tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5177815749243371722024-02-06T21:03:22.198-06:00A Space to BeAn Alien in Houston. A Housewife by Choice. An Indonesian Girl by Heart.Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.comBlogger118125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-20516622599489168072016-06-22T08:34:00.001-05:002016-06-22T08:34:15.949-05:00WHOOPTY-FRICKIN-DO!<b>I hate social media. Yet I'm attached to it like it is oxygen. I thought by not watching the news I'd be free of things that could bring me down, but being on social media is allowing the bad news to be brought to me on a silver platter. </b><br />
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Of course this is my own fault. I can't blame Mark Zuckerberg for inventing Facebook or other people for creating Path and Instagram. I'm also not blaming those who are in my friends list for liking and sharing things that are not rainbows and puppies. I'm blaming no one but my self.<br />
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The news have been especially terrible lately. I know there's always bad things happening; wars, famine, people fleeing from their homes and being turned down by fellow humans, AIDS, cancer, and other shit-fests are always happening. Somebody somewhere is having the worst day of their life and somehow I'm still lucky enough that I'm still doing well. Grand, even. So I'm thankful for still being here and moving and loving and just living.<br />
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But still, I found myself trying to simply breathe this morning because I felt suffocated. It's like one bad news after another keeps coming our way. And people are angry and terrified and suspicious and tired. I'm all of those things and more.<br />
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I still can't believe that there was another mass shooting. I still can't believe that an individual could come into a place, took out his machine gun, and started shooting at everyone in that place. I still can't believe that hate and hate alone could do that. Heck, I still can't believe that Sandy Hook happened. I'm terrified for my daughter and my husband and myself. I feel like there's no safe place if people could get killed at schools, places of worship, movie theaters! For F's sake, what the hell is wrong with humans?<br />
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And while we're talking about humans, here's my two cents about how we treat animals. We suck! We, as a society, SUCK. How are we still putting animals in captivities for our own entertainment? How are we still letting wild animals get murdered and butchered? How are we even paying to see that said animals get exploited or cut to pieces for the sake of tourism and education? That is SICK! I know a lot of people would disagree with me on this and honestly, I don't care.<br />
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I feel so helpless. And it's infuriating!<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Tu5l3r8IT1c" width="560"></iframe>Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-5907576369871516912016-06-19T06:26:00.001-05:002016-06-19T06:26:13.381-05:00Sunday Morning at Its Best!<b>I did not realize how much time I had for myself before Lila came along. To think about the things I could easily do then make me smile now. Even grocery shopping or heck, going to the restroom, is tricky now. I had too much time for my own good then!</b><br />
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I am just going through the posts in this blog and reading every thing all over again. Don't get me wrong, I love Lila more than I love life itself and definitely more than this blog, but man do I miss writing and yoga. Not doing yoga at home with the aid of Youtube, but going to classes. More specifically, my teacher's yoga classes. I also miss teaching them.<br />
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Writing is something I can do just with a pen and paper. The part of writing I miss the most is the where I am alone with my laptop and music that can get me in the mood to write. Also those times in between writing where I could just gaze into nothing and let my head think (or go wild) in peace. Like now. Oh how I'm cherishing this moment. It's lacking coffee (because we ran out), but still this is a glorious time for me. Lila and Aris are still sleeping (because it's Sunday and it's 6.20 AM) and I have the house (aside from the bedroom) all for myself. Even the dogs are still too lazy to bug me. Any moment Lila can wake up and demand breakfast. But it hasn't happened and so I'm just enjoying this. This peace and quiet. This moment with my laptop and tunes that get me going.<br />
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Sunday morning at its best!Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-8644818952019729992015-06-05T11:49:00.002-05:002015-06-05T11:49:33.743-05:00Motherhood<b>What a title. A bit scary, but I am going to write about it anyway, to document my truth today.</b><br />
