So I went to see my colleague in the business to find out about the changes that occurred when I was gone. I made arrangements to meet my colleague at the compound but I will not go in the office. I didn't want to be stuck in the office until late. No more late night meetings for me. It's all futile for me.
I went with the intention of airing my pet peeves and there are alot of pet peeves in the organization. The last meting that I attended, about eight weeks ago, There were the leaders up to there usual antics about begging for money, bad mouthing other organization, and talking about buying a bar so that the party would be more feasible. I almost walk out of the meeting because all that mentioned was against my ethics. I haven't been the same since.
Now that I come from my hiatus and find that there have been many changes in the organization. So I asked directly of what happened; what occurred that impeded the changes.
Hong told me the office moved because of the growth of the organization. However, I believe that there is more than that. Yes, the meeting were getting a bit too crowded, but it has always been crowded. The crowds don't bother me, its the length of time for the meetings that bothered me. Its the language and the way the meeting is conducted that bothered me.
Then I went into the business of wellness. The way the organization is, it has nothing to do with wellness. Going out and partying until the wee hours meeting movie stars that I have no idea who they are and have no interest in--all the activities thus far has no value to me. I am not going to invite people to go partying with star we just do know or care about. My friends really don't care about stuff like this. It's just not attractive enough.
Everything else remains the same. The preliminary meetings will still go on; the how2 may been renamed to something but it will go on. THe only consolation, if one can think of it as a consolation, is the meetings will be slightly shorter. But my heart is no in it at all.
If I were to ask myself if I should change my life to fit the organization or find an organization that suits my lifestyle? My heart is not in this organization. I really don't know what I am willing to do to succeed in this organization. Yes, I can spend more time in the organization (and cut downn my yoga time) but will I learn anything new?
I can start make calls but I just don't feel confident in my speech. People can tell that my heart is not in the stuff. I have no passion regarding this organization. Just like I told my colleagues at the end, nobody wants to invest money and not get nothing in return. At some point there will have toi be a cut out point. I have reach that point.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Day 87
Day 87 is quite close to day 199, but it might as well be Day 1 again.
I reviewed my original intentions and discovered that I did achieve them. But I am not disappointed and still believe that LOA is always working to my benefit.
So lets review the original intentions.
As for renovating the house. I might fix it so it would look my attractive to potential buyer because the way it now, nobody with a sane mind would buy this place. One look at it and they might as well tear it down and build a new one. Or tear it down and sell the land.
But I already know where my new two bedroom condo will be located. I just have to find one in the right price range so I can create my new humble abode I just have to believe that I wil have the money and means to pay it all off so that I don't have to deal with a mortgage.
So for quitting my job. I don't think its a viable option now. But my job--the boring, time consuming job-- mutated. For the past month I set out to achieve the first and the best 1st National Awards and I did it. I have achieved what I set out to when the association was created -- the National Awards. And I achieved it with resounding accolades from members and the bosses.
The direction that TTA is going will definitely give my options to change my job. When my job changes, then I would essentially 'quit my job'. I had lunch with K. Dee today and it was a good one-on-one even though it was not official. The official will be on Thursday. But I told her a few things that my help me get the monetary reward I think I deserve.
I know I will get a raise and I will get a bonus too. But like I said, I really know know where or how I am going to earn 100,000/month passive income. Well, I am going to check on Shaklee again. I am still awaiting Kin's answer.
Then I went on vacation. I didn't visit any of the seven wonders but I did go to Bali for a yoga retreat. The best decision for my life at the moment. It was such a successful retreat that I made a new declaration or a manifestion that contains only a slither of the original intentions.
Not that the original intentions were not achievable but it was clear. Now that I have made new and clear intentions, paste at my closets and door so it will be 'in my face' . I canvisualize it everyday, meditate on it so I can realize it and"manifest" the reality.
As for practicing yoga daily. Well, since I'd been back, I have made it possible to practice daily--either by going to the studio or following the VDO at home. So now I have no excuse not to practice yoga daily. I read somewhere that a 15 minute /day yoga [practice is better than one 90 minutes yoga practice once a week. Sure I started out with a 90 minute session but I made arrangements that I can practice everyday. And today is my Day 1 for daily yoga practice.
And oh, I found the artist in me--the part of me that I have buried since I'd back from the US. I am building a batik studio up on the roof so I can practice and continue my art.
After all of this review I really should be disappointed because I am not even close to any of my original intentions. But, instead I'd been exhilarated by my new intentions and declare today Day 1 again.
I reviewed my original intentions and discovered that I did achieve them. But I am not disappointed and still believe that LOA is always working to my benefit.
So lets review the original intentions.
- To earn at least 100000 baht (about $2,900) a month so that renovate the house. I will start renovate the house by building a spare room and bathroom upstairs so that Sri can stay there. Then I will renovate my bedroom and bathroom in conjunction with expanding the balcony, and a small working area for myself. Then comes the back of the house where it will have to be rebuilt so I can expand the kitchen and dining room. Redecorate the living room completely and move laundry area from upstairs to downstairs.
- I want to quit my job and have time to grow my business. This would mean that I will have time to go to yoga everyday if I wish.
- My favorite: Travel the world and visit the "seven wonders of world" especially now that there are fourteen wonders.
As for renovating the house. I might fix it so it would look my attractive to potential buyer because the way it now, nobody with a sane mind would buy this place. One look at it and they might as well tear it down and build a new one. Or tear it down and sell the land.
But I already know where my new two bedroom condo will be located. I just have to find one in the right price range so I can create my new humble abode I just have to believe that I wil have the money and means to pay it all off so that I don't have to deal with a mortgage.
So for quitting my job. I don't think its a viable option now. But my job--the boring, time consuming job-- mutated. For the past month I set out to achieve the first and the best 1st National Awards and I did it. I have achieved what I set out to when the association was created -- the National Awards. And I achieved it with resounding accolades from members and the bosses.
The direction that TTA is going will definitely give my options to change my job. When my job changes, then I would essentially 'quit my job'. I had lunch with K. Dee today and it was a good one-on-one even though it was not official. The official will be on Thursday. But I told her a few things that my help me get the monetary reward I think I deserve.
