1. Lose another 5kg. Rolled forward from last year and many years before.
2. Get the front splits
3. Not dislocate shoulder again
4. Do something 2014/2015 NYE
I struggled coming up with a fifth resolution so i'll leave that blank till i decide i want to do something.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Sunday, December 29, 2013
2013 comes to an end
First up, the resolutions. Two out of three achieved.
Managed to buy a house and lose 5kg. Didnt get the splits for two reasons. One reason was because Steve and i moved into the new house! We did major renovations on the kitchen.
Before
And after $12,000 of work, labour and material
Pretty pleased =) We did a lot from sourcing the appliances, floor tiles, contractors - electrician and plumber who were good and plasterer who wasnt so good, got Steve's colleague to help us take down a wall to open up the living area and the tiling for the floor. Got the cabinets and benchtop purchased and Steve did the installation and finally the red tile splashback. Its home, i love it.
Steve and i celebrated our 1st Year Anniversary together
At the same cafe we went to for our first date. Just a simple one.
The next major thing to happen is my dislocated shoulder injury at silks in September. This is the second reason i didnt work on my splits.
Made good friends with the girls in class and i joined them for a night out the day after my injury
Me in my sling with the strong girls. Many outings since then
It was tough for me, to attend the cabaret and watch the other girls perform the routine i practiced so hard for before i had my injury. It nearly brought me to tears seeing five silks, and only 4 girls. The fifth was meant for me. The healing process was a character building exercise.
Also i realised i tend to overeat when i was doing pole and silks, which caused my weight to jump from 59kg about Sep 2011 to 64kg by Jan 2013. During my injury, i went a little easier with meal sizes and throughout spring i walked 30minutes during lunch on average 3 days a week and once or twice a week in the evenings. Back to 59kg by November 2013. Aiming to lose another 5kg in 2014. I figured it will help me in pole and silks, the less i weigh, the less strain i will put on my joints when lifting myself up.
My cousin Shereen came to Aust to study in April, met Tun around July or August and by December they got married! LOL.
My first time as bridesmaid and first time giving a speech! All the adults and Steve said i was good, Steve said i sounded posh. Yay! Family in Melbourne is getting bigger and bigger!
The last big thing to happen in 2013 came as a little Feather Baby, a noisy miner bird Steve and i adopted. 12 short days filled with love and chirps. We were devastated when it died one extremely hot afternoon. Burying it was painful and every time another couple refers to their dog as their child or to themselves as parents of a cat, i felt that life can be unfair and cruel...
Sums up my 2013. Eventful with a mixture of ups and very trying downs.
The last big thing to happen in 2013 came as a little Feather Baby, a noisy miner bird Steve and i adopted. 12 short days filled with love and chirps. We were devastated when it died one extremely hot afternoon. Burying it was painful and every time another couple refers to their dog as their child or to themselves as parents of a cat, i felt that life can be unfair and cruel...
Sums up my 2013. Eventful with a mixture of ups and very trying downs.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Feather Baby
Steve was waiting for me in the car while i ran some errands. As he sat, he saw this little bird flapping and trying to climb up a tree
He realised it fell out of its nest. We couldnt see how high the nest was, and he argued that if we left it there it would die.
Lots of people on social media have been calling their dogs their #Furkid, so i posted a picture and said #Featherkid.
Instead of feather kid, somewhere along the way the name evolved. Steve and i have been calling it Feather Baby =) Not a real baby but one with feathers.
Absolutely adore our little Feather Baby
It is attached to us too =)11days so far
He realised it fell out of its nest. We couldnt see how high the nest was, and he argued that if we left it there it would die.
Lots of people on social media have been calling their dogs their #Furkid, so i posted a picture and said #Featherkid.
Instead of feather kid, somewhere along the way the name evolved. Steve and i have been calling it Feather Baby =) Not a real baby but one with feathers.
Absolutely adore our little Feather Baby
It is attached to us too =)11days so far
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Hosting my first family dinner!
The house i bought was a deceased estate. Which means the previous owner has passed away. I was a bit scared at first and asked aunty if she knew anyone who could bless the house.
Forgot about that, moved in, few months later aunty asked me if i still wanted to do the blessing. I said its not necessary at first (its been peaceful) but i have been meaning to have a dinner at mine for family, i just said yes.
Everyone in the photo is family or a plus one except for the pastor and wife =) M & E were running late and are not in the photo.
So i had the dishes to cook all planned out on one of the bus rides home from work about a month. Roast chicken because it is easy. BBQ pork using the oven because it is easy too and seafood tom yum soup cuz its good. Veggie n rice. Easy.
Or so i thought! Hosting my first dinner for 13 people was a big experience!
For a Saturday dinner, i began getting the groceries on Friday after work and a few new items. Got it cleaned and cooked dinner for Friday night and thats my Friday gone.
After breakfast, ran out to get the seafood i couldnt get on Friday and picked up a parcel for a friend. Cut pork and marinated it. Had lunch, we cleaned up the house and i began preparing the vegetables.