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My Lila is now 6.5 months old. She is sitting and eating solids. She is rolling and kicking, grabbing and gnawing. She has the cutest laugh and the sweetest smile. Her eyes and nose scrunch when she smiles. And my heart melts. When she nurses, she looks at me with those beautiful black eyes. And my heart skips a beat. She would grab my glasses while she is nursing. She would play with my arm with her feet and toes. She would close her eyes and drift to sleep. My heart bounces and explodes with each milestone that she achieves. She is starting to take interest in the dogs. She loves petting Olive and always seem mesmerized by Trippy. She takes great selfies and loves seeing herself in the mirror.<br />
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She woke up on the floor this morning. She was not happy about it. She is having quite a miserable time with her eczema, but she is being a good sport and she stops scratching when I asks her to. She can be loud and demanding. She snapped at another baby today at Baby Time at the library because the other baby was poking me over and over again. She also freaked out when I left her at the Infant Center at the gym because I had a one hour appointment with a trainer. I cut the appointment short to 15 minutes. Lila was just not having it. What a spitfire, my Lila.<br />
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I still feel overwhelmed when I think of myself as a mother. I still can't comprehend that reality. It's weird, I know. I feel like I don't have any control over anything. I feel like each second I am struggling to do good. For her. I am struggling because I don't know if anything is good enough. If <i>I'm</i> good enough. I'm scared as hell. And that's the honest truth.<br />
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Now I get anxious about things I didn't know existed before. Like the various colors of baby poop. I mean I knew baby poop existed, but I did not know it came in various shades. Or the complexity of grocery shopping or having lunch with friends or arriving to my destination when my baby had just fell asleep. Oh my dear God, naps and sleep! Breastfeeding was not a breeze at the beginning and now I'm dealing with solids. And with that we are back to baby poop.<br />
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There is absolutely nothing glamorous about motherhood. It's messy, tiring, confusing, overwhelming, and scary. But then my Lila giggles. And then she reaches out to pet our dog. And then she looks at me and drool. And then my heart just burst. I thought I knew about love, but not until Lila that I realized I knew absolutely nothing. My love for her is so massive that it sometimes scares me. I could explode. I could stop breathing from the thought of something bad. Because an invisible boulder suddenly drops on my chest every time I see or read something bad or sad happens to someone's child. The dire need to always protect Lila is something I never knew could exist. My life has been completely altered. It is not even my own now. It's hers. And I don't mind.<br />
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Amidst the fear and panic and anxiety, motherhood has also taught me a thing or two. I'll be damned if don't come out of it a better person. Motherhood allows me to see and experience first hand life on the other side of the fence. I was always the person with no kids. I was the person who felt bad for people with crying babies and screaming toddlers, but glad I was not them. I was the person that knew more about parenting than those people with children. Now I realize that I didn't know anything. Motherhood is humbling. It brings me down to my knees and makes me admit defeat. On the other hand it has also taught me to lighten the hell up. I can get obsessive about things and now I realize that most of the time I'm just wasting my energy. But I guess the most important thing that motherhood has taught me is to be kinder and less judgmental, particularly towards other women, other parents.<br />
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It is hard enough to raise a human being without being judged. I don't want to be that a-hole who thinks she knows everything about everything and always has the need to speak out her personal beliefs and choices without being asked. That a-hole is annoying. So I'm trying hard to do good for Lila without thinking (out loud) that other mamas are not trying to do exactly the same thing for their spawns. Being a mother, now I know that we are all struggling in one way or another. NO ONE has it easy, no matter how effortless they make it look. Because we all start and end from one thing when it comes to our children: love. And that love is massive. So I will not be that a-hole who questions a woman's love for her child. I refuse to be her.<br />
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So far motherhood has mostly been interesting. I am surprisingly enjoying it. I never knew I wanted this until it is what I'm given. And now I can't even think of not having it. My Lila is a blessing. And I don't use that word lightly. This 13.5 lbs blessing is a constant source of awe and joy. I am blessed to be her mother. And this motherhood thing will get more familiar, I know. Until then, I am just taking it day by day because I just want to savor, enjoy, and live every moment. I want to document Lila with my heart and mind, not just my iPhone camera and Facebook.<br />
