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Love from Toronto

In my blurry state of waking from a nap yesterday afternoon, I awoke to the loveliest season greetings from a land far away!

“Hi my dearest!

Let me begin with I love you.

I am taking the time to write to the profound people who have supported and impacted my life over this past year of growth and transformation!

In case I have not said it enough. Thank you.

Thank you for your spirit and energy and sharing the villa and your beautiful broken heart at that time with us last year. Thank you for wanting to continue to be a part of my life even though we are worlds away from one another. Thank you for providing me with so much soul and inspiration through your words. Thank you even if there is much time between our conversations, for always returning and asking me how I am. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for all of your support and encouragement and for relishing and accepting my deeply rooted sometimes wise ways along with my silly, playful goofy ways. Thank you for believing in me and sharing it with me often. Thank you for listening. I hold and provide space for a lot of people, so it means a lot to me when somebody just takes the time to listen.

I am so proud of your spiritual growth over this past year. I am so proud of your revelations and understanding about yourself in relationship. For your divine appreciation for your alone time. For your travels and romantic escapades. For your wisdom and yoga practice. For this beautiful job that you manifested for yourself as you merge your love for style, travel and professionalism with your gift for words and perspective in seeing this truly magnificent world and sharing all of your questions, emotions and details of your existence with so many of us through your blog. You are growing into this rooted calm woman. And although our time together was epically brief, it will forever charge through my spirit as a rush of excitement, honesty, playfulness and adventure. While it is true, I do not spend massive amounts of my time reminiscing in the effort of staying truly present, I can say that each and every part of my physical body, my mental body and my spiritual being remembers and is nourished by the names Yilian and Bali. The two will forever be connected in my sense memory and forever grateful for your generosity during this time of finding my way back to my feminine wild and the Divine Feminine as my roots!

May this year bring you much balance between this new found job and the delights in your desire to travel, explore, eat good food, meet quality friends whom you can share all of these spiritual revelations and your growth in person with! May your deepest desires, whatever they might be, however they likely are changing find their way to you effortlessly. And may you remind yourself oh so often that this is all just an experience. The goal is not one of happiness or sadness. It is simple a cycle. Constant cycles present in every area of your life. Ride the cycle. Enjoy. And know that at the end of the day, you want a FULL experience. It is the fullness and the reverence for the ups and the downs I am learning by which this acceptance, understanding, calm and peace for this crazy sensation that we call life is able to find its way to us!

Blessed be my kindred spirit!

Love Always,

Becca”

And it made me so, so happy. :D

Becca, me and my skeletal arm from one year ago

Merry Christmas guys!!! Hope you are winding down to the festive period. Meanwhile, I’m running around town like a headless chicken, trying to get the perfect gifts for the 20 people on my list. So tonight, I’m gonna do a final round with the best pal in town and order “HAM” (only close pals will get the joke on this…) before tomorrow, which is apparently the last day to order.

And at work, Feb 2012 issue is closed and immediately, I’m feeling the heat from our thick March 2012 issue! Hong Kong and Bali to look forward to next month!!!

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Second week in Bali (Nov 2010)

OK, I shall attempt to continue writing about the rest of the month I spent in Bali last year. (It’s sooo easy to attempt digressing…)

So anyhow, by the end of the first week, I wasn’t exactly in a great place yet but at least I made the decision to stay on for the rest of the month, thanks to Wendy’s encouragement. Due to her cajoling, I also found myself in a yoga class called Venus Yoga.

Wendy loved the class. I didn’t.

I didn’t fancy putting my hands underneath my top to, well, get in touch with my femininity. I was, after all, a city girl, who was all about sweating it out during exercise. Why all these getting-to-know-yourself stuff? I didn’t enjoy that spiritual aspect of yoga and I didn’t pretend that I did. In fact, I remembered asking the receptionists at Yoga Barn if they offered Pilates instead. I wanted something straight forward without the yoga chatter.

And of course I didn’t know any better then that we should all question the things that make us uncomfortable in life.

But at least I was open to giving things and people a second chance. I’ve always been a huge advocate of second (or even third and fourth!) chances so I decided to walk the talk and turned up for another Venus Yoga class.