I know I will get a raise and I will get a bonus too. But like I said, I really know know where or how I am going to earn 100,000/month passive income. Well, I am going to check on Shaklee again. I am still awaiting Kin's answer.
Then I went on vacation. I didn't visit any of the seven wonders but I did go to Bali for a yoga retreat. The best decision for my life at the moment. It was such a successful retreat that I made a new declaration or a manifestion that contains only a slither of the original intentions.
Not that the original intentions were not achievable but it was clear. Now that I have made new and clear intentions, paste at my closets and door so it will be 'in my face' . I canvisualize it everyday, meditate on it so I can realize it and"manifest" the reality.
As for practicing yoga daily. Well, since I'd been back, I have made it possible to practice daily--either by going to the studio or following the VDO at home. So now I have no excuse not to practice yoga daily. I read somewhere that a 15 minute /day yoga [practice is better than one 90 minutes yoga practice once a week. Sure I started out with a 90 minute session but I made arrangements that I can practice everyday. And today is my Day 1 for daily yoga practice.
And oh, I found the artist in me--the part of me that I have buried since I'd back from the US. I am building a batik studio up on the roof so I can practice and continue my art.
After all of this review I really should be disappointed because I am not even close to any of my original intentions. But, instead I'd been exhilarated by my new intentions and declare today Day 1 again.
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Alas, my last day. . .
I consider my retreat/vacation is resounding success. It's been a week since I'd been back and I am keeping my artistic and adventurer mindset close to my heart.
My last 1.5 days in Bali is spent being a tourist. I went to the temples and took lots of picture, just because I can. I went shopping for last minute gifts just because I want too. For a person who have been to Bali, it was quite uneventful. However, for a first timer, it would be wonderful.
For any first timer considering going to Bali, do the usual Bali tour of going to temples, artist studios, cooking class, shopping and bar hopping--it would be a wonderful vacation.
For those who are looking for a good retreat--spiritually and relaxing, Bali would feed your the spirituality you need whatever creed you are. If you like culture, then Bali is for you. I am sure there are places like Bali, but Bali has won my heart, besides it's only 4 hours on plane.
Now that I'm back at home and back at work, I am making a conscientious decision to keep up my batik and yoga. I just spent alot of money to upgrade my yoga membership at one of my yoga studio. Also, I'd been shopping, both on-line and going to stores, to find batik books and batik supplies so I can build my batik studio. I have I place for it already--the roof.
I went to Chatuchak, or JJ as the local call it, yesterday, the famous weekend market. Like my girlfriend, Kin Yeung, my college roommate who visited a few years back, called it "the world's biggest junkyard" full of lovely junk and cheap. That exactly what it was.
I really want to find local batik supplies, so since I'd been back I'd been shopping--buying books, researching on-line, buying supplies. That's why I went to JJ even though it's my favorite place. I'd rather go to the shopping mall or an art supplies store for things like this, but alas, there not even a decent art supplies store in town. So I went to JJ find find--and almost more- that I need.
I got myself paraffin wax, pots and pans, clothes pins, a few other stuff I may need but I couldn't find beeswax. That is for next weekend when I am planning to go get myself fabric paints, beeswax, cotton materials, frames, and brushes.
Oh, I almost forgotten, I singed up for art lessons starting in January. Although the class is large--6 people have already signed up (I'm hoping a few people will dropout by the time the class starts) but classes and workshops are few and far in between.
By next week I can prepare myself a small studio so I can do stuff there.
My last 1.5 days in Bali is spent being a tourist. I went to the temples and took lots of picture, just because I can. I went shopping for last minute gifts just because I want too. For a person who have been to Bali, it was quite uneventful. However, for a first timer, it would be wonderful.
For any first timer considering going to Bali, do the usual Bali tour of going to temples, artist studios, cooking class, shopping and bar hopping--it would be a wonderful vacation.
For those who are looking for a good retreat--spiritually and relaxing, Bali would feed your the spirituality you need whatever creed you are. If you like culture, then Bali is for you. I am sure there are places like Bali, but Bali has won my heart, besides it's only 4 hours on plane.
Now that I'm back at home and back at work, I am making a conscientious decision to keep up my batik and yoga. I just spent alot of money to upgrade my yoga membership at one of my yoga studio. Also, I'd been shopping, both on-line and going to stores, to find batik books and batik supplies so I can build my batik studio. I have I place for it already--the roof.
I went to Chatuchak, or JJ as the local call it, yesterday, the famous weekend market. Like my girlfriend, Kin Yeung, my college roommate who visited a few years back, called it "the world's biggest junkyard" full of lovely junk and cheap. That exactly what it was.
I really want to find local batik supplies, so since I'd been back I'd been shopping--buying books, researching on-line, buying supplies. That's why I went to JJ even though it's my favorite place. I'd rather go to the shopping mall or an art supplies store for things like this, but alas, there not even a decent art supplies store in town. So I went to JJ find find--and almost more- that I need.
I got myself paraffin wax, pots and pans, clothes pins, a few other stuff I may need but I couldn't find beeswax. That is for next weekend when I am planning to go get myself fabric paints, beeswax, cotton materials, frames, and brushes.
Oh, I almost forgotten, I singed up for art lessons starting in January. Although the class is large--6 people have already signed up (I'm hoping a few people will dropout by the time the class starts) but classes and workshops are few and far in between.
By next week I can prepare myself a small studio so I can do stuff there.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Nirvana Batik
Besides the LOA workshop, I wanted to learn batik. I have always been fascinated by batik- the art of dying, waxing, textile designs. Since childhood, I have always attempted Batik to a certain degree of success. I designed material for a dress, a wall hanging and now a painting. I am not a expert and certainly would like to go back to have some intensive training-- just because I want to.
I made a lovely, vibrant batik painting of tropical fishes. I know that the coloring and sequence of the dye has a lot to do with Nyoman's (my teacher) direction and guidance, but the piece is so beautiful that I'm going to frame it and show it to the world. One day, I'll be back learning from him again.