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Lila Gaia Pramudito, please be nice to this inexperienced mother. I'm doing my best. I promise I am.<br />
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<br />Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-32750827730766102942014-11-12T07:30:00.000-06:002014-11-12T07:30:11.852-06:00Brazos Bend State Park<b>Cuaca mulai sejuk di Texas. Akhir pekan jadi waktu yang tepat untuk mematikan televisi, keluar rumah, dan menikmati matahari serta angin sejuk. Maka akhir pekan lalu pergilah kami ke Brazos Bend State Park. Tiket masuk per orang $7. Anjing harus selalu diikat karena tempat ini terkenal dengan buaya-buayanya. </b><br />
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<br />Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-85773682988591038952014-10-09T09:37:00.001-05:002014-10-09T09:38:49.937-05:00French Apple Tart<b>This post is a bragging post. Purely and solely intended to show that despite my past failures in making baked goods, this time I have actually succeeded. With flying colors, I might add. OK, so maybe Ina Garten deserves all the praises, but I made this with my own two hands with minimal clean up to the kitchen. I'm freaking proud of myself if you haven't detected that yet.</b><br />
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So here it is. French Apple Tart. Recipe by the Barefoot Contessa: <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/french-apple-tart-recipe.html" target="_blank">Ina Garten's French Apple Tart</a><br />
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<strong>I haven't drunk beer in a long time. I mean even before I got pregnant. I had decided that I did not like its taste. Alcohol wise, I think the last thing I drank was margarita and it was a month before I got pregnant. I had wine here and there before pregnancy, but I mostly drank non-alcoholic drinks.</strong><br />
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But now, now that I am 8 months pregnant, I really <em>really</em> want to drink beer. Super cold beer. Maybe a Shiner Bock or Blue Moon. Oh dear God, how I want beer. I'm not going to go all crazy with alcohol once the baby arrives since (hopefully) I'll be breastfeeding, but I will surely have that beer. Be it in the winter time, I <em>am</em> going to have that super cold beer. Maybe while having salmon sushi. That is definitely something to look forward to. <br />
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Pregnancy comes with backache, stabbing pain on the soles of the feet, and an all around tightness on the body. Oh, and the anxiety! Also the scattered thoughts and the need to just lie down. All. The. Time. </div>
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Yoga -and I really am not trying to be a smart ass zen master here- has helped me through this pregnancy by just giving me the outlet to move slowly and mindfully. To just stretch and be OK with whatever I have running in my thoughts. I haven't gotten the meditation part quite right yet. And I'm not concerned about that because the more one fights the thoughts, the eager they are to invade the rest of the sane part of the brain. So I'm letting go. Let those thoughts come. I'm OK with not taking any action.</div>
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My most favorite poses during pregnancy are the downward dog, cat-cow, and pigeon. My camera battery ran out when I did the first two so I'll upload it tomorrow or when I feel like it. The baby seems to enjoy the movements so I guess I'll keep doing them until the moment I have to pop her out. </div>
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I'm at the end of my second trimester. The trimester where it is mostly about sunshine and rainbows and unicorns. You're showing, but not too much and your energy is just off the roof. My mood used to be almost always terrific. Right now, though, I think I'm going downhill. I get irritated very easily, especially while driving (which is not good!). I've always been easily irritated by ignorance and impoliteness on the road, but now my tolerance level is just pretty damn low. And people are getting more stupid by the minute! I curse all the time. Sorry my unborn baby, but your momma has a foul mouth. We need to deal with this.<br />
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And other things irritate me too. I really don't want to dwell on this, making everything out of proportion, creating dramas that need not exist. But some people just really get on my nerve. And I worry about this because old wives' tale says that you cannot dislike someone so badly when you're pregnant lest your child turning to be exactly like them. And these people that get on my nerve were not my most favorite people before I got pregnant. But I used to be able to just brush off the things they do and put my mind elsewhere. It is not that easy now. I feel like just avoiding them and not interact with them at all. Unfortunately that is not possible. So I really really need to manage this emotion.<br />