The beautiful space at Yoga Barn

I found myself loving it after the second class. Not because it was then I became an airy fairy but simply cos I love dancing and Venus Yoga combined free-form dancing with Hatha yoga. Also, I have a very curious nature and I LOVE finding out more about people because every one has a story to tell. And Shivani (the teacher and founder of Venus Yoga) always started her classes with a round of sharing.

It was also in the second class where we had a partners’ exercise where we had to look into a complete stranger’s eyes for one whole minute in silence. We can smile, we can cry but we have to maintain the eye contact.

It sounds simple but it’s daunting as hell. It was awkward initially but if you pushed at it, you find the walls we build around ourselves torn down. I had no idea meaningful eye contact could be that intimate.

And being held in the afternoons, I found myself wandering off to tea at Kafe or Clear Cafe on Hanuman Street with the other women in the classes. And from there onwards, I became a social butterfly of sorts in Ubud. It was completely hilarious. I found my schedule filled with social commitments. From not knowing a single soul to having company for every other meal, I suddenly found myself craving for solitude.

Which I took as a good thing. My yearning for solitude has always served as a measuring factor at emotional well-being. Even when I managed to sneak in time alone reading in a cafe, company, somehow, found their way to my table. I must had, thankfully, stopped looking so bloody depressive and off-putting by then. Random strangers would start striking up conversations with me and soon after, we became fast friends.

And at the topic of dancing, I can’t forget my two favourite dance classes at Yoga Barn – Biodanza and Ecstatic Dance. The latter was a two-hour long class, which always have me completely drenched in sweat and grins after. I hate to say this but damnit, ecstatic dance is freaking beautiful. There’s no such classes in Singapore but one can hope someone will eventually introduce it to the thousands of yogis here…

It was at the former class where I met two gorgeous Canadian girls – Karla and Rebecca. Out of a class of 20, we somehow found ourselves keep flocking to each other during the 90-minute class. I kept wanting to dance with them. I didn’t realise then that they were travelling pals but somehow, it all came together. We headed off for dinner with Wendy at Bali Buddha and when I learnt they’d been travelling for two months and their funds were running a bit low, I insisted they came to stay with me at the villa. So suddenly, I found myself having roomies!

The three of us. :)

And the nights we spent at the villa made up one of my favourite memories of my month there. For the first week or so, I found myself returning to the eerily dark and quiet villa every night, which was rather depressing at that point of my life. But there were nights where Becca and Karla would return to the villa first (they were undergoing a month-long yoga teacher training course and found themselves drained at the end of the day) while I had my social obligations (hahaha). And the sight of them chilling in the living room as I stepped into the villa’s compound? Bliss.

We took turns at the bathroom and we had even established a routine. It was usually Karla, me then Becca. Then we would chill by my MacBook to watch an episode of Modern Family. I would laugh my hyena laughter, which in turn would make the girls laughed (albeit, it was directed at me…). There was a night of full moon so Karla led a little ritual where we confessed, cried, laughed and danced till 1am under the gorgeous moon and to Ingrid Michaelson on my iTunes. And there was that other night we got high on shisha in a bar and I found myself agreeing to go to the Gili Islands with a stranger since the two girls had already gone before they met me.

I would awake in the mornings to find them gone (since 6am actually!) and they would see me around 10am at Yoga Barn (where they also had their yoga teacher training course) running to my 10am class. I would throw them air kisses, kick off my flip flops and run upstairs for my classes. Sometimes, we’ll have dinners together but on Sundays when they had the day off, we’ll find ourselves shopping for jewellery, attending one of the many different workshops available in Ubud, gallery visiting or eating pastries at Kue on Main Street.

OK! Word count of 1,000. Time to end it here and till the next entry… Have a lovely week ahead!! <3

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A year ago… Today…

I was crying myself to sleep on the bed bugs-infested mattress somewhere in Lotunduh, Ubud, Bali.

Tonight, after an awesome yoga class and dinner with a good pal and her boyfriend whom I’d finally met for the first time, I’m grinning to myself as I wonder which movie I should watch next in the cinemas (yesterday was I Don’t Know How She Does It, Captain America: The First Avenger and Beginners – don’t you love the range of movie genres I watch? I’m a movie carnivore who watches everything but horror. I’ll hate you forever and ever if you force me to sit through a horror film).

One short year. One long ride of rollercoaster.