Since my return to home I have been researching where I can get batik supplies. I bought the janting - the traditional pen-like stick for waxing the materials. This weekend, I plan to go the weekend market and get pots and pans for the wax, and if I can find the wax, paint brushes, etc.
If worse comes to worst, that I couldn't find any supplies at all - I found many websites that selling batik stuff. I will carry on with this hobby.
I can imagine myself doing pillow covers for gifts to my friends and family. Not for this Christmas, but for next year--all year long. And starting next January I am taking art lessons every Saturday just because I want to.
If I learned anything from the law of attraction these 83 days (out of 100 days) is the universe will provide. Fast or slow, it's really up to you and the vibration you send out to the universe. Perhaps my lessons for law of attraction is done for now, however, I'm in such a high that I don't want this to go away at all.
Now only apply this to my business and I will succeed with earning my passive income of THB100,000 a month (perhaps more now). I will get the life I want, I will enjoy the life I want and I deserve I life I want.
I made a lovely, vibrant batik painting of tropical fishes. I know that the coloring and sequence of the dye has a lot to do with Nyoman's (my teacher) direction and guidance, but the piece is so beautiful that I'm going to frame it and show it to the world. One day, I'll be back learning from him again.
Since my return to home I have been researching where I can get batik supplies. I bought the janting - the traditional pen-like stick for waxing the materials. This weekend, I plan to go the weekend market and get pots and pans for the wax, and if I can find the wax, paint brushes, etc.
If worse comes to worst, that I couldn't find any supplies at all - I found many websites that selling batik stuff. I will carry on with this hobby.
I can imagine myself doing pillow covers for gifts to my friends and family. Not for this Christmas, but for next year--all year long. And starting next January I am taking art lessons every Saturday just because I want to.
If I learned anything from the law of attraction these 83 days (out of 100 days) is the universe will provide. Fast or slow, it's really up to you and the vibration you send out to the universe. Perhaps my lessons for law of attraction is done for now, however, I'm in such a high that I don't want this to go away at all.
Now only apply this to my business and I will succeed with earning my passive income of THB100,000 a month (perhaps more now). I will get the life I want, I will enjoy the life I want and I deserve I life I want.
Alone again. . . .
Now that I'm back to the same ol' grind, I am left alone to do whatever I want - which is very little.
I got this wonderful idea to take Art Lessons since I got in touch with my artistic side again during my holidays. I just have to keep it up.
Back to my holidays.
I mailed a postcard to my colleagues and remarking to the postman that I probably arrived to office before the card gets to them and it was true, he he....
One of the reasons I was so excited about my holidays in Ubud is that there is an on-going workshop regarding LOA. So, that really sealed the deal on going to Bali and attending the workshop.
I really didn't think much about LOA except for gratitude. Be thankful for everything that I have, everything that I am. The little quiz really surprised me because there was a question: If you know you were going to succeed, what is the one thing you would do?
To enjoy my life, was my answer. This one really surprise me because I didn't expect it to come out. My idea of success was the Nicole Kidman Omega watch, only it over and above what I am suppose to have. Yes, to own that watch would be a sue sign that I'd arrived to the outside world. A symbol of my success but how about the inside. So, for the inside, I must enjoy my life!
I also had trouble writing my order to the universe. Brenda started out by "I want to manifest. . . ." I got stuck on the word 'manifest' because its not a word I am familiar with. Manifestation implies a long drawn out process that is truly a labor of love. Does this mean that I don't love my life? My life is not my labor of love? If so, this scares me.
So I can't remember exactly what I wrote down that evening by here is my declaration:
You know what, I am enjoying my life now- at this very moment. I just a video of the entire night of accolades and pride for me and I still feel chills up and down my spine. That gala night was the best night of my career and gues what, it's not a bad career. Despite it pittance of a salary, I'd done so much for the association and I must say that I would miss it when I go.
Tomorrow is one-on-one with my manager. I really don't know what to say to her. I find it difficult now because I want to do so many things that is not related to this place : yoga, art, batik and one day, maybe have that art show showcasing my work. That would be outrageous.
I got this wonderful idea to take Art Lessons since I got in touch with my artistic side again during my holidays. I just have to keep it up.
Back to my holidays.
I mailed a postcard to my colleagues and remarking to the postman that I probably arrived to office before the card gets to them and it was true, he he....
One of the reasons I was so excited about my holidays in Ubud is that there is an on-going workshop regarding LOA. So, that really sealed the deal on going to Bali and attending the workshop.
I really didn't think much about LOA except for gratitude. Be thankful for everything that I have, everything that I am. The little quiz really surprised me because there was a question: If you know you were going to succeed, what is the one thing you would do?
To enjoy my life, was my answer. This one really surprise me because I didn't expect it to come out. My idea of success was the Nicole Kidman Omega watch, only it over and above what I am suppose to have. Yes, to own that watch would be a sue sign that I'd arrived to the outside world. A symbol of my success but how about the inside. So, for the inside, I must enjoy my life!
I also had trouble writing my order to the universe. Brenda started out by "I want to manifest. . . ." I got stuck on the word 'manifest' because its not a word I am familiar with. Manifestation implies a long drawn out process that is truly a labor of love. Does this mean that I don't love my life? My life is not my labor of love? If so, this scares me.
So I can't remember exactly what I wrote down that evening by here is my declaration:
I am so happy and fulfilled that my business is thriving and earning 100000/month passive income. My two bed-room condo on Sukhumvit near the On-nut station is all paid for and tastefully decorated with my art works. I even have a a small studio space to do my hobbies of drawings and batik. I am thankful my little Honda Jazz which I use when I go grocery shopping or out at night with my friends. I am thankful that I can travel to yoga retreats every three months and soon I will be earning my yoga retreats. Also, my sisters and families are enjoying the benefits of my joy since they are a part of my life. I love my life. Thank you universe!
You know what, I am enjoying my life now- at this very moment. I just a video of the entire night of accolades and pride for me and I still feel chills up and down my spine. That gala night was the best night of my career and gues what, it's not a bad career. Despite it pittance of a salary, I'd done so much for the association and I must say that I would miss it when I go.