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This rant is getting long and useless. And I feel big. I look big. Not that I care, but my back and feet do. I am not ready to have this baby yet (obviously!), but now I understand what other pregnant women are saying about pregnancy being tough. I think it's mostly the emotion. And how your feet hurt. And your back. And how there is no comfortable sleeping position. And have I mentioned the feet?<br />
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I hope better days are upon me. I don't want to feel like this for the rest of my pregnancy. I really do still want to enjoy it. I want to look big, round, and glowing.<br />
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<br />Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-57571546363847591642014-05-06T12:00:00.004-05:002014-05-06T12:00:45.049-05:00What I need..is to come back to me. And be here. Here and now.Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-62628213393241029192014-04-26T09:42:00.003-05:002014-04-26T09:42:55.999-05:00Green OliveSomething magical happened yesterday. There was a heartbeat. Inside my tummy. The doctor said it came from something as big as a green olive. I love olives. All kinds of olives, especially the green ones. If that was not a miracle, I don't know what is. <div>
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Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-65615100089911199762014-01-23T13:06:00.002-06:002014-01-23T13:06:15.432-06:00Jet Lag!I am currently in Indonesia. It has been 4 days since I arrived and I am thankful for my jet lag. For once, it helps me to stay awake during the most crucial time: meeting deadlines, both from work and school. Oh, those god-forsaken deadlines! I am going to meet them though. I have my Kapal Api coffee, my Indonesian music playlist and my mom's dog for much-needed playtime break. Until the sun comes up I shall not blink! I think the coffee is working.<br />
<br />Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-54633821747229893722014-01-02T11:49:00.001-06:002014-01-06T10:48:16.404-06:00Pineapple Pie vs Whales and Dolphins in Captivity<br />
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I find it extremely interesting and mind-boggling that my Facebook post about Pineapple Pie gets more likes than my post about how disturbing marine animal shows are and how wrong it is to keep whales and dolphins in captivity.<br />
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It is native to Texas Gulf Coast area, but somehow the little guy was here in Roatan, Honduras. It has the ability to change colors, depending on the temperature and "mood". At one point in our staring contest, he turned from brown to bright green. I think he was intimidated by my intent stare. Or he was just being cheeky.</div>
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I woke up at 7 this morning. I brushed my teeth, grabbed my rain jacket and headed out to grab coffee. The coffee is good here. I just started drinking coffee. Good coffee is good. I decided I like coffee.</div>
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We went diving again today. Diving is good here. Better than good coffee or free coffee. And today's diving was wonderful. My tank got stuck in one of the swimthroughs, but it was wonderful.</div>
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We saw beautiful creatures underwater. A big trumpetfish was the first that caught my eye, then there was a big porcupine puffer fish, a juvenile morray eel, and an adult morray eel. </div>
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After diving, it was lunch and hanging out at one of the beachside cafes where the staring contest took place. I had Tropicana Smoothie, a concoction of delightful tropical fruits in one giant margarita glass.</div>
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Looking at the sea, the wooden docks and the beach, I saw a sight that warmed my heart. A young boy was teaching his puppy to swim. At first the pup was just watching his human from the beach, not wanting to go nearer. The boy came out of the water and carefully picked the dog up and took him into the water. The pup did not react. I guess he felt safe in the hands of the young human. The boy then let his pup go. Four little paws started to paddle. It did not take long until he understood how swimming worked and what he needed to do to get closer to its human. Once he was close enough to the boy the pup leaped and landed on the boy's right shoulder. The young boy laughed and they did everything all over again. </div>
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Right this very moment, invisible giant buckets are emptying their contents with pride. The Gods put some island wind also into the mixture to sway the trees. It is not raining unless everything is soaking wet. </div>
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It also rained earlier in the day. I happily took my time walking in the rain. I wanted to dance, but it felt too much. I just skipped and hopped.</div>
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We went diving this morning before it started to rain. The boat ride to the site was choppy and the clouds were grey. It was going to rain for sure. </div>