I realised I’d never quite wrote about the one month I spent in Bali on my own last November. In fact, I’d never quite told anyone the details of my trip.

It was one of those trips that was a game changer.

I spent the first week of that month crying to sleep every night, wondering what the f*** was I doing to myself, booking this two-bedroom villa in the middle of nowhere in Ubud. Eat, Pray, Love my ass. I wanted my ex-boyfriend. I wanted my mommy. I wanted my friends. I wanted to go home. I went with no plans. I didn’t know what to do. As I fell asleep every night to the incessant dog barking, rooster crowing and toads croaking, I wished I would never wake up the next morning.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get to sleep forever so for the first two days, I sat idle in my villa, not sure what to do. I sorted myself out. I got a local SIM card, I chatted to the lovely villa helpers – one of whom, Cuk, I’m eternally grateful to. He became my daily chauffeur and butler. Sorting out any teeny weeny problem I had. If I ran out of gas for my hot water, he was there. If I wanted to change my daily breakfast time (yeah, the sweet ladies come to my villa’s kitchen to make me breakie every day!), he would take care of it. If I was rushing for a yoga class at the awesome Yoga Barn, he would speed me there (while I feared for my life without a helmet).

Me on Cuk's bike

And the first group of lone travellers I met consisted of a spirited Belgian girl in her early 30s, a hippie Aussie boy in his mid 30s and the most wonderful Aussie lady (Wendy) in her late 50s. I was quiet and keeping to myself in a crystal healing class (don’t judge me!). Later on, I had to pair up with the above-mentioned two ladies and we hit it off like fire.

The four of us went for dinner at one of those lovely restaurants along Monkey Forest Road and we were one of the last to leave. We shared the stories of my lives, bawled our eyes out (read: me) and chatted like old friends. A few days later, the Belgian girl and Aussie boy took off to explore the rest of Bali individually and Wendy, like me, was gonna spend another three weeks in Bali so we became yoga buddies.

The four of us

There were two nights when Wendy, hippie Aussie (sorry, I don’t remember his name!) and I went for kirtan (a call-and-response chanting performed in India’s devotional traditions) and a movie called You Can Change Your Live. It was my first exposure to kirtan and that was the most beautiful thing ever. 150 people in the room and singing and dancing in a language (Sanskrit) that I have no idea about. But somehow, everyone seemed connected. I was so resistant towards these airy fairy hippie crack but having nothing better to do alone in Ubud, I tagged along with my newfound friends. And there’s no turning back.

Cos I totally became an airy fairy hippie chick. Hahahaha. Gawd, I’m so predictable that I wanna claw my eyes out right now.

I don’t wanna go into the whole spiritual talk right now (because I still wanna keep the, erm, 10 blog readers I have) but I was converted simply because I knew I felt much much better emotionally and mentally when I allowed those airy fairy stuff into my life. I didn’t want to resist nor succumb to any new agey lifestyle. I just wanted to feel better. And that made me feel better. If that’s not the best judge then what is?

The progress after a week in Ubud? From insisting on cutting my trip to just a week, I decided to be brave and continue with my original plan of a month and see where Life would take me… It helped I had Cuk and Wendy. So hopefully the next three weeks would be manageable… But seriously, “manageable”? The rest of the month was more than I could wish for.

I remember telling Sue that I was so worried Bali would do nothing for me and I would just go home the same with much emptier pockets.

Hmmm OK. I can definitely not fit the rest of the month within an entry. Watch this space for the next three weeks! Now, Melancholia or Page One: Inside The New York Times awaits!

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They are haunting me…

They say “Ask and you shall receive” and it’s true. When you start to believe there’s an abundance of a certain thing or person, they start popping up everywhere. Regardless of the blog’s title, I don’t mean it in the context of, erm, other worldly spirits… Neither do I mean deliciously cute men (even though I’ve definitely been seeing more of them lately, thanks to my work on a recent magazine article. Whee!) – not that I mind if they do haunt me.

Sorry to be so anti-climatic but it’s just bicycles I’m referring to… :(

But seriously, ridiculously adorable bicycles are JUST. NOT. LETTING. ME. OFF. Ever since I’ve started contemplating getting one post-Bali, I saw them everywhere in Tokyo, stumbled upon a just-opened Tokyo Bike store in Singapore and even online at The Sartorialist, where effortlessly chic women look effortless on their gorgeous bikes.