Tomorrow is one-on-one with my manager. I really don't know what to say to her. I find it difficult now because I want to do so many things that is not related to this place : yoga, art, batik and one day, maybe have that art show showcasing my work. That would be outrageous.
Monday, November 19, 2007
I'd survived
I'd survived the first day of work after my wonderful, marvelous, blissful holidays at Bali. I'd survived the first day of work by pretending to work. This is really my favorite pastime.
to continue. . .
Fortunately, after a day of marathon walking more than 6 km, I had already planned a full-day in a spa, so I was set to enjoy myself.
A complementary pick-up came as appointed to start my day. I shared the ride with an American named Kris and his Japanese girlfriend who has visited about 40 times between the both of them. Yet, they lived in their own paradise--Hawaii-- still loved Bali enough to return again and again. This is only my second time and I have not left Ubud yet since I'd arrived.
Situated on the fringe of Ubud, one could not see house which has been converted to a spa from the main street. A cute bungalow house and a small garden equipped with a welcome dog named Bendi, you feel right at home with all the smiling staff to accommodate your ever move. A welcome drink and prelim questionnaire, you have a selection of aromatherapy oils and an array of body scrubs to choose from.
My spa package started with Ayudeveda - Chakra Dhara Massage, which is something new to me. Ayudeveda has been around the holistic scene for move than 5 thousand years and yet I have never experience it, so this would be my first. The important part of Ayudevedic massage is the Chakra Dhara where warm essential oils is poured onto the chakra points, the key energy points of the body, in order to balance the energy flow and purify the body, mind and spirit. The treatment is about 2.5 hours and its the hours of slow kneading of muscles and body into blissful pleasures. After the treatment, I was enlightened, to a certain degree.
to continue. . .
Fortunately, after a day of marathon walking more than 6 km, I had already planned a full-day in a spa, so I was set to enjoy myself.
A complementary pick-up came as appointed to start my day. I shared the ride with an American named Kris and his Japanese girlfriend who has visited about 40 times between the both of them. Yet, they lived in their own paradise--Hawaii-- still loved Bali enough to return again and again. This is only my second time and I have not left Ubud yet since I'd arrived.
Situated on the fringe of Ubud, one could not see house which has been converted to a spa from the main street. A cute bungalow house and a small garden equipped with a welcome dog named Bendi, you feel right at home with all the smiling staff to accommodate your ever move. A welcome drink and prelim questionnaire, you have a selection of aromatherapy oils and an array of body scrubs to choose from.
My spa package started with Ayudeveda - Chakra Dhara Massage, which is something new to me. Ayudeveda has been around the holistic scene for move than 5 thousand years and yet I have never experience it, so this would be my first. The important part of Ayudevedic massage is the Chakra Dhara where warm essential oils is poured onto the chakra points, the key energy points of the body, in order to balance the energy flow and purify the body, mind and spirit. The treatment is about 2.5 hours and its the hours of slow kneading of muscles and body into blissful pleasures. After the treatment, I was enlightened, to a certain degree.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Bali food
Bali is catered to tourist.Every one and everything, so it seems, are made just for tourists. The best thing about Bali, maybe just Ubud, its the people. They are so accommodating and quite talkative.
Another good trait about the people, they aren't as aggressive as some people in other cities I'd visited - Beijing or Shanghai. Even the Thai merchants can be very aggressive at times. Once you say, 'no thank you' they stop and just smile.
Bali food is good and mild for a Thai who like here food rather spicy. So the Bali stomach is nothing to me. I find myself putting more sambal on my food so that I can get more bite. Surprisingly, the western food here is rather tasty. You just have to know where to go.
My favorite little 'warung' is Ayam Jakarta near the T-junction of Jl Hanoman and Jl Raya, about a couple blocks before the Ubud Market. An unassuming place, a hole in the wall type place with local food. The first time I went there, I have no idea what it was like. There were two touriststhere so I thought it must be fine if the 'farangs' are eating here. And yes, it was becausethe Mie Ayam, the local noodle soup, was as good as home. Very tasty too.
I went there are becuase I like it somuch. Their 'Mie Siyam Special' is like Mee Krob Lard Nah' but with more vegetable. It's must be the Hindu influence, vegetarian food is omnipresent. Although not a vegetarian, I love vegetables and Bali serves up plenty of vegetables to my liking.
I have been a happy camper when it comes to food.
Local bars:
I'd been to two bars since I'd arrived. I would have gone to more bars if there were more bars to visit. But Ubud, unlike Kuta, is not a night place. The town seem to roll up its carpet once past ten. Eleven is almost pumpkin hour to the locals. Ubud is an early town, morning is busy.
The Jazz Cafe, is the liveliest night life I experience in Ubud. It's comes highly recommended,for Lonely Planet genre, and it's the best in Ubud. I am sure that in Kuta there are livelier places.
Now, Warung Damatia, or Peace bar, really cater to locals. Ngura, my guide for the day, took me there on my request because I want to see how the local entertain themselves. It's like the 'bar-beer' at home but without the pool tables and food. Everyone gets a girl to sit with you, whether you want one or not. Realizing that Ngura might be bored with my company, I allowed Lita, our table girl, to sit with us as Ngura's companion.
Now, a place like Warung Damatia, athome with be dotted with men enjoy the girls' company and eating and drinking. But the warung does not serve food, only drinks. So I waited and waited for the dancing to started. I wanted to experience local dancing. Alas, not much happened, so we left at midnight back to the house.
Amazingly, late at night, Ubud's streets are ruled by the dogs. You can see dogs every where on the streets. They appear late into the night but during the day, the dog population seem to diminish. Where they disappear to, I don't know.
Until next time, namaste.
Ms. Mak
Another good trait about the people, they aren't as aggressive as some people in other cities I'd visited - Beijing or Shanghai. Even the Thai merchants can be very aggressive at times. Once you say, 'no thank you' they stop and just smile.
Bali food is good and mild for a Thai who like here food rather spicy. So the Bali stomach is nothing to me. I find myself putting more sambal on my food so that I can get more bite. Surprisingly, the western food here is rather tasty. You just have to know where to go.
