03 June 2012

Talking about Rights...ya right.

Sometimes, i don't get it. Pardon me, why are we fighting for problems that are created by us?
Whenever i read about fighting for rights, any sort... it amuses me. 
The existence of human rights was due to the imbalance treatments among the human race, by us the human beings.
The existence of animal rights was due to the unethical treatments to the animals, by us the human beings.
The existence of environmental rights was due to the improper treatment to the nature resources of the habitat that we all are living in, by us the human beings.

Sometimes i thought: What is wrong with us?

Tracking back down to our own race, our allowance of identifying ourselves with differences is stirring whirlpool among us, and breaking us apart. And because we are being treated unequally, we impose this negativity feeling onto animals and the environment. Transferring of emotions. The vicious cycle of " an eye for an eye"... and Gandhi added brilliantly " makes the whole world blind". 

We are really a contradicting group. When half the world is trying to save, the other half happily destructing. When a part of us is in line with our soul, the other part if against it. 

When there is indiscipline ego inflating, there is hunger for power. With power using on others abusively, it creates hatred on the end party. With hatred, drafts a revenge plan. This revenge plan filled with hatred and hunger of power is then used on defenseless animals--- that creates lots of fears in the brink of struggles to death. And in the end, the flesh of the animals enter the human mouths... swallowing their own revenge plan and tummy filled with hatred and fear. Where's the rights?

This is how i see.


29 May 2012

Yoga saved my virgin run

As how many have said about "Never Say Never". How true is it. I told myself i'll never want to do any running, at all.
Remember how every of us gone through the Fitness Test during school time. 2.4Km run was a drag... never once did i pass it, or even motivated to do something about it. The ONLY time i pass my run during my last year of school, was a total flop... the instructor was holding on to two stop- watches, and clocked my time in that confusion--- so i passed! Thank god, i escaped any position for re-test.

Since then, i stop running. i get bored. I can practice yoga all alone for 2 hours, but not running for even 10 minutes. Music helps a while... but as the boredom expands, i U-turn running back home. As running events get more popular here in Singapore, i've friends who loves to run, and some even challenge the full- marathon. Kudos to them!

I give yoga or pilates classes to people who are preparing for marathon or long run. But i never like the sport. I've seen how people busted their knee joints, fractured their ankles and slipped their spinal disc from running. And these gave me a plus point for striking off from my activities. Only, if only people know how to run correctly, its healthy.

Every now and then, my friends invited me join them for running events, i turned them flat down. For the reasons that most events happen in the weekends morning ( i'll be in classes), that's a good way to reject them. That's the fact, no lying:) This time, i got asked again... hey.. the run starts in the night..!
Dooms... i did not what crossed my mind at that time... but i got registered to a 10 km run.

To many avid runners out there, 10 km may means peanut-- or just your daily routine warm- up before you get serious training started. For people who don't run, like me.... its like a mile. As the day gets nearer, i regretted on my decision.

I tried to do some "training". The first private practice, i tried running for a half -hour. I could not get out of bed, or even had to stay away from my yoga mat for one whole week. Then, i shoo away from the track, and just do yoga. The second last- minute private training, lasted for just 10 minutes...

On that day of the event, i insisted to do my usual yoga practice... 2 hours of stretching--- should prevent me from getting any joints injuries or muscular cramps. And what's more, yoga practices always lighten and energizes my mood! ( glad i did)
The event was packed! Jammed packed... Singaporeans loves running huh! So, i geared up my private selection of music, together with my friends we started the race. We lost one another anyways, i just kept going, alone.

Surprisingly, i made it through the run in 1.5 hours ( which i gave myself 3 hours initially to comfort myself). No heavy panting, no blackout, no cramp.. wonderful:) I put my yoga practice into use during the run--- scooped the hips, engaged the abs, shoulders and lower rib- cage depressed, long breathing for stamina ( ashtanga method really helps here), don't bother about the mini steps, keep looking ahead ( dristhi concept from ashtanga, again).
It was a great experience for me personally. Pretty surprise that how the accumulation of yoga practice over the few years had given me so much strength, that it cleared doubts on the capability of myself initially. But still, running is not my favorite... will i run again then? Why not, if its in the night again!

That night after the run, i went home and realized there was blood in my socks. One of my toe nails had shifted in, its sort of like flesh tear in the nail bed. The cause--- as we run forward, the toes in the shoes shift forward and keep bumping again the shoes- front. It didn't occur to me before--- probably i did not run long enough on my own.
My friend suggested to cut the toe nail REAL short, so the bumping will happen on the fleshy tip of the toes, not the nails.












23 May 2012

Are they being clingy or are we not releasing?

When I was younger, I asked my teacher where is birth and when is death. He answered, " everywhere all the time."
It took me a while to really comprehend this idea, which I naively took it as babies are born and people are dying everyday.
We like creation, birth and greetings. But when it comes to dissolution, death and goodbyes... We refuse to let it go.
Be it bodily, relationships or intellectuals... The idea of accepting an end is as if cutting a flesh out from our arms. Then, we suffer.
Come to think about it, is it we who refuse to set them ( an idea or emotion) free or is that we thought that they are clinging onto us?

Are we mistakenly holding on to death and in turn blocking the progression of birth?
Just like holding to a rope, so tightly. That if we are so fearful to let it go, we'll get rope-burn, till we learn how to free ourselves.