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We went to El Aguila. One of the most famous wrecks in all of Honduras. The massive ship was deliberately sunk, but Hurricane Mitch did all the wrecking. </div>
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The other residents were groupers, eels at the eel garden, puffer fish, trumpet fish, and king crabs. I had the pleasure of meeting them all. </div>
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We came back to shore right before the rain poured. <em>Cafe y baleada por almuerso</em>. Perfect to fight off the cold. </div>
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I better get back to my book now, because I am planning to take a long nap afterward, while the rain is still soaking the island. Pura vida.</div>
Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-62951350946499867412013-10-03T10:55:00.000-05:002013-10-03T10:58:17.758-05:00Currently in CalgaryA business trip that turned into a trip of a lifetime!<div><br></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCHyzqkg4EJhO2r7Lxy7yd4ml2sHVcbisFeqwn9FB8KE1kP89eiAiS3kaqVTfIcnyh8O8l6OhFgPkC5dkLz9KdkVhhF6BxSm6enJA3oyrvE9Dm9w2kdBGYgzXw6maDVYR0Xt5BVaw_NI7T/I/photo_989316.jpg" border="0" class="bloggoimg"></div><br><a name='more'></a><hr size="1" class="bloggohr"><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0IQSsPf48GwarpF5njvPYj18rbPxyeN8oUvKZpIpt31FMu1Kda2E5__wbrlR14deY4nc1lHWq-6J_x00JUJGPm0Y8DpirABt7zipYoFLZH5lpxuaJixlrspB668qf_xVUXrs8AeKw9m7P/I/photo_780545.jpg" border="0" class="bloggoimg"></div><br><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWH-bGGchaVPRvK1J7ociMFle82sHmA89CaJtNFuoillRHDCil-mRf-l_Z7pfHq90S139kRMOFqqyvKksOQHCQlcI8KpQ56acaSrKBRbRik5_FuWC-lhKOx6pGeF8mYuzSg_L13ACAZ8r/I/photo_378727.jpg" border="0" class="bloggoimg"></div><br><br> <br> <br></div>Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-19039793202114710922013-08-27T11:54:00.002-05:002013-08-27T11:54:24.572-05:00Damn Insects!I am so ready for Summer to be over! Damn bugs are eating me alive every day. I can't stand this anymore!<br />
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I just went outside to make a phone call. It was less than 2 minutes and already I have 7 mosquito bites all over me. This is crazy! I guess it's now crazier because yesterday it rained and now puddles of water are everywhere, giving those blood sucking insects to reproduce. Dang it!<br />
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And I also still have bite marks from a month ago from unidentified insects. Most probably ants. These Texas insects are awful! The more I scratch the more they itch.<br />
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I can't handle this anymore. I swear to God!Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-10706082057486591932013-07-30T10:58:00.000-05:002013-12-24T01:50:47.151-06:00Oh Yeah!I nailed the COMPASS test!<br>
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I did -quoting the academic advisor- AWESOME on every section. Even the math. The lowest score I got was for the trigonometry and I still did quite good. I aced the English reading and writing. The person that read my essay even told me that I should be a writer. I feel so good about myself. It is like having a shot of self esteem just injected to my veins. Sometimes it does take a piece of paper to make me realize my self worth.<br>
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At times I would sometimes feel like my intelligence rate had dropped significantly. It was not just about not getting an academic upgrade per se, but mostly about not really giving my brain a real challenge. I do think SUDOKU counts as a challenge, but there is always that 'play again' button when I suck. The test, on the other hand, really scared the hell out of me. This test was an equivalent of an SAT and to fail would be such a slap on the face. Fortunately I scored at college level. The thought of failing made my stomach churned, but when I was actually facing the computer screen with all those questions I was absolutely on a high. I loved it! Dear God, I am such a nerd.<br>
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So the next step is getting my transcript evaluated and hopefully some credits can be transferred. Then it is back to school for me. Yipee!<br>
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On repeat!Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-73190597392126982782013-07-25T08:44:00.000-05:002013-07-30T11:01:03.533-05:00The Starting Point<b>A long time ago I have decided that I did not want to pursue a Master's degree. Time passes and I still feel that way. However, I have changed my mind about going back to school. I am in the process of going back to school. Not a fancy grad school, but a community college. And I am pretty darn excited.</b><br />
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As I was filling out the application I realized that high school was 12 years ago and college was 8. It has been a long time since I left the academic world. Strangely, I feel like I have never really stopped learning. As cliche as it may sounds, I have learned a lot from people around me, even strangers. I learned things that school never taught me from the work I did -and still doing- as a writer, a travel journalist, a yoga instructor. This Associate degree that I am planning to attain from said community college will help me branch out to a whole new world. I am planning to get an Associate degree in Petroleum Technology.<br />