My favorite little 'warung' is Ayam Jakarta near the T-junction of Jl Hanoman and Jl Raya, about a couple blocks before the Ubud Market. An unassuming place, a hole in the wall type place with local food. The first time I went there, I have no idea what it was like. There were two touriststhere so I thought it must be fine if the 'farangs' are eating here. And yes, it was becausethe Mie Ayam, the local noodle soup, was as good as home. Very tasty too.
I went there are becuase I like it somuch. Their 'Mie Siyam Special' is like Mee Krob Lard Nah' but with more vegetable. It's must be the Hindu influence, vegetarian food is omnipresent. Although not a vegetarian, I love vegetables and Bali serves up plenty of vegetables to my liking.
I have been a happy camper when it comes to food.
Local bars:
I'd been to two bars since I'd arrived. I would have gone to more bars if there were more bars to visit. But Ubud, unlike Kuta, is not a night place. The town seem to roll up its carpet once past ten. Eleven is almost pumpkin hour to the locals. Ubud is an early town, morning is busy.
The Jazz Cafe, is the liveliest night life I experience in Ubud. It's comes highly recommended,for Lonely Planet genre, and it's the best in Ubud. I am sure that in Kuta there are livelier places.
Now, Warung Damatia, or Peace bar, really cater to locals. Ngura, my guide for the day, took me there on my request because I want to see how the local entertain themselves. It's like the 'bar-beer' at home but without the pool tables and food. Everyone gets a girl to sit with you, whether you want one or not. Realizing that Ngura might be bored with my company, I allowed Lita, our table girl, to sit with us as Ngura's companion.
Now, a place like Warung Damatia, athome with be dotted with men enjoy the girls' company and eating and drinking. But the warung does not serve food, only drinks. So I waited and waited for the dancing to started. I wanted to experience local dancing. Alas, not much happened, so we left at midnight back to the house.
Amazingly, late at night, Ubud's streets are ruled by the dogs. You can see dogs every where on the streets. They appear late into the night but during the day, the dog population seem to diminish. Where they disappear to, I don't know.
Until next time, namaste.
Ms. Mak
So much to do, so little time
Tuesday:
I started out the day with a silver making class. Very interesting - my design that is. The Bali Sun - that's is what I will call it. I'd never done silver jewelry before so this is an experience. It's an experience that I probably will not do again because I will not make it my hobby. But it's a great experience and something I can be proud of.
So after the class, I decided to take the walking tour. My walking tour. Started at the Pura Taman Saraswati (Ubud Water Temple), behind the Cafe Lotus. Beautiful lotus pond with a cafe overlooking the pond. At night, there is the traditional dancing for the people to see. I could imagine it to be very beautiful and exciting, exotic, and romantic. So I took lots of photos.
Then I walk up to where I left off on Monday. Went back to the bridge before the Blanco Renaissance Musuem, but I couldn't find Pura Gunung Lebah, a temple with a view over the Cerik River). So I went to the 'Welcome to Penestanan' sign and walked up the steps. Walked up to some pictureques rice fields to Made's Warung - favorite hang out for both tourist and local.
Since I ate already, I didn't stop for lunch but cross the bridge over the stream. Further up there were steps leading to Pura Desa Puseh and bale agung, the village gathering place. There were people working on a project, restoring there village. Stopped at a small store to get some bottled water and rest.
Bali is very humid, so a little work can make you sweat profusely. One might think that I am also from the tropic, I should get use to the weather. Well, you never get use to it. And that's why retirees retire to Florida.
While walking along the road, up and down the hill, I was stopped by two little girls. Sisters, can't be more than four and six. "Photo, photo" they kept on yelling. My young models really love the limelight, so I obligate them with a couple to pictures.
Kept on walking until I ended up on a busy street. Asked directions to Sayan Terrace. Before I reached the Sayan Terrace Hotel, there is a newly built Four Seasons Villas. Why not, I thought, so I walked up to the guard and asked if I can take a walk in the premises. To my surprise, they happily obliged and down the hill I went.
all I saw was the gates and gardens of the villas. It rally didn't matter, I just want to say to the people at home that I visited the Four Seasons, Sayan Terrance. Photos would not describe the full. Alas, times like these, I want a partner so proper tourist photos can be taken.
I took a rest at the front to the driveway where guest would pull up to enter the cafe downstairs. I forgotten his name, but the door person at the Four Seasons was very accommodating. I was afraid I was disturbing his break for he was about to read the paper. After small talk, an interesting small talk, the sky appeared ominous and it's time to leave.
I went on to Sayan Terrace, the original resort, overlooking the rice terraces. I just wanted to see Colin McPhee's house in Bali. That was my intention for day, however, I was expecting a museum or even a house with a plague that stated historical importance of the house. I found nothing of the sort, just a broken house with the gate still intact.
Before I carried on my journey, I really didn't know where I was until a young, local fellow came to me and assisted me on my journey forward. Ngura was his name and he was so kind to take trekking through the hills and rice field.
He was a real village boy, not even from Ubud but a next village over. He was at Sayan Terrace, probably waiting for someone like me to come along so he can have something to do. He took me to views over Sungai Ayung, the rice fields, and over the river, crossed a rope bridge on to the holy spring.
The trek was about 6 kilometers around the terraces. I came across the irrigation dams which were built before WWII and are manually raised for the irrigation of the rice fields. The workings of the dams were decided by the group of the villagers who still farm the terrace. At the moment, mid November, the dams are raised so that field can be flooded for the seedlings. Depending which rice are grown, the average field can accommodate to four harvests. That's plenty of rice for Bali.
Besides rice, the farmers grow sweet potatoes, yams, tapioca and other crops. People live by the harvest of land and what is left over is sold. The forest also hole lots of wonders that I can not seen before like Vanilla plants and cacao fruits. Unfortunately, Indonesia do not make cocoa powder or chocolate from the cacao they grow. With the present day advances, there are some enterprising chefs that make chocolate from the local cacao but for local consumption.
Down to the river we went. There were fishing and bathing done on the Sungai river. Ngura pointed out the house where Claudia Schiffer and David Copperfield rent when they stay at Sayan. That was over ten years ago- there are many more houses for rent now.
