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Reminder of a good day, unexpected sharing and comfort.
And once again feeling that God's people are love.
January 8th, 2010
Reminder of a good day, unexpected sharing and comfort.
And once again feeling that God's people are love.
okayHappy New Year everyone!
I received an e-mailer from Kate Spade today with the words: I resolve to wear out my passport.
And that is indeed what I hope to do this year! :)
I received an e-mailer from Kate Spade today with the words: I resolve to wear out my passport.
And that is indeed what I hope to do this year! :)
I realised Momo is a morning baby. The total opposite of me and Bernbern. Oops.
Everytime when I wake up at 6am to feed Bernbern meds, he's up bright eyed and hopping around the cage while Bernbern snoozes in one corner and I struggled to keep my eyes open.
When I walked towards the cages, he would hopped to the cage door, pawed at it and looked expectantly at me for me to let him out to play. How can I refuse him when he's so cute right? When I opened the cage door, he immediately hopped onto my lap. Awwww.
Usually in the evenings, he will hopped back into the cage on his own accord but in the mornings, he just stay on my lap and nibble at at clothes. But I could only let him out for a while cos' I had to go to work. :( He looked so sad when I put him back into the cage.
Looks like I'm going to have to wake up even earlier to entertain him before I go to work.
This is my favorite pic of him. *pinch cheeks & squeeze his furry backside*
Everytime when I wake up at 6am to feed Bernbern meds, he's up bright eyed and hopping around the cage while Bernbern snoozes in one corner and I struggled to keep my eyes open.
When I walked towards the cages, he would hopped to the cage door, pawed at it and looked expectantly at me for me to let him out to play. How can I refuse him when he's so cute right? When I opened the cage door, he immediately hopped onto my lap. Awwww.
Usually in the evenings, he will hopped back into the cage on his own accord but in the mornings, he just stay on my lap and nibble at at clothes. But I could only let him out for a while cos' I had to go to work. :( He looked so sad when I put him back into the cage.
Looks like I'm going to have to wake up even earlier to entertain him before I go to work.
This is my favorite pic of him. *pinch cheeks & squeeze his furry backside*
From rainier :)
Three Stories From My Life
by Steve Jobs
This is the very inspirational speech given by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, to the graduating class of Stanford University on June 12, 2005.
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
Three Stories From My Life
by Steve Jobs
This is the very inspirational speech given by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, to the graduating class of Stanford University on June 12, 2005.
I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
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January 7th, 2010
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I like browsing at Jones' the Grocer. Though frankly, I hardly buy because the prices are higher. But it is still a fantastic happy place to be at. I did mention that supermarkets make me happy right?
We hung out with W and G before our game of Agricola. Yea. We are hooked on it. I keep losing and I hate it but it's still a lot of fun.
I like the fact that I don't have to troop down all the way to Dempsey to visit Jones'. I heard the prices are higher at this Orchard outlet but at least the convenience makes up for it.
We selected a platter of cheese and nibbles with some special aged ham that tasted similar to Parma ham and a mains each.
The wagyu burger that I ordered came without a top bun much to my disappointment. How can you call it a burger if it doesn't have a top? But at least, it was decent. Not out of the world but I did enjoy it.
Jones' the Grocer
Mandarin Gallery, 4 level
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etsy shopping!
Busy loading the store in preparation for Valentine’s. It’s creeping up on us… really. It almost feels like Christmas has only just passed. In any case, a couple of items are marked down, left with one item in stock or priced at a steal. They make lovely gifts if I may so, especially the charm necklace, Charmed — A Little Loving.
So erhmm, what are you waiting for?
By the way, a trip might be on the cards so be sure to get your orders in pronto. (Now for me to sort out the documents for our travel…)
Sometimes we need to hear the truth in simple ways. As the young ones do :)
thankful- 08:23:42: @sassyhongkong i have a great place in Sheung Wan that's cheap and awesome, super natural looking too. send me a DM for the contact details!
- 17:09:33: Looking forward to a quiet night in w/ the dogs, grilled salmon+salad. This gloomy weather is not helping my enthusiasm for anything else!
- 19:35:13: HEPA filter was the easiest set-up ever: out the box and plug in! Looking forward to cleaner air tonight - my allergies are acting up.
- 21:02:08: Quickest, most delicious light dinner - pan fried salmon fillet w/ crisp mixed greens dressed in homemade berry dressing. Yummy!
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January 6th, 2010
- 22:44 @choyna flight to? #
- 22:49 What were 3 things that made u smile today? #
- 22:50 @vanstels 1. Korean lunch! 2. Having mum's company after a long while 3. Home-cooked dinner, yumms. #
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The past 1-2 days, the Cross and what it means has come up in things I've read, watched and heard. Tonight, we were told that God's will is revealed to us fully in Christ.
1 Thess 5:18
give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
contemplativewoohoo! so proud of him! (:
ecstatic
Taken from the Jan '01 issue of Runner's World - I wished I had that many siblings. The slowest brother ran 5:31 with a prosthetic leg!
That's one great achivement for all 16 siblings to run a marathon. On a side note, the mom was pregnant for a total of 12 years?!! OMG. Even if she had twins or triplets, that's still amazing.
I get all inspired from reading RW each time. The people make running sound easy!
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Now that he is older, I thought the New Year would be a good time to start on an exercise programme with Sean.
So we went for Mums and Babes Yoga earlier today.
And as we all know, working out is so much more enjoyable when you have a rockin' outfit. Paired with the right attitude, of course.
Sean Sean Bo Bon, Banana Fana Fo Fon, Fee Fai Fo Fon, SEAN!
Unfortunately, we didn't get off to a good start.
Before the class even began, Sean managed to roll himself off our mat for the split second when I wasn't looking and knocked the back of his head HARD on the parquet floor.
