Wednesday, June 29, 2005

The Day I Start Blogging (Semi-)Anonymously.

Posture for The Day: The Tree
(Helps to improve balance, concentration and sanity.)

Exactly after a year of sharing (most of) what-I-do's, where-I-went's and who-I-was-with's in my 'beautiful-blood-and-ebony' blog, being labelled The Exhibitionist blogger, I hope it's not too late for me to cut it down a little bit if not a lot (since I can remain anonymous but not invisible, or invisible but yet not anonymous, or even anonymously invisible. Aye, whichever applies best).

Following footsteps and benchmarks set by most extraordinaire blogger/writer-s who keep their indentities to themselves and their cool circles of other extraordinary bloggers, I decided to follow:

The (Silent and) International Rules of Low-Profile Anonymous Blogging:
1) No names. Only vague details. And mass of initials.
2) No full-frontal pictures. Only (animal, named) poses from where-faces-can't-be-seen distinctive angles. Oh, and NEVER 'take-photos-of-the-food-I-eat-in-restaurants'. Hah.
3) No chatterboxes, mood elevators, etc. Discreet stat counter is optional though. And do know when to remove your comment link.
4) MUST use Blogger's provided template. Own design is prohibited . (Aspiring) writers are not meant to know how to program, you see.

Ahh, I should have known better.
But better late than never.
That said, take a deep breath. .

I mean it. A deep deep breath (in my class, you first take a few tens of long inhales and exhales before you start stretching and exercising to get your body, mind, lungs and organs all warmed-up hence conditioned and prepared to take the series of tortures and torments I've designed).

In this case;
.. deep and really immersed breaths are necessitated to get your mind (and eyes) inclined before taking a peek inside the unlikely world of a girl who (was just lucky and) happens to be (called and referred to as) a yoga teacher, juggles her time to stretch, flex, meditate, (still) have fun, (learning to) appreciate finer things in life, l.o.v.e (and be loved), and manage to do them all, in deep deep breaths.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

hey Yoga Instructor...

i was once an active blogger, jes like you. and now.. am following the rules! so figure out... who am i!!

ps: we happen to use the same template lah pulak! :)

Feather's Mother said...

part-time-bride: i think i have already known. and then i was missing you, woman! ngada tau.. hey, if it's not too late: selamat pengantin baru!

an0nymous-ign0ranus said...

u're an absolute hoot!!! i sure would love to attend your yoga class.

cheers!

lissaism said...

yo woman..

dem

u got me there

ingat ape lah...

u take care ok..

ngade tau *haha*

Anonymous said...

i love u sayang

Anonymous said...

i frequented the yoga studio at the old shop lot located in the old bangsar near New Straits Times.

yoga is TOUGH!!!!

Anonymous said...

do whatever u think is nessecary... but don't forget.. i wanna enrol yoga when i get back.. need to do some relaxing/emotion/spiritual exercise..

Anonymous said...

phewh ... lega ! heheh tertipu kejap just now..

Anonymous said...

Yogi yogi yoga phooh

Anonymous said...

hey Yoga Instructor..

M not married yet laaa... hold the wishes... would need it in couple of months! ;)

Marliza Radzi said...

yeay you're here :)

Anonymous said...

sheesh punya budak.

i thought apa kena.

and.

good luck for your final work. swoosh~~

MDR said...

omigosh! it's you! nice place to hang out eh? damn, those poses look as tough as pulling teeth! i bet u cudn't turn ME into a human pretzel! i am sooo unfoldable... ;-)