For a short cut, we have to wade through the river to get back to Sayan Terrace. I was sure I wanted to go that way because I was in flip-flops and no change of clothes. So he convinced me to take off my short so it would not be wet- the river came only to the waistline. I knew he wanted to go swimming, with me of course, but I'm not partial to swimming or skinny dipping with a stranger. So when we got across the river, I told Ngura that he could go swimming (skiiny dipping) if he wants, but I am not going swimming.
This is best done in the dry season when the ground is not so damp and the river is almost dry. Trekking with only flip-flop is not recommended. On the way up, the ground seemed more slippery than on the way down. More wet spots one the way up which was a challenge because now my legs are about to give out and it's getting late. I went over and beyond my intentions for the day.
When we got back up the terrace, the same spot where we started, that is when I discovered that the broken down house is Colin McPhee's house. No museum, no plague, just a few pillars and the gate are left of the house. The local owner does not want to sell the land nor does he want to to fix the house (obviously). It's a pity because Colim McPhee was the composer who introduced the West to gamelan music--the eerie,haunting music one hears all over Bali. Bali would not be Bali with gamelan music lingering in the atmosphere.
It was not as late as I thought. Ngura gave me a ride on his bike to Ubud, my central station of Kafe, at 6 PM. I wanted to shake Ngura off, just because... but I didn't. Instead I asked for a local dinner and some night out.He hung on because he's a free lance guide and I'm his tourist for the day.
November is low and slow season for Bali. Back in Phuket or Samui, it's the beginning of high season, so I thought it would be the same in Bali. Serendipitously, it low season - just the way I like it because I get to see more and learn more.
to be continued. . .
I started out the day with a silver making class. Very interesting - my design that is. The Bali Sun - that's is what I will call it. I'd never done silver jewelry before so this is an experience. It's an experience that I probably will not do again because I will not make it my hobby. But it's a great experience and something I can be proud of.
So after the class, I decided to take the walking tour. My walking tour. Started at the Pura Taman Saraswati (Ubud Water Temple), behind the Cafe Lotus. Beautiful lotus pond with a cafe overlooking the pond. At night, there is the traditional dancing for the people to see. I could imagine it to be very beautiful and exciting, exotic, and romantic. So I took lots of photos.
Then I walk up to where I left off on Monday. Went back to the bridge before the Blanco Renaissance Musuem, but I couldn't find Pura Gunung Lebah, a temple with a view over the Cerik River). So I went to the 'Welcome to Penestanan' sign and walked up the steps. Walked up to some pictureques rice fields to Made's Warung - favorite hang out for both tourist and local.
Since I ate already, I didn't stop for lunch but cross the bridge over the stream. Further up there were steps leading to Pura Desa Puseh and bale agung, the village gathering place. There were people working on a project, restoring there village. Stopped at a small store to get some bottled water and rest.
Bali is very humid, so a little work can make you sweat profusely. One might think that I am also from the tropic, I should get use to the weather. Well, you never get use to it. And that's why retirees retire to Florida.
While walking along the road, up and down the hill, I was stopped by two little girls. Sisters, can't be more than four and six. "Photo, photo" they kept on yelling. My young models really love the limelight, so I obligate them with a couple to pictures.
Kept on walking until I ended up on a busy street. Asked directions to Sayan Terrace. Before I reached the Sayan Terrace Hotel, there is a newly built Four Seasons Villas. Why not, I thought, so I walked up to the guard and asked if I can take a walk in the premises. To my surprise, they happily obliged and down the hill I went.
all I saw was the gates and gardens of the villas. It rally didn't matter, I just want to say to the people at home that I visited the Four Seasons, Sayan Terrance. Photos would not describe the full. Alas, times like these, I want a partner so proper tourist photos can be taken.
I took a rest at the front to the driveway where guest would pull up to enter the cafe downstairs. I forgotten his name, but the door person at the Four Seasons was very accommodating. I was afraid I was disturbing his break for he was about to read the paper. After small talk, an interesting small talk, the sky appeared ominous and it's time to leave.
I went on to Sayan Terrace, the original resort, overlooking the rice terraces. I just wanted to see Colin McPhee's house in Bali. That was my intention for day, however, I was expecting a museum or even a house with a plague that stated historical importance of the house. I found nothing of the sort, just a broken house with the gate still intact.
Before I carried on my journey, I really didn't know where I was until a young, local fellow came to me and assisted me on my journey forward. Ngura was his name and he was so kind to take trekking through the hills and rice field.
He was a real village boy, not even from Ubud but a next village over. He was at Sayan Terrace, probably waiting for someone like me to come along so he can have something to do. He took me to views over Sungai Ayung, the rice fields, and over the river, crossed a rope bridge on to the holy spring.
The trek was about 6 kilometers around the terraces. I came across the irrigation dams which were built before WWII and are manually raised for the irrigation of the rice fields. The workings of the dams were decided by the group of the villagers who still farm the terrace. At the moment, mid November, the dams are raised so that field can be flooded for the seedlings. Depending which rice are grown, the average field can accommodate to four harvests. That's plenty of rice for Bali.
Besides rice, the farmers grow sweet potatoes, yams, tapioca and other crops. People live by the harvest of land and what is left over is sold. The forest also hole lots of wonders that I can not seen before like Vanilla plants and cacao fruits. Unfortunately, Indonesia do not make cocoa powder or chocolate from the cacao they grow. With the present day advances, there are some enterprising chefs that make chocolate from the local cacao but for local consumption.
Down to the river we went. There were fishing and bathing done on the Sungai river. Ngura pointed out the house where Claudia Schiffer and David Copperfield rent when they stay at Sayan. That was over ten years ago- there are many more houses for rent now.
For a short cut, we have to wade through the river to get back to Sayan Terrace. I was sure I wanted to go that way because I was in flip-flops and no change of clothes. So he convinced me to take off my short so it would not be wet- the river came only to the waistline. I knew he wanted to go swimming, with me of course, but I'm not partial to swimming or skinny dipping with a stranger. So when we got across the river, I told Ngura that he could go swimming (skiiny dipping) if he wants, but I am not going swimming.