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I have to admit that I would not think of it myself. My husband told me about this opportunity to become a Petroleum technologist. It took me almost 2 years to finally decide that I want to do it. At first I fought the idea. "It's not me," I said and I struggled with defining 'who am I?'. The most cliche question of all. I was struggling with the notion that if I was one thing, I could not be another. If I was a writer, I could not possibly work as a Petroleum technologist. That would be a betrayal to myself. It took me so many full moons to finally come to peace with myself. I do not need to define myself. I can be anything.<br />
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My husband and I went into a lot of heated discussion about this Petroleum Technology thing. His arguments were always logical and mine were always based on my feelings. And finally I realized, taking this degree would not kill me. If anything, it would only benefit me in the long run. Adding another skill can never hurt. It will only give me a better chance in getting a well-paid job here, besides still doing the things I love to do like writing, teaching yoga and traveling.<br />
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So now I am studying for the admission test. I am revisiting trigonometry and algebra. I know it is only a community college, but I still want to ace it. I am and will always be a nerd. I guess that's the thing I like about school. It is challenging and makes me want to do well. Really well.<br />
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I did not think I would be really excited about this, but I really am.<br />
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<br />Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-31029676115483581072013-03-13T09:14:00.000-05:002013-03-13T09:14:03.435-05:00A Day with the Gentle Giants!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8XOPQmmlMGE" width="560"></iframe>Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-74756779167961495542013-02-28T11:01:00.000-06:002013-03-14T12:05:37.486-05:00Flexibility is Overrated<b>More and more I see people uploading pictures of themselves doing some hard core yoga poses on social media. On instagram there are even daily challenge from a so-called yoga expert to his/her followers to do certain poses. These poses are cool to see, intriguing and motivating, but sometimes also misleading.</b><br />
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I have to admit that I have done my fair share of showing off on social media. Thinking back to those days always makes me kind of embarrassed, but I need to own it because at that point I was where I was supposed to be. I guess that was part of my journey and now I have to live with seeing my boastful ego in each of those pictures. That same ego still follows me every time I do my practice and I've been trying to find a way to work <b>with</b> it and not <b>for</b> it. Because let's just face it, praises and adoration fuel the ego and when that happens somehow we thought it was happiness or worse, contentment.<br />
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More than once people would come to me and say that they had been thinking of doing yoga but they kept hesitating because they were not flexible. I guess that is the number one reason people don't step into a yoga class. They do not want to look silly standing beside other students that they thought were flexible. I would always say, "You don't need to be flexible to do yoga." As long as someone is breathing, I would say that yoga <b>is </b>for them. The crazy poses with those arm balances or unbelievable backbends are not for everyone. People should realize that before injuries occur, because they do occur.<br />
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I am one of the flexible people in my yoga class. I really am not saying that to be condescending, but to say that it really does not mean anything at all. There are poses that I could easily get into, because I was built to do them easily. I am petite and I did ballet in the past, so some poses do work in my favor. Nonetheless there are times when I tried to hard, I forced, struggled and obsessed until I felt pain and then I would feel stupid for pushing my way into a pose. It is just a pose. People need to lighten up and realize that the poses are only a small part of yoga. I need to remind myself that every single day. It is just a pose. The world will not collapse if I can't do a handstand or a stupid standing bow.<br />
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My yoga training included a posture clinic where we went through poses one by one, discussing the benefits, the anatomy and the correct way to do them. We spent a lot of hours to do so. I would have nights where I dreamed of those poses. It was that intense and I would be extremely critical to myself when doing the poses. At the same time we also learned about why the poses came second. Or maybe third. I couldn't really grasp the concept until I did some special classes as part of my training and also when I had finished the training.<br />