His first major boo-boo - ever - brought on much anguished wailing. Sigh.
Otherwise, the rest of the class went by pretty uneventfully.
The wonderfully patient instructor brought the mummies through the usual breathing and stretching exercises - the only difference was that we had distractions underfoot in the form of busy little two feet tall human beings!
Sean was one of the youngest in the class - the age range of the kids is about a few months old to a year old or so - which was a good thing because he couldn't wander very far from me. Some of the older ones were crawling and walking (some still staggering unsteadily) all over the room!
The little ones were free to do pretty much what they so desired during the class but we did involve them in some of the exercises.
For example, we would carry them while doing side-stretches or balancing on one foot for the tree pose, do squats while facing them towards the mirror (they love looking at themselves!), etcetera.
Who needs dumbbells when you have a 6kg baby to haul around?
Sean wasn't in the best of moods so we had to sit out on some of the routines.
But on the whole, it was good fun and the babies lapped it all up.
I think their favourite bit was when we sat in a circle - with them in our arms carrying on with our stretching exercises - and sang with them. I think I was the only Mummy who didn't know the words to Wheels on the Bus, heh.
I was very amazed to see the babies so enchanted by the songs - it was the only time when we had their full attention, it was like a blanket of calm suddenly descended on the group.
Sean even broke into a chuckle or two at the end!
I am not sure if I will make this a regular affair just yet but I must say it's really nice to get out of the house and do something fun with Sean.
One of my new year resolutions is to resume yoga proper again - most likely, just by myself while my mum or Foops watches Sean - two to three times a week.
We'll see how that pans out. Baby steps for now.
So we went for Mums and Babes Yoga earlier today.
And as we all know, working out is so much more enjoyable when you have a rockin' outfit. Paired with the right attitude, of course.
Unfortunately, we didn't get off to a good start.
Before the class even began, Sean managed to roll himself off our mat for the split second when I wasn't looking and knocked the back of his head HARD on the parquet floor.
His first major boo-boo - ever - brought on much anguished wailing. Sigh.
Otherwise, the rest of the class went by pretty uneventfully.
The wonderfully patient instructor brought the mummies through the usual breathing and stretching exercises - the only difference was that we had distractions underfoot in the form of busy little two feet tall human beings!
Sean was one of the youngest in the class - the age range of the kids is about a few months old to a year old or so - which was a good thing because he couldn't wander very far from me. Some of the older ones were crawling and walking (some still staggering unsteadily) all over the room!
The little ones were free to do pretty much what they so desired during the class but we did involve them in some of the exercises.
For example, we would carry them while doing side-stretches or balancing on one foot for the tree pose, do squats while facing them towards the mirror (they love looking at themselves!), etcetera.
Who needs dumbbells when you have a 6kg baby to haul around?
Sean wasn't in the best of moods so we had to sit out on some of the routines.
But on the whole, it was good fun and the babies lapped it all up.
I think their favourite bit was when we sat in a circle - with them in our arms carrying on with our stretching exercises - and sang with them. I think I was the only Mummy who didn't know the words to Wheels on the Bus, heh.
I was very amazed to see the babies so enchanted by the songs - it was the only time when we had their full attention, it was like a blanket of calm suddenly descended on the group.
Sean even broke into a chuckle or two at the end!
I am not sure if I will make this a regular affair just yet but I must say it's really nice to get out of the house and do something fun with Sean.
One of my new year resolutions is to resume yoga proper again - most likely, just by myself while my mum or Foops watches Sean - two to three times a week.
We'll see how that pans out. Baby steps for now.
pleasedever since the year started, this has been my life for most of the day...
enough said.
enough said.
busy at workMy yoga teacher would always say - foot between hands, no sound.
Whilst running yesterday, it came into my mind. I tried to make my foot steps as light as possible. I was told that I am a quiet runner. Which is good. I figured that the quieter I run, the less I slam my foot down and the lesser the injuries.
And so I tried.
2 loops, 53 minutes of rolling slopes and I feel darn good!
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- 07:46:08: Great day for sleeping in: chilly-ish, overcast, dreary. Not a good day for a silk knee-length dress w/ flutter sleeves and flip flops. Brr!
- 11:10:29: @cupcakegeek it's gift of the gaB isn't it?
- 11:11:00: @eelyntang it's not sabo-ing...it's his bad for not being accountable, it *is* an internship after all that he's receiving credit for!
- 11:42:50: @jayesel CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!
- 15:14:47: Trying Power Yoga 1 tonight. I am actually scared that I won't be able to finish the class!
- 15:30:09: @moonberry wah so you damn kio dio...! enjoy!!
- 16:47:28: @moonberry kio dio = picked up a gem in Hokkien ;)
- 17:07:29: @cupcakegeek i love dresses too!
- 17:11:06: @cupcakegeek yes generally, though i do dress mine up/down with accessories like belts, scarves, long necklaces etc!
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So erhmm, 2010 has already started and we are already halfway through the first week. Things have been off to a rocky start with the entire family falling prey to the flu virus. A pretty darn strong one I must add. In fact, we are all still recovering. If you can call having absolutely no voice a step in the direction of ‘recovery’. GAH.
A number of emails have come in to ask about what happened to the shop, whether the discount is still on yadayadayada. I’m sorry, the discount is no longer applicable and the shop has been taken offline. I’m trying to work on the revamp but I don’t quite make sense of all the 01s. I’ve loaded a couple of items on Etsy (new never seen before ones as well as treasured favourites) and you are all welcome to shop there. Or if you have found something you fancy on Flickr and want it, drop me a note. I’d see what I can do.
Meantime, off to work on some ‘Valentine’ themed items. As fast as I can because, you know, FLU. Bah humbug.
January 5th, 2010
Girlfriends are the best things in this world.
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