This is best done in the dry season when the ground is not so damp and the river is almost dry. Trekking with only flip-flop is not recommended. On the way up, the ground seemed more slippery than on the way down. More wet spots one the way up which was a challenge because now my legs are about to give out and it's getting late. I went over and beyond my intentions for the day.
When we got back up the terrace, the same spot where we started, that is when I discovered that the broken down house is Colin McPhee's house. No museum, no plague, just a few pillars and the gate are left of the house. The local owner does not want to sell the land nor does he want to to fix the house (obviously). It's a pity because Colim McPhee was the composer who introduced the West to gamelan music--the eerie,haunting music one hears all over Bali. Bali would not be Bali with gamelan music lingering in the atmosphere.
It was not as late as I thought. Ngura gave me a ride on his bike to Ubud, my central station of Kafe, at 6 PM. I wanted to shake Ngura off, just because... but I didn't. Instead I asked for a local dinner and some night out.He hung on because he's a free lance guide and I'm his tourist for the day.
November is low and slow season for Bali. Back in Phuket or Samui, it's the beginning of high season, so I thought it would be the same in Bali. Serendipitously, it low season - just the way I like it because I get to see more and learn more.
to be continued. . .
Monday, November 12, 2007
Dali in Bali - Musuem Blanco
This is a not-to-miss museum when you are in Ubud, Bali.
It's a living musuem where the artist and his family still keep studio and workshop. You can tell which paints are from the family and which paintings are from the son. And they are both very good painters.
The nudes - most women which lethal breasts- are gracefully an vibrant like the balinese dancers. As mentioned, the breasts are lethal, ala Modonna during Jean-Paul Gaultier phase. They jet out to you like darts. Even then,, still very beautiful.
I was going for my Batik lesson today but no one picked up the phone. So tomorrow, I am going to silver making class instead. But I will take the batik class on Thursday.
Why Thursday. Since I have nothing planned for the afternoon, I went to the Ubud market. Found a lovely painting which I can't get out of my mind. After I'm here I'll go back to the market and buy the painting.
I went walking towards the market and found the Nirvana Batik place, where I am suppos to take my lesson. Lovely, very Balinese. They didn't have any lessons today because of the ceremonies. So I am going back on Thursday.
Naturally, I when to the market and on the way to the market, I found that lovely painting, that I am going to hang on top of the stairs when I get home.
Anyway, at th market, I went shopping. Sarong here, tops there, spices. Yes, the market is like any other tourist maket. They want to sell there wares.
I love Ubud. I am not leaving Ubud.
Om Shanti Om.
Namaste,
Ms. Mak
It's a living musuem where the artist and his family still keep studio and workshop. You can tell which paints are from the family and which paintings are from the son. And they are both very good painters.
The nudes - most women which lethal breasts- are gracefully an vibrant like the balinese dancers. As mentioned, the breasts are lethal, ala Modonna during Jean-Paul Gaultier phase. They jet out to you like darts. Even then,, still very beautiful.
I was going for my Batik lesson today but no one picked up the phone. So tomorrow, I am going to silver making class instead. But I will take the batik class on Thursday.
Why Thursday. Since I have nothing planned for the afternoon, I went to the Ubud market. Found a lovely painting which I can't get out of my mind. After I'm here I'll go back to the market and buy the painting.
I went walking towards the market and found the Nirvana Batik place, where I am suppos to take my lesson. Lovely, very Balinese. They didn't have any lessons today because of the ceremonies. So I am going back on Thursday.
Naturally, I when to the market and on the way to the market, I found that lovely painting, that I am going to hang on top of the stairs when I get home.
Anyway, at th market, I went shopping. Sarong here, tops there, spices. Yes, the market is like any other tourist maket. They want to sell there wares.
I love Ubud. I am not leaving Ubud.
Om Shanti Om.
Namaste,
Ms. Mak
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Day 2.5 -Bali
It's raining, nice soft raining mixed with spurts of strong rain. it's going to rain all day today.
Last night had a traditional massage. Good massage like the aromatherapy massage at home. But it made my shoulder stiff again. I guess I hold too much tension on my shoulders.
Then I went Naughty Nuri's. Overrrated. Not a place to dine alone. Need my steak gang with me to enjoy the experience.
Went to the Jazz cafe. Too early. I went too early and they close too early. Then I went to bed too late. So this morning I was stiff for class. But it was good.
I had Burkur Ayam- Balinese porridge. Very tasty. Will have to make it when I get home. It's a good light meal.
If I get anything from Bali, it would be motivated to go to yoga and losing weight. I going salad instead of rice. Try a flow follow with shake. Maybe this time I will lose this five kilos without even trying.
When I was do yoga this morning. I looked at my upper arms and felt the muscles. The muscles I once developed when I was still lifting weights. My arms still wiggle because I lost the tone, but I could feel the muscle coming back. I really love my arms.
My tightness from the hamstring is a signal that I am working my body. You see, you do need fancy gym and aerobic class to make muscles. Do what Madonna do, strike a pose and hold it. And hopefully, beautiful muscles will appear.
Now to find a real yogi to teach me in Bangkok. I have fallen in love with Hatha. I just have to keep it up while living in the big city like Bangkok. I have fallen in love with Ubud. I will come back to Bali again.
Until next time, namaste.
Ms. Mak
Last night had a traditional massage. Good massage like the aromatherapy massage at home. But it made my shoulder stiff again. I guess I hold too much tension on my shoulders.
Then I went Naughty Nuri's. Overrrated. Not a place to dine alone. Need my steak gang with me to enjoy the experience.
Went to the Jazz cafe. Too early. I went too early and they close too early. Then I went to bed too late. So this morning I was stiff for class. But it was good.
I had Burkur Ayam- Balinese porridge. Very tasty. Will have to make it when I get home. It's a good light meal.
If I get anything from Bali, it would be motivated to go to yoga and losing weight. I going salad instead of rice. Try a flow follow with shake. Maybe this time I will lose this five kilos without even trying.