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The classes were special because almost everyone in these classes had mobility limitation. Flexibility is a word that would be taken as mockery in these classes. Unless if we were talking about flexibility of the mind. I have had the privilege of giving yoga classes to people in wheelchairs, people with Multiple Sclerosis, senior people who were senile and totally immobile except for some movement of the wrists. These are the kind of classes that make me love to share my passion for yoga and not because I pity them, but because in these classes yoga feels pure, yoga is believable, yoga is not seen as a place for competition.<br />
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The first time I came to teach in a Senior home here in Houston, I really did not know what I was going into. I did not have the slightest idea what I was about to encounter. It was actually my yoga teacher's class and she asked me to sub because she could not do it that day.<br />
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My yoga teacher that I love and adore is 74 years old. Her mind is sharp, she has terrific posture, she is independent, she is passionate, she is the very definition of being alive. She is the one person that makes me think that age really does not matter. One does not have to be old when they get older. One does not have to give up youth as they experienced life longer. Somehow she makes age just as it is: numbers.<br />
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Coming to my first yoga class in a senior home I was welcomed by a startling view. My class was a group of 7 people, all in their wheelchairs and -I believe- most of them were senile. Actually, all except one, he was in his bed and looked unconscious. I was more than discouraged, I was ready to jump out the window and ran as fast I could. I did not though. The class was on the 4th floor. I stayed and struggled to do the class. I had taught a class for people with MS and there were interactions, there were a sense of a normal class only with a lot of modifications and that was fine. That was absolutely fine with me. In the senior home, there was almost no movement, let alone an interaction. I felt like I was the only person alive in the room. I was on the verge of crying because the class felt like hours when it was only 35 minutes and I had ran out of ideas. <br />
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I had to totally alter my routine. I did a lot of fingers, wrists and ankles movements. I had them breathing with me. Breathing alone was a struggle in the class. Some of them followed my instructions, other fell asleep or started talking to themselves. At one point I had to really pray that nobody would die, because I honestly felt like some of them were slipping away. It was scary. By the end of the 35-minute class I was drained. My level of energy was so low that I felt like taking a nap right there and then. It was gruesome, but it was also awesome because I had the chance to experience something so out of my comfort zone. Something so new and challenging. To me, more than contorting poses, classes like these are the true challenge.<br />
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The one thing that made the whole experience more than worthy to repeat was when I had the opportunity to talk to them one-by-one after class. Some would just repeat their sentences over and over again while others would tell me about their past as if I was someone who really knew them. They would say thank you and how they enjoyed the class. The class that I had made up along the way while silently crying and wanting to bail. I would say thank you back because I was really grateful and because they made me felt the presence of my grandmother. They made me realize how uncomplicated it was to be compassionate. How easy it was to take things easily. Those souls, in the body of a senile old lady or a dying old man, humbled me with their presence. It was enough by them just being there in the class, doing the breathing, struggling to breathe.<br />
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The second time my teacher asked if I could do another class in the senior home I immediately said yes. I was shocked by my own enthusiasm, remembering how disastrous my last class was. I guess it was my teacher's voice that made me excited to come back there. Over and over again she would say that everyday is different and I thought that I owed myself at least another try.<br />
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So in that Friday morning, a frisky Friday morning, I chose the craziest pair of socks I had in my drawer. They were knee-length high socks with black and white stripes and separated colorful toes. Crazy is an understatement. I covered the socks with my boots. My class that morning was consisted of sweet old ladies and a couple of gentlemen. As usual, everyone was in their wheelchairs, talking to themselves, sleeping or looking at me confused. They might had initially wanted to do tennis or waterski, yet they were brought to a yoga class, because it was hard to do tennis or waterski with a wheelchair and we were nowhere near a mass of water.<br />
