04 July 2015

Just like every morning.

Friends told me that I'm crazy.
Yeah, maybe.

Among the yoga folks, I'm normal.
Are we really that eager to meet the early birds?
No & nope.

Rather, i say, to greet ourselves.

A handful of days in a week, I'm up like that bunch of crazy yoga folks.

4am. Off the snooze. Shower. Make coffee. Dress up. Coffee ready. Pack bags. Take 10 minutes alone time. Snug into a dining chair. In daze. Fresh brew in my hands. Take a couple of sniff. Sip. Then gulp. Mouth washing with Listerine. A gulp of water. Ready to go. 

5am. To the bus stop. Cheering myself up with the morning breeze. 

The first bus arrived at 5.15am.
A chubby middle- aged uncle is already there.
Making himself comfortable, his fore-arm rested on his protruding belly like a cushion.
Engrossed with his smart mobile.
Few time, he lets out giggles. I smile to myself. 
Just like every morning.

I take the other seat, facing the road.
Gazing at the small patch of grass, and the framed sky view.
Those are all i need to be at ease.
Just like every morning.

A lingering smell of cigarette smoke. 
The well-dressed man with a sling bag is here.
Standing beside the bin, enjoying his first stick of the day.
Just like every morning.

When the last "bus-stop member" arrive, the bus is almost here.
A petite grouchy aunty. Casually dressed with short neat hair.
Armed with a few environmental-friendly shopping bags over her shoulders,
waddling to be the first in line.
Just like every morning.

My first greet of the day is the SBS bus driver.
I got my first stretch in the face, enough to return a " morning smile".
Just like every morning.

The next stop just around the corner. 

A smiley aunty. Neat short greyed hair.
Earth- colored flower printed blouse, matches with a black below-knee skirt.
Hello 你好!
Greeted the " bad morning mood" aunty, as she takes the seat beside her.
She ignored & looked away.
Just like every morning.

I love her spirit.

Am i the only crazy bunch to catch the day break?
I looked around and see the people I'm commuting with----I am not alone.
Whether its a must, a need or by choice--- we do it because we have to, we want to, we need to.

.... And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music....| Friedrich Nietzsche




04 June 2015

When success lies in the tries of many failures, would you still do it?

Jump and fall over. Just fall over.

This is what my teacher would always say. Always.

My both palms flat on the mat.
Head lifted just enough to focus my gaze at an invisible spot just at the top center in between the palms, forming a triangle.
Beads of sweat eagerly skiing down my nose bridge. Every breath carried a great deal of intensity.

 Ok. All i have to do is to bring my both feet.. from behind my palms to the front. 
So, if i miss the balance on the handstand, i will end up with a backbend.

I rehearsed what could possibly happen when i take that flight.
Replayed it many times mentally. A few more times quickly when i was making last-min adjustment to my hands--- just to get the most comfortable position.

The fear of falling can be quite choking.
But being afraid of that fear ( of falling) is worst.

I jumped. Past by the balance point. Fell over to the over side.

Oh...OK. That's not too bad actually. Not that frightening as what I've imagained. 

I stood up and smiled at my teacher.

The time you jump both feet off, few things may possibly happen.

If you landed back to where you started... OK.
If you managed to balance in that handstand... OK.
If you fall over to the other side... OK.

Don't make it a big deal. Just try again.

When you try, things happen, shit happens too. 
If you don't try, to be sure, nothing will happen. 


27 May 2015

Transiting through daily news: All these too shall pass

It's one of those days, transporting myself from one place to another.
The time spent in carriages has occupied much of my schedule.
While the whole transiting are happening, i took out my 5s nonchalantly like anyone did.

Just having the palm-sized phone in my right hand, i operated those functions like a pro.
As my thumb swiftly swished in a vertical motion lightly across the screen---- i glanced speedily for a quick updates about the news around the globe.
Good news. Bad news. Good news. Bad news. Bad news. Bad news. Good news. Good news. 

And I thought. 

Just at any one time, somebody is causing harm.. 
Another person, somewhere out there, is giving love.

Within breaths, someone is born....
And another being touches death. 

In some corners, some are crying in sorrow...
Others are tearing in joy.

A handful fell...
A few rose.

The universe does has it own way to keep everything in balance.

Every wickedness creates opportunity for kindness.
Every decency crafts a gap for immoral.

What we fail to see, does not determined any conclusion.
Why not drop those frames in our mind... and let's see?

Everything is transient. The only unchanging element is transient.
Just like how we transport ourselves from different locations.

As my cousin used to say: And all these too shall pass.