When I was do yoga this morning. I looked at my upper arms and felt the muscles. The muscles I once developed when I was still lifting weights. My arms still wiggle because I lost the tone, but I could feel the muscle coming back. I really love my arms.
My tightness from the hamstring is a signal that I am working my body. You see, you do need fancy gym and aerobic class to make muscles. Do what Madonna do, strike a pose and hold it. And hopefully, beautiful muscles will appear.
Now to find a real yogi to teach me in Bangkok. I have fallen in love with Hatha. I just have to keep it up while living in the big city like Bangkok. I have fallen in love with Ubud. I will come back to Bali again.
Until next time, namaste.
Ms. Mak
Friday, November 9, 2007
I'd arrived . . .
At Bali to do my yoga retreat. What a wonderful idea. Just brilliant.
Bali is totally different from the last time I was here. I can't even remember the hotel I was in . Perhaps it doesn't exist anymore.
I attended a movement mediation class which about dancing the five rhythms with you eyes closed. It's an awesome experience. Like your body and spirit feel the beat and express yourself. It a totally different sensation than social dancing for two major points. You're dancing with your eyes closed and moving to 5 different rhythms which has escaped me. From what I remember-- flowing, sacatto and ending in stillness.
Oh my body ached from stiffness because I was letting go. I was aware of all the cracking, and creaking this tired body was experiencing. I can understand now that feeling of a real dancer, especially the modern dancers, why their music is so rhythmical and focused on percussion. Why the sudden twists and turns, the sudden flight of the body, the sudden stomp of the heel. I can understand how it can be very erotic, very exotic, very sensual as well as very sexual.
At times when I really go into the flow, I can see myself as a Martha Graham dancer or an Alvin Ailey dancer. And as I child I did love dance. I see my self as the Balinese dancer. But, alas, I keep on catching myself and sensing that I really am bogged down with structure.
I liked ballet because you are told what to do. I liked karate, because the kata has a structure. I liked structure, because when I catch myself stuck, I realized that I keep on doing the same movements.
The best part of the whole experience, seriously, is the 15 minutes meditation at the end. It was the best stillness I'd experienced. I was in corpse pose, feeling my breathing, being aware of my breathes and having the sensation of floating. I saw myself in a space suit, lying in a space pod and just floating. I know I wasn't asleep because even though I had the floating sensation, I was so grounded.
I am going back to the hotel now. It's been a long day with the travelling and the meditation class. I just wish there is a place like this in Bangkok. A place like this where the air is cleaner, more natural setting, eating healthy food, yet a little bit more modern.
Oh, did I tell you, my hotel is a bungalow in the middle of the rice paddy!
Namaste and hatsa mana.
Ms Mak
Bali is totally different from the last time I was here. I can't even remember the hotel I was in . Perhaps it doesn't exist anymore.
I attended a movement mediation class which about dancing the five rhythms with you eyes closed. It's an awesome experience. Like your body and spirit feel the beat and express yourself. It a totally different sensation than social dancing for two major points. You're dancing with your eyes closed and moving to 5 different rhythms which has escaped me. From what I remember-- flowing, sacatto and ending in stillness.
Oh my body ached from stiffness because I was letting go. I was aware of all the cracking, and creaking this tired body was experiencing. I can understand now that feeling of a real dancer, especially the modern dancers, why their music is so rhythmical and focused on percussion. Why the sudden twists and turns, the sudden flight of the body, the sudden stomp of the heel. I can understand how it can be very erotic, very exotic, very sensual as well as very sexual.
At times when I really go into the flow, I can see myself as a Martha Graham dancer or an Alvin Ailey dancer. And as I child I did love dance. I see my self as the Balinese dancer. But, alas, I keep on catching myself and sensing that I really am bogged down with structure.
I liked ballet because you are told what to do. I liked karate, because the kata has a structure. I liked structure, because when I catch myself stuck, I realized that I keep on doing the same movements.
The best part of the whole experience, seriously, is the 15 minutes meditation at the end. It was the best stillness I'd experienced. I was in corpse pose, feeling my breathing, being aware of my breathes and having the sensation of floating. I saw myself in a space suit, lying in a space pod and just floating. I know I wasn't asleep because even though I had the floating sensation, I was so grounded.
I am going back to the hotel now. It's been a long day with the travelling and the meditation class. I just wish there is a place like this in Bangkok. A place like this where the air is cleaner, more natural setting, eating healthy food, yet a little bit more modern.
Oh, did I tell you, my hotel is a bungalow in the middle of the rice paddy!
Namaste and hatsa mana.
Ms Mak
Saturday, November 3, 2007
The happiest days of my life
It's over. THe gala night is over and it's the happiest day of my life.
All my hard work has paid off. It's been really great.
Everybody only has good words for the party.
Wonderful, marvelous, stupendous, etc, etc,etc.
This would make my trip oh, so much sweeter.
All my hard work has paid off. It's been really great.
Everybody only has good words for the party.
Wonderful, marvelous, stupendous, etc, etc,etc.
This would make my trip oh, so much sweeter.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Work almost done
Tomorrow is a big day. All my work that I'd been concentrate on is going very well, so far. Some snags 
here and there. All I want is for it to be over so I can go to Bali.
The only major snag will be the receptionist resigned suddenly. She was supposed to be my center when I am away. But now she is gone. After a few phone calls and deliberation, everything should work out fine by tomorrow.
A funny snag is there is a rumor that the Governor might attend tomorrow, and I have no knowledge about it. The people on the other side didn't know anything about it.
The girls here are busy rearranging their lives so they can go on vacation too.
Things are looking fine, if you take a far away perspective of the whole situation. My life is good.
here and there. All I want is for it to be over so I can go to Bali.The only major snag will be the receptionist resigned suddenly. She was supposed to be my center when I am away. But now she is gone. After a few phone calls and deliberation, everything should work out fine by tomorrow.
A funny snag is there is a rumor that the Governor might attend tomorrow, and I have no knowledge about it. The people on the other side didn't know anything about it.
The girls here are busy rearranging their lives so they can go on vacation too.
Things are looking fine, if you take a far away perspective of the whole situation. My life is good.
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