I just love reading Dr Nor Ashikin Mokhtar's article in the Sunday Star - Women's World, and she is really gooood!!
I totally agree with her. She wrote that as women, we've got a lot in our lives to deal with.Whether at home or at work, we're often the problem-solvers and decision-makers, putting people's concerns ahead of ours.
She listed a few ways to treat ourselves, without costing too much or taking up a lot of our time.
1. Laugh at something funny.
Laughing is the best way to release all the stress that has built up inside us.
The easiest way to get a good laugh is to watch a funny movie, not just smile and chuckle but laugh out loud. As for me, remembering my children's antics when they were young can break me into laughter or maybe a chuckle or two.
2. Have a cuppa.
Take a break with a cup of tea since it is known for its antioxidant properties. (the doctor wrote that at least 4 cups a day)
3. Go dark
Dark chocolate is good for us. This is not a license to eat loads of chocolates everyday. Have only a little piece a day, and truly savour it as it melts in your mouth.
4. Get a massage and manicure
It offers one great benefit - human touch, which has been shown to reduce stress and boost self-confidence. It releases endorphins in the body, which lowers anxiety and increases your immunity.
Alas! I couldn't always find the time for this indulgence.
5. Be intimate
Indulge in physical intimacy with your spouse. (I don't need to elaborate here) Just use your imagination!!
6. Streeeetch
Take your time at it and give every muscle in your body a tweak (watch a cat the next time it stretches)
7.Call a good friend
Nothing beats a good conversation about the things that really matter in life.
8. Get moving.
Do something physical, just 10 minutes will make you feel the difference.
9. Get some zzzz's
A necessity, as it refreshes your mind, helping you to retain information that you have learnt during the day and make memories.
I don't know about you, but as for me, I will try to indulge in one of the above. Maybe I start with the dark chocolate first!!
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Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Plain Jane
I would like to share this piece of news in the Star yesterday.
A 24 year old guy, who struck up a long-distance romance with a woman over the telephone, killed himself by throwing himself onto the path of an oncoming train. This was soon after their first date. He started the relationship with this woman after she accidentally called him on his handphone six months ago. So he finally meet her to fix a wedding date.
This is what I read to be so shocking.
However, their first date turned out to be a disaster. He must have been dreaming and thinking so much about this woman. He expected a beautiful woman but then he was disappointed to see that she turned out to be a plain Jane.
In this day and age, looks still counts. Everyday, we are bombarded with products to look good and beautiful. This man must have fallen for the woman for her charms. She must be very fluent in her words so much so that they were communicating for almost half a year. But then it just wasn't enough for the man. He expected the charms to come with beauty. Maybe he was expecting too much. Alas! such a stupid way to end one's life.
Where is that "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder"?
A 24 year old guy, who struck up a long-distance romance with a woman over the telephone, killed himself by throwing himself onto the path of an oncoming train. This was soon after their first date. He started the relationship with this woman after she accidentally called him on his handphone six months ago. So he finally meet her to fix a wedding date.
This is what I read to be so shocking.
However, their first date turned out to be a disaster. He must have been dreaming and thinking so much about this woman. He expected a beautiful woman but then he was disappointed to see that she turned out to be a plain Jane.
In this day and age, looks still counts. Everyday, we are bombarded with products to look good and beautiful. This man must have fallen for the woman for her charms. She must be very fluent in her words so much so that they were communicating for almost half a year. But then it just wasn't enough for the man. He expected the charms to come with beauty. Maybe he was expecting too much. Alas! such a stupid way to end one's life.
Where is that "Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder"?
Monday, November 29, 2010
Five Regrets of the Dying
I would like to share this article written by Bronnie Ware which I've read in the Star yesterday.
Patients who had gone home to die, when questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would have done differently, the most common five are:
1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
This was the most common regret of all.
Many dreams have gone unfulfilled and not honoured even half of their dreams and knew that it was
due to choices they had made, or not made.
2. I wish I didn't work so hard.
Most are men who regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.
They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship.
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
Most are women who suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. They were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called "comfort" of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and themselves, that they were content, when deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.
It had me thinking.........
Patients who had gone home to die, when questioned about any regrets they had or anything they would have done differently, the most common five are:
1. I wish I'd had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.
This was the most common regret of all.
Many dreams have gone unfulfilled and not honoured even half of their dreams and knew that it was
due to choices they had made, or not made.
2. I wish I didn't work so hard.
Most are men who regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.
They missed their children's youth and their partner's companionship.
3. I wish I'd had the courage to express my feelings.
Most are women who suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.
4. I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.
Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. They were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved.
5. I wish that I had let myself be happier.
Many did not realise until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called "comfort" of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and themselves, that they were content, when deep within, they longed to laugh properly and have silliness in their life again.
It had me thinking.........
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Bottled grief
Read an article in 'The Star' about a book entitled 'The letter in the Bottle' by Karen Liebreich.
When our children are young, we can get lost in all the everyday chaos. The house is full of toys and laundry and stuff from school, and in the boredom of the domestic routine we forget how precious they are.
In 2002, a French woman threw a bundle of clothes, lilies and a bottle in the shape of a teardrop into the sea. The clothes belonged to her son who had died at the age of 13 and inside the bottle was a letter to the boy "that no wind...no storm...not even death could ever destroy"
She wrote " Forgive me for being so angry at your disappearance. I still think there's been some mistake, and I keep waiting for God to fix it. Forgive me for not having known how to protect you from death. Forgive me for not having been able to find the words at that terrible moment when you slipped through my fingers..."
After that, she went home to get on with her life. It never occurred to her that anyone would find the bottle. She thought that it would smash in the waves and the glass fragments and paper would gently disperse through the oceans. It was her way of talking to God.
Someone did find the bottle! And so begin the search for the letter-writer......
So how did her son died? Where is the mother now?
I can't wait to get my hands on this book. Get my handkerchief ready, too!!
When our children are young, we can get lost in all the everyday chaos. The house is full of toys and laundry and stuff from school, and in the boredom of the domestic routine we forget how precious they are.
In 2002, a French woman threw a bundle of clothes, lilies and a bottle in the shape of a teardrop into the sea. The clothes belonged to her son who had died at the age of 13 and inside the bottle was a letter to the boy "that no wind...no storm...not even death could ever destroy"
She wrote " Forgive me for being so angry at your disappearance. I still think there's been some mistake, and I keep waiting for God to fix it. Forgive me for not having known how to protect you from death. Forgive me for not having been able to find the words at that terrible moment when you slipped through my fingers..."
After that, she went home to get on with her life. It never occurred to her that anyone would find the bottle. She thought that it would smash in the waves and the glass fragments and paper would gently disperse through the oceans. It was her way of talking to God.
Someone did find the bottle! And so begin the search for the letter-writer......
So how did her son died? Where is the mother now?
I can't wait to get my hands on this book. Get my handkerchief ready, too!!
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