to make me feel low or for me to care too much nowadays. I care about people who matter of course... but can't be bothered to have an opinion on people I can't be bothered with.

But I know that I am not supposed to do that of course... because all of us contribute to life itself... no?

*slurping post workout latte .... temporary... BLISS...

To be continued... somewhat...

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Karmic realization

I had a long and meaningful talk with The Scotsman earlier today. I spent the remaining of my last non-working weekend with him at the pool and on our walk to our usual coffee spot.

We talked about stuff, cars, work, played angry bird :P on my Iconia, relationships and Karma.

He is going through a sticky situation right now and none of it was his fault to begin with. Well, I have no reason to elaborate further but suffice to say, I hope the people involved is going to be on the receiving end of something not so good for the rest of the year, provided it happen after The Scotsman has severed all involvement with the group of people.

I read something on Karma in this month's Yoga Journal, and so during our weekly coffee session, I turned to him and told him this :

"Sweetie, whatever bad things that you are facing right now, just take it as negative karma being taken away from you. just know that positive karma is coming your way, soon."

I know he is frustrated, I know he is tired, and not a day went by without me trying to pray for him that things will get better. It will... WILL. He is demotivated and he is feeling as if the world has turned its' back on him.

Which is somewhat the way I am feeling right now. I am on that level where I am feeling as if my efforts don't matter, as if everything that I am struggling to do, is not working. I trusted the wrong people, and I am pretty much feeling... obsolete... sometimes. Unappreciated.

But, I told myself to just keep on doing what I am doing... keep on having that sincerity... although it's fast depleting. My patience running thin too.

At the moment, I am helping The Scotsman with whatever I can help with. I would like to think, if I am ever going to be in that situation, I would like someone to be there to help me.

Karma, in its' simplest definition is ... the Golden Rule.

So... he shall prevail... and I shall too.

Yoga for curvy people

Curvy is the politically correct term for fat.

Or, pudgy, or.. oh what the hell.. fat.

So I used to be fat. Really fat... like 75 kilos fat.

I am still kind of fat... but I guess I am less fat than before.

The question that was plaguing me before I decided to dabble in and practice Yoga before losing all these pounds were :

Do fat people do Yoga?

I have to admit, as a fat person, I used to be intimidated by the slim and fit physique of the people in my old Yoga studio.

I am still intimidated now even. I have been wanting to go to the Yoga studio ran by fellow blogger Ninie Ahmad for some time now but had been using 'the distance' excuse to not go.

Truth is, I was scared that I might feel intimidated by all the other bendier, slimmer and definitely more positive sun shiny people doing the salutations there.

I was bloghopping yesterday during lunch on my Iconia and decided to click on the links on Yogadork's link list and stumbled on a blog on yoga for curvy people.

I will add the link in soon here. I was blown away by the articles in the blog, on how positive and how the writer was looking at life... and Yoga, from a curvy perspective.

Now, I don't know if I will ever perfect my Chaturanga, hanumanasana or ever manage to do a simple arm balance pose in this lifetime but there is so much more to Yoga than bending yourself over to see your own bum.

Yoga is a practice for you to discover yourself and to see things in a new light.

The bending over to see your bum is of course... a bonus.

Namaste.

This little thing I would like to call.. my life

Okay.. first attempt in blogging via android.

Being the old fashioned hippie that I have always been, I have to say that I would prefer the old fashioned tapoing away on the keyboard as opposed to the silent touch of this tablet PC.

*Missing my laptop...* -facepalm.

Aaanyway... yesterday was an interesting day, one of it being that I was, for some reason extremely irritated with the current going ons in the political front...

Or rather... the religious front....

Or.. wait... isu semasa... oh wait ... Erykah Badu was involved.

And as usual, I'll be fucked to make that out... really.

Seriously... my confusion is that of a laughable one. While I am trying my best to look the other way... I ... c a n ' t HELP it.

I guess it is really not a good thing that I am here blogging in my favorite capuccino / detox joint.

OK OK.... I am going to walk off the oh so yummy pumpkin, sage and feta pasta dish I had for lunch( I just spelled lunch as 'kunch')...

Hmmm... damn you touch screen!

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I is frustrated

Need to get used to this android app... ugh

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Penang

I finally did it. I finally had a vacation. It was only over the weekends, and we spent it doing beach stuff and we didn't have the chance to experience GeorgeTown, but it was worth every second.

It makes me see life in a different way, and not thinking about work (Oh well, I lied when I said I didn't think about it) was.. pretty... awesome...-ish.

And I was happy that I get to share it with one of the people who knows me well. I salute the fact that he was SO PATIENT with me, the wench on wheels... literally as I was the one who was driving.

I should do this more often. Next stop, all the other islands in Malaysia. Or maybe I am thinking Club Med... Yoga getaway, with my best friend. Woot!

B I R T H D A E

Ok... So I am guilty of not updating this avenue of expression since January.

*Dusting off the cobwebs*

But... It's not as if it will contribute to 'Masalah Negara' (National Issue??) anyways.

Today.. yes today... I turn 33.

I started it off at 12 am, chilling out with my bosses aka good friends at a friendly neighborhood pub.

In the midst of 90% of men and about oh I don't know 6 women, I was downing Kilkennys with Mutton pizza (Which was oh so good) and Deep Fried Tofu.

Earlier in the morning at about 1.30 am, I was with my best friend and one of my colleagues, at a McDonald's, eating junk food.

Hell... I am getting old... therefore, I am allowed.

Anyway... there I was at a pub, with a half pint of Kilkenny and fabulous food, plus fantastic laid back company.

We can't help it, of course... our conversation is a mixture of politics, work and other cheeky stuff.

At the stroke of midnight, my friends wished me and we throw back a couple of Tequilas and then a glass of Scotch. I received wishes from my Mum, and my two best friends called me singing ever so off key (Lol) the famous song for people who got a year older.

There were no cakes, no presents (I will get em' but I am a difficult person to buy prezzies for. Presents equates to Lacoste T - dress and Rabeanco Bags.. but I am realistic Haha!) ... but I feel blessed.

I must knock this half full thing in my head. Might as well, since I am approaching mid thirties.