March Babies Celebrate!!

Pilates..

Breathe in.. Hold it for 10 secs.. and slowly.. breathe it out.. whooo....

Trust me, breathing in has never been such a tough task until me and Ain attended our new pilates class. We were told to breathe in such that our diaphragm expands not our chest. Initially, that was fine until we were told to breathe such that our diaphragms expand sideways (not protruding outwards)!!! Hmm.. it took the instructor 3 months to master that, what's more novices like us?? well.. aside from mastering the the breathing technique, the rest were fine... slow and relaxing pace. Come to think of it.. I expected something much more vigourous.. hehe.. well.. its only the first lesson..

Happy Birthday to Aisha and Ain!!! (Selamat Hari Tua!!!)

The evening event was followed by a so-called 'suprise' birthday dinner for me and Ain, organised by our close peeps. So, obviously we had to pretend that we didn't know a single thing.. (actually I really did not know about it until Jazi came over to fetch us and ask if I was free after our pilates.. well.. assumptions..)

Well..well..well.. what do we have here? We found ourselves at Swensens at PS, and ahh... our other friends, Reza and Huda..were here too.. aww... so touching..

Dinner was superb.. followed by a surprise black forest ice cream birthday cake with 2 lighted candles.... (so much for trying to lose weight) I know its rare for me to get emotional but this time, I was really touched by the efforts made (after knowing who is the main people to organise it.. haha.. Ahh.. love you guys loads.. I really do.. :)

Pilates and Birthday surprise.. what could be a better combination??

For all the birthday wishes from all my close peeps.. THANK YOU!!!!

Time to let the cat out of the bag..

Secrets?

How long can you keep them? A few days.. a few months.. some even bury them for years..eons.....

How often should we hide stuffs from others?

Well, I came across this article from TODAY (today's paper); asians are found to be more reserved about their inner thoughts & feelings. It also state that we have this constant 'bad' habit of bottling things up.. as much as we could.. till the pressure builds up in the bottle..and... BLAST OFF!!!

Well.. the consequences of such a situation vary of course.. depending on your environment and your inner mind, heart and soul power. Honestly speaking, I am very much guilty of the situation above. My 'retention power' started to drain off gradually as the years passed by.. There and then, I started to question myself: -

Are all these efforts of hiding the real truth (or the real you for that matter) worth it ?? ?

Hey, if it leads to self-destruction.. you know you've got to get out of that rut, somehow or rather.. Yeah.. no more hiding in the closet or in your own created fantasy world... Pull Up that Socks.. or stockings..

However, unfortunately, in the harsh reality of life, things are always easier said than done.

So why do we keep secrets???

1) Fear & Shame

2) Rejection

3) Ridiculed

4) Must save the 'face' / the 'persona'.. keep in untarnished.

5) To feel accepted (must look good all the time)

6) Attempt to erase past

So, 'ms confused' here tried to draw up my own set of strategies, in getting myself out of sticky situations.

1: Weigh the pros and cons.

(Remember: Only fools rush in, Bigger fools dive in & never to re-surface)

Writing them down would be a BIG help. 'Thinking and thinking' will only lead you to an increased intake of Panadols at the end of the day. Having a journal or talking it out to someone whom u trust with all your life helps.

2: Hypothesis of Consequences.

3. Be Sure, Be decisive, No hesitations.

4. 4 C's

Courage, Confidence, Calmness & finally be Cool about it..

hmm.. this should be a gd start.. wish me luck.. (",)

Its a Love - Hate Relationship (with the car, that is..)

OK.. Im back.. wheels started moving again.. literally.. Today, I started to continue my practical driving lessons after a looooooong time.. (close to a year, my friend.. u bet it was rusty..).

"First lesson"

I was nervous.. all i could remember was how to start the engine.. wait a minute.. am i suppose to press the accelerator a little bit while starting the engine?? yes..no?? ok.. never mind..

Starting was slow.. and jerky ok.. I was so tensed... to make matters worst..Ive got a new instructor who used that metal rod (which we, educators, used in sch..!!).. ok, didnt expect anyone to use it on me now.. (lesson: Ive just realise how intimidated I felt as a student.., Sorry kids.. I promised I wouldn't use it in class ever again..well.. only when it is REALLY needed)

Trauma of the day: D**N T***T SLOPE...

For those novice drivers out there.. u can imagine the sheer anxiety.. fear.. clueless.. afraid of crashing into whoever is behind u .. and sitting beside this toad instructor who kept telling me to go .. never mind.. just whack.. what?? ok..which first?? clutch? brake?? or brake 1st?? signal?? (Mr Toad: turning point..turning point.. how can u forget that??)

Great.. just what I needed at this point of time... now the car stall.. it wun move forward.... (apparently, i lift the clutch too early.. not much acceleration..).. okoko.. For GOD's sake!!! I press the "d**n" thing oredi lah.. arghh... (im at the verge of breaking down .. pls move..)

Does that shout 'frustration' ? Well..obviously, i didnt throw all that straight to the instructor's face.. Fatigue leads to a perpetual surrender and to just act "sotong".. Honestly, at that point of time.. I felt that this was the worst day of my life.. (ok.. i was exaggerating.. maybe the worst day of the week) I've never felt tormented ...and you bet it was the LAST thing i need at the end of the day..... well.. it will soon be over..

Consolation out of the whole tormenting ordeal :- I'm goin to pass this thing.. and get out soon.. real soon..

Ranchu & Karaoke.. Substitute to Dewa.

Ranchu.

Its a fish.. dun worry ..I, too, didnt realise that it is a fish. Well..not until I visited Yuhua Cc. Ain & I were volunteering to assist our friend, Mus, in one of the events which her committee was organising. It turned out to be a competition whereby they would judge the fishes from side view and top view.

Introducing the "Tosai Ranchu"!!!

That's one of the breed of ranchu fishes. Upon hearing its name, it made me wondered if these fishes were first sighted in India. Maybe they would even have "Nan Ranchu" or "Prata ranchu"..

Whatever the names were.. trust me.. for those whose contact with fishes, were mainly on their plates as meal or at underwater world (like people me..), all the fishes look the same!!!
Mainly orange, fat, super round, montel giler.. with that bubbly head which looks a little bit deformed to me.. well.. more of giant goldfishes..

I guess my interaction with the Mendaki kids were more fruitful rather than my interactions with the underwater world creature. I assisted Kak Mus to babysit 11 adorable kids (who happen to be attending lessons at the CC while their parents attend a course on whatever it was.. ) So, here we are.. occupying the row of seats (behind the invited guest..whom I believe is some lady MP..pardon my ignorance..) You can bet I look like a surrogate widow with 11 stray kids.. well.. it was good enough that they behaved.. the cute thing was.. they clapped and cheered for every participant that won .. (despite the fact they didnt know any of them.. )

Well.. as usual, to end the outing.. KTV. hehe... After 2 weeks .. they actually updated their list of songs.. and what could beat the joy singing to Jamelia's superstar.. hehe.. In fact, this time, we had a strategy - to sing new songs by familiar singers.. it didnt turn out that badly.. but we ended up choosing way too many songs..

So, joining us for the next trip ? Well, tak dapat gi concert Dewa.. nyanyi KTV jadi lah.. LOL..