The worst part of it was at 3.45pm. I almost broke down. I couldnt choose what to cook first, second and so on. To make things worse, it was a really hot day at 26 degrees, the afternoon sun shines through my kitchen and living room and it was going to be baking hot! I needed the oven to run at 200degrees for two dishes in a row, about 2 hours straight! Plus i had to cook the soup on the stove! The thought of the heat made me worry!
Steve saved the day by pulling down the blinds! Glad my house is in good condition.
I decided to cook the pork first and then the chicken, watching it cook in the oven while preparing the soup.
Once i've got started, things start to move along. Worked out pretty well. I was still cooking the prawns for the soup when my guests started arriving at 6.30pm though. Not too bad
Steve was a charmer with my cousins and he was good chatter with the adults. Proud of him =)
Just as we were about to start eating, i looked at my rice and i said "Can i take a picture??". Hahaha and that is the only picture i have of the whole evening! Always running around playing hostess.
Pretty pleased with my first dinner for 13. Home cooked everything. My aunty contributed a tofu/veggie dish, M & E brought fruits and S & T brought their usual ice cream cake. No ghosts in house... =)
Forgot about that, moved in, few months later aunty asked me if i still wanted to do the blessing. I said its not necessary at first (its been peaceful) but i have been meaning to have a dinner at mine for family, i just said yes.
So i had the dishes to cook all planned out on one of the bus rides home from work about a month. Roast chicken because it is easy. BBQ pork using the oven because it is easy too and seafood tom yum soup cuz its good. Veggie n rice. Easy.
Or so i thought! Hosting my first dinner for 13 people was a big experience!
For a Saturday dinner, i began getting the groceries on Friday after work and a few new items. Got it cleaned and cooked dinner for Friday night and thats my Friday gone.
After breakfast, ran out to get the seafood i couldnt get on Friday and picked up a parcel for a friend. Cut pork and marinated it. Had lunch, we cleaned up the house and i began preparing the vegetables.
The worst part of it was at 3.45pm. I almost broke down. I couldnt choose what to cook first, second and so on. To make things worse, it was a really hot day at 26 degrees, the afternoon sun shines through my kitchen and living room and it was going to be baking hot! I needed the oven to run at 200degrees for two dishes in a row, about 2 hours straight! Plus i had to cook the soup on the stove! The thought of the heat made me worry!
I decided to cook the pork first and then the chicken, watching it cook in the oven while preparing the soup.
Once i've got started, things start to move along. Worked out pretty well. I was still cooking the prawns for the soup when my guests started arriving at 6.30pm though. Not too bad
Steve was a charmer with my cousins and he was good chatter with the adults. Proud of him =)
Just as we were about to start eating, i looked at my rice and i said "Can i take a picture??". Hahaha and that is the only picture i have of the whole evening! Always running around playing hostess.
Pretty pleased with my first dinner for 13. Home cooked everything. My aunty contributed a tofu/veggie dish, M & E brought fruits and S & T brought their usual ice cream cake. No ghosts in house... =)
Monday, September 23, 2013
Failures, Miscarriages and Injuries
These are three things people dont really talk about. I wanted to write about a couple of my failures last month but didnt get around to it. I've never had a miscarriage but i've heard its a lot more common that it appears to be.
I've always been lucky to be healthy and well, lucky. I've never had any major injuries, never been to the hospital other than to visit a patient. Until early this month!
My extreme sports has finally gotten to me. On Thursday night, I was attempting to do the aerial silks hip lock when i felt my weaker arm the right arm crack and a sharp pain in the biceps and triceps! Thankfully, along with a million other things i have to be thankful for, i was low enough to the ground to make a safe descend.
I didnt let go, i didnt crash, i landed on my feet. I didnt even fall. The other girls who were watching said i descended slowly and in control. I was panic mode, the pain was strong and unusual.
Everyone panicked too, they stopped the music and everyone was around me, the teacher, Vanessa got her boss to come to me and he told me they have to call an ambulance.
I must have looked like a deer in headlight looking up n around at the other girls, i was shell shocked and i said i'll just wait 5-10mins. Someone got me an icepack, everything was blurry, i was trying to determine exactly where the pain is and what happened.
I didnt feel any pain in my shoulder surprisingly. All i felt was a terrible strong pull in my biceps and slight numbness in the triceps. Hazel iced me and Vanessa called Steve to come pick me up. For a moment i just starred cluelessly as she she determined i cant drive.
They insisted i should see a dr and i had to agree. While waiting for Steve the whole class accompanied me and kept me positive, i felt bad disrupting the class!
Over 40minutes later, the pain was still consistent. I started to feel anxious. Steve arrived and the girls helped me pack up and we quickly left. Went straight to the hospital.
The journey was hell. Everytime Steve accelerated at green traffic lights, i felt the impact magnified in my arm. I had to direct him to the hospital.
Got myself registered and another level of hell began. The waiting. It felt forever and at the same time time flew. It was agonising. It drove me insane.
My arm was numb and the consistent pain was there for hours. I jumped to conclusions, i worried over losing my dominant arm, my writing arm, the thought of not writing and the thought of never doing pole or silks again could be liken to being stabbed. I had to know what was wrong! I needed a doctor. I missed Malaysia where my parents would bring me to private hospital in a blink of the eye, I missed my parents!