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I took off my boots and they were immediately drawn to my socks. They might wonder how someone could find such hideous socks, but at least I had their attention. I started the class with a totally different attitude and approach. There was no discouragement or hesitation, I went head first to become the most energized yoga teacher I could possibly be. I made myself the center of attention, addressing each and every one of them with the biggest smile I had, assuring them that the movements and breathing we did were doable and even good for them. I felt like a clown in a 5-year old birthday party, but it was a success. I got more reaction, even lit up a few pair of eyes. It was awesome!<br />
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In the end I was still drained, but at least it was because I consciously sent my energy out to them and not because they unconsciously took it from me. There is a big difference. I was a messenger of energy and it is the best part of being a yoga instructor. And those kind of experiences are the reasons I do what I do.<br />
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So I guess competitive yoga is not for me. Besides, I don't think competitive yoga exists. Yoga is the very opposite of competition and that is my lesson learned. This journey has its ups and downs. The downs are important, but when it comes to the ups, it gives me a high no drugs could ever provide. <br />
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Salam,<br />
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<br />Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-60377783696440231482013-02-26T10:15:00.002-06:002013-02-26T10:15:37.621-06:00It's One of Those Days<b>It's been almost a year since I finished my yoga training. I've been teaching and practicing, at the same time also questioning and hesitating. I think I learned a lot more after finishing the training. It has not always been easy. Most days I struggle with my self and the thoughts I have. </b><br />
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Taking the yoga training was like taking a huge gigantic step towards self discoveries. It opened pandora box and some of the things inside are just too damn huge for me, at least for the moment. We learned about anatomy, postures, poses, nutrition, and meditation, but more than that I learned about the things I guess I already knew. Choosing the high road, staying in the moment, attaching to nothing, embodying compassion, and seeing the Highest Self in myself and in everything and everyone, are some of those things.<br />
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Finishing the training meant that I was granted the knowledge about all that and left to choose to do or not do. I was granted the ability to see life and its glory in the simplest form and let me tell you, it is scary. It is scary to realize how simple everything actually is. <b>That</b> knowledge crushes ego, but not necessarily sets someone free, because letting go of ego is excruciatingly hard. I am still struggling, every single day. <br />
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It is hard to be unattached and not indifferent. It is hard to know the difference between the two. It is hard to see the Highest Self in people. It is hard to see the Highest Self in myself, because it is pure and divine. It is total bliss and unadulterated. It is hard to not pass judgment. That includes on myself, but most of the time on someone else. It is hard to not be self-righteous and just be compassionate. It is hard to believe that I have the potential to be divine and content. Knowing that everyone has the ability to self-suffice is scary, because that means I need nothing and no one to be content. The knowledge is scary, because now I cannot pretend that I do not know it. This knowledge is indeed power and one cannot just overlook it, because it eats you up from the inside.<br />
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Confusion is the name of the game and I'm playing it almost everyday. I guess that's OK, because at least I am doing something. At least I am making mistakes and listening to (or going against) the voice inside me. I'm sure this has turned into a very absurd blog post to some and I am deeply sorry for taking your time to read. I guess I'm writing to myself in the future, so that I will remember this day. This clear day among the hazy confusing ones.<br />
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That is it for today. I'm going to watch Bunheads on abcfamily.go.com now, because I'm just a mere mortal and shows about dancing (from the talented Amy Sherman-Palladino) makes me over-the-top happy.<br />
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Namaste,<br />
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<br />Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-517781574924337172.post-28505404057099639712013-02-13T15:04:00.001-06:002013-02-13T15:04:16.711-06:00I miss home so effing much.Andini Haryanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16691635259707852994noreply@blogger.com0