(All above images from The Sartorialist)

Then there’s me in my sartorially-pathetic outfit on the cutest pink bike:

Yes I'm so brown I can give the brown saddle a good run for its money.

I know I’m not doing the little cutie justice so here’s a better look:

And then you have the ultimate hottie from Kate Spade…

OK guys, time to snap out of the fantasy on my dream ride (others dream of Maseratis, I’m much simpler, no?) and go zen out in a Hatha yoga class instead.

Have a good week ahead!

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We are Love – you and I.

Spiritual seekers often travel to Ubud searching for answers to life’s greatest philosophical questions concerning existence, love, god, and what is truth itself. Seeking often becomes a way of life that involves travelling along one path, then another and another. Without a guide, the spiritual journey can become a desperate longing for completeness. Yet the journey continues as if guided by an inner knowing that there is a greater truth that we can grasp and be.

If only we were born with a map to the heart.

Perhaps we would not get lost so often or forget the beauty of what we essentially are. If there were a map to the heart, what would it show? Perhaps there would be many paths that lead to the most sacred places for holy pilgrimages, such as Mt. Kailash, Bodhgaya, Mount Shasta, Jerusalem, Egypt, Varanasi, Machu Picchu, and even the holy temples in Bali. And the list of spiritual places can go on endlessly. Many Aboriginal tribes believe the whole earth is sacred. Must we travel the whole earth to know and see everything in order to find true happiness, inner peace and completeness?

Perhaps the map to the heart would not have any paths at all.

Perhaps the map would be in the form of a mirror.

You would look into the mirror and see yourself. You would connect to your self, look into your eyes and see a vision of infinite beauty and purity reflected back to you. Is that what you see? The heart connection truly is precious – so precious that without surrendering into the heart, we will lose the greatest and only purpose of human existence, which is to know and embody the truth that we are Love itself, infinite, pure, full and complete. The mirror is the greatest map to the heart. It reflects back that we must look within and return to our own hearts. The heart connection begins by seeing yourself as Love.

To the Balinese, life is about purity of heart. Through ritual purification, devotion, prayer and endless sacrifice, the Balinese believe they will remove all impurities, such as negative thoughts, fears, doubts, jealousies, and such, from their souls so they can have a better existence in the next life. Traditional Hinduism recalls the heart as the organ by which one comes in touch with the gods and grasps the truth of the Divine. The heart is a place of higher insight, infinite light, limitless happiness, pure consciousness, and the most important place to search for truth.

The heart connection is the most precious of gifts that humankind can ever behold within themselves and the greatest of gifts to ever share with the world.

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Our awesome Bali vacation

It sometimes amazes me how much fun I get to have whenever I’m with Matt. I guess at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter where you are. As long as you have fantastic company, you’re set for a great time!

This week-long trip over Christmas was pretty ordinary, if you ask me. But since it ended till now, I couldn’t stop thinking of it. Not so much the place, but the conversations, teasing, little moments Matt and I shared. One of my favourite moments are the nights where we popped a DVD into Matt’s mac to wind down before we snoozed. We managed to watch 500 Days of Summer, Julie & Julia, Astroboy (no prize for guessing whose choice is this), 2012, District 9 and The Hangover. And surprisingly, that boy even enjoyed 500 Days of Summer and Julie and Julia!

Even though this was my third time to Bali, I saw more of the island than I ever did. We did the volcano climbing, checked out Tanah Lot (the famous temple), Git Git waterfall, hot springs and had long drives in the car and bike riding along endless padi fields.

I know it sounds rather tedious but I’ll really recommend anyone who’s heading to Bali to trek up (guided, of course!) one of the three active volcanoes on the island. We went for Gunung Batur, which was 1714m high. Matt wanted to catch the sunrise so we set off from our resort at 2:30am (I KNOW RIGHT?!) and I barely managed any sleep the night before as I kept thinking it was time to wake up!

We were climbing by 3:30am and got to the viewing area by around 5am, alongside 30 other tourists.

At about 5:15am

Whee! My first sunrise in years!

However, the boy just wouldn’t gimme a break. He insisted we go all the way up to the summit and I was thinking: “Heck, I’d already came this far, may as well!” But damn, the ascent to the summit was such a tough bitch! The path was extremely sandy so I kept slipping and it was also narrower so I had to fight back my fear of falling over the edge.

