The Day That Helps, Thank You

Dearest All,




















I will still teach

TODAY (Monday, Aug 4th),
6.30pm (SlimHot)
7.45pm (Gentle Flow) at YogaZone, Plaza Damas;
and
TOMORROW (Tuesday, Aug 5th),
7.00am (SlimHot)
8.30am (Gentle Flow) at YogaZone, Plaza Damas;
6.30pm (SlimHot)
7.45pm (Gentle Flow) at YogaZone, The Weld

I am still not paid but but I decide to go on and teach FOR ONE MORE DAY without salary,
for the love of my students (truth is, I miss torturing all of you!) and for my love of yoga.

If you miss practicing yoga or even if you have missed me too ;), see you there.

I am not exactly sure how it works with the RM99 GreenYoga campaign
but, if you can and if you still believe in us, do support it.
Because your RM99 and membership renewal; feed me.

Since I posted the last entry, I feel better.
Pity (and donation!) are the last thing that I expected from that entry,
I just needed to channel out my frustration and answer to what you have heard or read,
personally.

Nevertheless, I am deeply touched and moved by your kindness and concern.














If I can mention names,

To everyone who did leave comments (I read each and every one of them) here,
to lovely Dina Zaman, Amani Athirah, Janice Tan who constantly send moral support over at Facebook
and a special mention to Ain who actually banked in MONEY to my (nevertheless, inactive) account,

to my dearest friends;
Juliana Ibrahim, Asma & Imran, Rodi, Atilia, Ida Nerina, Jehan Miskin, Megat Imran, Mira, Khai, Ba'dina, Ita, Nellie, Kak Leila & Jessica Lim from adidas, Michelle from Soul'ed Out, 7ate9 and WIP,
who called and texted to check if I'm hanging in there
(some of them even offered me to name my price in teaching them private yoga class!
Don't tempt me, in my unstable state of mind and cash flow, I might just charge RM1000 an hour, he hee..),

to my fellow struggling yoga teachers;
Azmi Samdjaga, Alex 'The Joker' Atherton, Gary Mow, Matthew, Angie, Lila, Jason and many more;
whom some of them have been evicted from their apartments,

to my sisters;
Dona and Hanim, their husbands, Faizal and Andri and my yoga goddaughter, Rania;
whose screaming over horror movie fest at my house and laughing over my over-salted fried kuey teow for lunch did help ease my pain yesterday,

to my dearest housemates;
Anna-Rina, Henry Golding and Jamie Archer;
who have been paying for my breakfasts and cheering me up with their recent (or lack-of, in Anna's case) sexual escapades;

to my dad who has never (or not yet?) asked for his money back,
my mom who learned my ordeal from NST and The Star she read on Friday
and texted me a piece of advice, "We are here for you. Come home anytime. And please stay away from Ah Long." Ha haa! Comelnya mak aku (kena puji, she might read this :P)..

to my Supertall / Saviour / Angel;
who has been taking me out for lunch and dinner for almost every day for the past six weeks (although the RM400-for-two dinner at Fisherman's Cove and the RM28 for a quail egg appetizer at The Loaf were totally unnecessary, Sayang), who has been persistently asking for me to "Takpe, you keep the change, Sayang.." everytime he pays for anything with big notes (I think he intentionally does that just so that I'd have spare notes), whom with his salary I paid my Celcom, Astro, Streamyx and petrol for the past two months, who is used to my sudden breakdown and tearing up in front of my food,

And my thanks also go to these Unsigned,















for a piece of laughter to be shared here this bleak Monday afternoon.

And just FYI,
my mom has started reading this blog after a little big bird refreshed my mom on my url.
(although she complains that my blog's small font makes it hard for her to read this.
Ahaaa, that's my whole point ;)! He hee, you know I love you, Ma..)


Thank you and God bless you all.