After 3.5 hours since the injury, at midnight, a doctor called "Sue", i jumped up happily like a school kid wanting to answer a question to get a prize. That action shot a wave of pain through my arm but i was so shit happy. I thanked him for calling me.
He was nice and with just one look at my bare shoulder he told me i dislocated it! I needed a n X-Ray. Got it done, the lady was nice and said that i was doing well, though i felt like an absolutely difficult patient. Then i had to wait for a bed.
In the mean time. Dr told me i'll need 6 weeks rest. He told me he wanted me to move my arm as little as possible. He doesnt want me to drive or comb my hair or brush my teeth with my injured arm. I was like OMG!!! Couldnt believe it.
A bed became available. Honestly it took more time getting me seated and taking off my long sleeved top than it did to pop my arm back in place.
All i remembered was starring at the ground as he held my injured arm a certain way with one hand and placed the other arm on my back. He asked the nurse to get another dr and tried a different movement. I braced myself. Before I could ask him if it was going to hurt, i felt a pop and my arm instantly felt better!!!! I said i felt it. He said he felt my arm pop too!!! Like a cheap romance novel! LOL.
When the nurse came back with another dr, it was already all done. The two drs spoke about me in jargons i have no clue what is, as doctors do. Was monitored in the hospital bed for a bit, and then they told me I could wait in the waiting area... which I sat at for not very long and then I could go home!
I glanced at the clock at it was 12.45pm. The end of my ordeal and the beginning of recovery.
I've always been lucky to be healthy and well, lucky. I've never had any major injuries, never been to the hospital other than to visit a patient. Until early this month!
My extreme sports has finally gotten to me. On Thursday night, I was attempting to do the aerial silks hip lock when i felt my weaker arm the right arm crack and a sharp pain in the biceps and triceps! Thankfully, along with a million other things i have to be thankful for, i was low enough to the ground to make a safe descend.
I didnt let go, i didnt crash, i landed on my feet. I didnt even fall. The other girls who were watching said i descended slowly and in control. I was panic mode, the pain was strong and unusual.
Everyone panicked too, they stopped the music and everyone was around me, the teacher, Vanessa got her boss to come to me and he told me they have to call an ambulance.
I must have looked like a deer in headlight looking up n around at the other girls, i was shell shocked and i said i'll just wait 5-10mins. Someone got me an icepack, everything was blurry, i was trying to determine exactly where the pain is and what happened.
I didnt feel any pain in my shoulder surprisingly. All i felt was a terrible strong pull in my biceps and slight numbness in the triceps. Hazel iced me and Vanessa called Steve to come pick me up. For a moment i just starred cluelessly as she she determined i cant drive.
They insisted i should see a dr and i had to agree. While waiting for Steve the whole class accompanied me and kept me positive, i felt bad disrupting the class!
Over 40minutes later, the pain was still consistent. I started to feel anxious. Steve arrived and the girls helped me pack up and we quickly left. Went straight to the hospital.
The journey was hell. Everytime Steve accelerated at green traffic lights, i felt the impact magnified in my arm. I had to direct him to the hospital.
Got myself registered and another level of hell began. The waiting. It felt forever and at the same time time flew. It was agonising. It drove me insane.
My arm was numb and the consistent pain was there for hours. I jumped to conclusions, i worried over losing my dominant arm, my writing arm, the thought of not writing and the thought of never doing pole or silks again could be liken to being stabbed. I had to know what was wrong! I needed a doctor. I missed Malaysia where my parents would bring me to private hospital in a blink of the eye, I missed my parents!
After 3.5 hours since the injury, at midnight, a doctor called "Sue", i jumped up happily like a school kid wanting to answer a question to get a prize. That action shot a wave of pain through my arm but i was so shit happy. I thanked him for calling me.
He was nice and with just one look at my bare shoulder he told me i dislocated it! I needed a n X-Ray. Got it done, the lady was nice and said that i was doing well, though i felt like an absolutely difficult patient. Then i had to wait for a bed.
In the mean time. Dr told me i'll need 6 weeks rest. He told me he wanted me to move my arm as little as possible. He doesnt want me to drive or comb my hair or brush my teeth with my injured arm. I was like OMG!!! Couldnt believe it.A bed became available. Honestly it took more time getting me seated and taking off my long sleeved top than it did to pop my arm back in place.
All i remembered was starring at the ground as he held my injured arm a certain way with one hand and placed the other arm on my back. He asked the nurse to get another dr and tried a different movement. I braced myself. Before I could ask him if it was going to hurt, i felt a pop and my arm instantly felt better!!!! I said i felt it. He said he felt my arm pop too!!! Like a cheap romance novel! LOL.
When the nurse came back with another dr, it was already all done. The two drs spoke about me in jargons i have no clue what is, as doctors do. Was monitored in the hospital bed for a bit, and then they told me I could wait in the waiting area... which I sat at for not very long and then I could go home! I glanced at the clock at it was 12.45pm. The end of my ordeal and the beginning of recovery.
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