But you know what? It’s sooo worth it. The view up there, even though just a few hundred metres higher, was so much more breath-taking than where the rest of the tourists were. Despite my swearing at Matt throughout the ascent and descent, I’m so glad he made me do it! Hahaha, sorry baby!

Kinda reminds me of the cliff in the animation 'Up'!

Right on top

Even though the descent wouldn’t make you pant your way through compared to the ascent (or maybe it’s just me…), it wasn’t easy peasy either. My limbs and back were totally intact after I got to the summit but it was the descent that killed my heel arches, ankles, knees, hip joints and lower backs! The impact the steep steps caused had me wincing when we arrived back at the resort.

Funnily, we managed to make it back for breakfast at the resort, which made Matt pretty stoked. Then it was shower and hitting the sacks right after. Exhausting but I loved the entire experience! It was only US$60 per pax for the guided climb and they fed us quite a bit too.

The best part of the experience was actually the young 18-year-old guide. His knowledge was pretty amazing (I’m talking about politics, religions and history of different countries!) and he was so hungry to learn. Every time he said something unfamiliar in English, he would check with Matt and I to ascertain he pronounced it right. And most of the time, he was correct to start with! Spending so many hours with him was a pretty humbling experience as well. We shared our backgrounds, which made pretty interesting conversations, given I’m Singaporean, Matt’s Australian and he’s Balinese.

Moving on, Matt and I hired a car and driver to bring us to the touristy spots we wanted to check out the next day. Matt got his Git Git waterfall and hot springs while I got my Tanah Lot temple. The long car rides gave us loads of time to chat, laugh, fight, make up and debate. Methinks it was pretty hilarious listening to us but thankfully, the driver seemed to block us out pretty well for the entire day.


We got back to Ubud at around 7pm, caught dinner and went back for another movie! Anyhow, if you’d read Eat, Pray, Love, you’ll know that 1/3 of the book was based in Bali and Lonely Planet highlighted the shop of Wayan, a friend the author Elisabeth Gilbert made when she was in Bali. It was in Ubud and I wanted to check it out but apparently, it shuts at 6pm everyday so no chance! Apparently, if you want to visit Ketut Liyer (the guru Gilbert consulted when she was in Bali), all you have to do is ask around in Ubud. Lonely Planet says everyone in the town knows him! Haha, cheap thrill.

Before the strenuous (eh hem) activities above, we actually lazed and chilled our way around Seminyak, Kuta and Legian for 4 days. We got a scooter (S$8 for a day! And petrol’s S$1.50 for a day!) and just went around the south of Bali for two days. We pretty much knew Kuta and Seminyak like the back of our hands by the end and knew where to turn, which road is a one-way, etc. We got massages every day for 4 days, read, swam and tanned by the pool in our villa. The boy managed an hour or two of surfing while I just sat on the beach, doing and thinking of nothing.


I really enjoyed the vacation and there’s nothing I would change about it (yep, petty fights included!). I returned feeling very much rested and loved. :)

Now, when and where is the next one???

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Can’t wait for Bali! (Bali curse not withstanding)

Matt and I finally booked the accommodation for Bali three weeks before the trip. Talk about being last minute. That said, I’d arranged for flights and hotels within a shorter period but this is peak season!

Anyhow, I’m all happy and excited now that everything is settled. Just have to remember to pack in the bikinis, sunscreen and… track shoes. What to do… That boy wanna go for those volcano hikes and honestly I’m kinda looking forward to them (though I know you find it hard to believe) too! But not the 4am wake up calls Matt insists on… Oh gawd. What happened to a relaxing holiday? Let’s see if I can get my way then huh?

After surfing through dozens and dozens of resorts and hotels in Bali, especially the ones my helpful pals recommended (No! No Bulgari resort! That means losing a kidney over a stay, ya know!), I found this really pretty one called Prime Villas.

We’re gonna stay there for just a couple of nights cos you know, I don’t have money-spurting trees growing in my tiny flat and neither does Matt.

Wheeee, can’t wait!!!

In the meantime, I should go moisturise my poor skin which I can almost hear them crying and begging for some hydration in this dry weather.

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