trying to add some colours to Greyville.
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a lot of controversy on this one lately…. “This controversy seems to come up because people are offended by combining sex appeal and yoga…but sex appeal is already all over the mass-media in many forms, both in-your-face and subtle. We all are highly influenced by the sex/shame controversy and it’s beyond yoga. I am unfazed to see it come into yoga because the tradition has already turned into an american commodity. If we use sex to sell everything, and we want to sell yoga, of course we are going to use sex. In my personal opinion is that the video shows a great home practice, with a beautiful body, in some clothing that one would naturally wear while practicing at home. We must be bigger than sex, bigger than capitalism, and bigger than nudity to thrive, and the fact that this yogini is not ashamed triggers people’s shame of themselves, of others, and of our own society.” all those prudes/feminists/purists/plain-jealous-women who made a big fuss over this should just take a few ujjayi breaths and a chill pill, i say… “Life is easy if you don’t live it. If you put yourself out there…especially these days on the internets…we’re all putting yourself out there not only for accolades or backslaps…but for criticism. Criticism is essential, and helpful—when and if it’s constructive. But…particularly these days on the internets…criticism is all too often as lazy and casual as it is vicious. We forget there are humans behind the targets we throw our words at.” –> interview with the brave and beautiful yogini herself at huffingtonpost.com (ps: she has a 7-yr-old kid too!) **** hmm, so how about this guy then, in nothing but a white loin cloth? ok for him coz he’s 1) a man, 2) non-Western, 3) set against a gritty backdrop, 4) not in an advertisement for a yoga studio…? ahh.
(speaking of which, dear True Yoga: STOP CALLING ME ALREADY.) (and while we’re at it, dear yoga-apparel-brands: Y U NO sell your stretchy halter tops and pants at more ’spiritual’ prices?! i don’t get.) *ok, ujjayi breaths…*
Jan
17
2012
 
Baby Khadija AlishaPosted by izadd in Announcement, Birth, Family, Photography, PosterousWe welcome the arrival of Is’s baby girl today at Thomson Medical Centre. She looks like the daddy with the lips from mummy’s sorry for the late second installation of the food trip, i was momentarily distracted by a certain new shiny object, hehe…. anyway, after the asam pedas lunch at muar, we drove all the way straight to our destination.
the last time when i was here, was way back 4 years ago and boy, am i amazed by the recent developments, many new buildings seem to have sprung up overnight! as we drove into the bustling melaka town, the familiar dryness of our throats signaled the need for some cool icy treat and so the first stop was jonker street for, chendol!
we were told that the jonker88 stall sells one of the meanest chendol in town. just a sip of the rich concoction explained why it’s one of the famous chendol in melaka. super thick gula melaka just oozing from the shaved ice, not like the syrupy diluted gula melaka normally found back home. it’s superbly rich and sweet indeed!
after our sweet delights, we explored around jonker street like tourists from err… singapore. well, most of the tourists here looked like they come from singapore anyway. :p
by now our tummy had started rumbling again and what else to do other than to find food! we wanted to try the famed asam pedas but since we had ‘em back in muar, decided to try something else. so we drove to their central shopping mall, the dataran pahlawan melaka megamall. this is a new addition to the usual mahkota parade that i used to visit 5 years back. looks like so much has changed since i last visited the area!
found a halal chicken rice shop at the basement of dataran pahlawan. we were attracted to the signage that they sold chicken rice balls here, a melaka delicacy but alas, were disappointed that the balls had sold out. so we bought the next best thing, chicken rice. quite authentic tasting chicken rice, nice! and to wash it all down with a nice bowl of chendol.
there’s a heritage gallery at the basement where you can get all types of local handcraft and foodstuff under one roof. a trip to melaka is never complete without stopping over at umbai for the seafood. so after getting our local foodstuff like keropok at the heritage gallery, we traveled south for dinner. the place is really popular among the locals and singaporeans alike. with super fresh seafood and super reasonable price, this place is a must visit!
you just have to choose the raw seafood displayed at the many stalls there and informed the hawker on how you want it cooked. we had our fish cooked half bbq and half sambal. our squid was deep fried and it tasted soft and crunchy. here you can eat your seafood with nasi lemak, piping ones wrapped in a mini newspaper bundle, comes with either sambal or without and tasted so so good with your bbq seafood!
although it was time to go back, a road trip is not complete without a visit to a local night market. coincidentally, we past by a night market on the way back, so without any second invitation, we raided the place. since our stomach were still digesting our seafood dinner, we just took a tour around the area. not surprisingly, some of these food looked too good to miss, fortunately there’s still space in my stomach for some crispy pancake, heh!
so with that last piece of crispy pancake in my mouth, we sped back to woodlands, two super contented stuffed married men it had been an enjoyable makan adventure for us and we look forward to the coming holidays to indulge again in our favourite pastime. well, this time we are thinking of going further, hmm…
‘Stuck’ is a story of a boy whose kite got tangled in a mess of a tree, and his subsequent efforts to retrieve it, his mode of strategy being throw-something-to-knock-something-else-down. i can always raise a few chuckles out of the kids when we read this, especially the parts where, instead of things/people being used for their obvious purposes (i.e. ladder, saw, firemen), he heaves them all up into the tree where they each get, well, stuck.
not only is oliver/jeffers a multi-award-winning children’s book writer and a brilliant artist, he’s also irish… and a DILF. there’s something about the song that soothes the mind discovered him via tunein (super great android radio app!) dunno if you have seen this one before. silky smooth dance moves to the dubstep version of “pump up kicks” by foster the people via mashable chilling with snowflake dessert on a hot day, while waiting for mummy to finish her yoga new ballet school for the new year, only 10 mins away from home. so convenient. glad it opened up here recently. and yes, she still enjoys prancing around in a tutu. am happy to oblige, miss auni…
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