PADS! TAMPONS!

Ok, if you are already feeling squeamish, don’t read on. Obviously, this post is for ladies only.

Another unpaid product placement post on kellog. The Diva Cup. That’s just the brand I have used. There are other brands of menstrual cups too. I bought mine online. No clue where to get those in shops.

Again, if you are squeamish about such things, DON’T READ ON.

Seriously, girls, I’ve used this for a few months now and wonder why on earth I’ve been wasting on disposables all these years. I also wonder why it’s not more well-known. I only came across it in the comments section while reading this article. Maybe because it’s not in the best interest of a company to invest marketing expenses to sell a one-time thing that lasts forever vs. a never-ending demand for a disposable pad/tampon.

If you’ve never used a tampon before, this would probably be a little bit harder for you to use (but hey, all it takes is a little practice…and a good time to get to know your nudge nudge wink wink meow meow. And pads are just gross really). The instructions are all there on the website/product. All I can say that this is WAY better than a tampon. Not only is it better for the environment, its so much more sanitary. And no leaking and worrying about when to change. I take it out while in the shower in the mornings and evenings, wash it, and put it right back in. I never have to change it in the middle of the day while outside. Read all other benefits here.

WARNING. MORE SQUEAMISH STUFF AHEAD. GIRL TALK ZONE ONLY! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Okay, tips of use, after I’ve used it for a few cycles already:
- Despite what the instructions say about it hanging low and all that, after trial and error, I realize that the best “location” is when I stuff it up as high as I can (it can’t go that far in anyway). Otherwise, the tip of it sticks out and gets you very uncomfortable. Like toothpick uncomfortable. No, no, no. But then again, all our nudge nudge wink wink meow meows are different, so trial and error yourself.
- Despite what the instructions say about having to rotate it to “pop” it out, I never have to do it. Put it in and it will eventually, rather quickly if not immediately, “pop”.
- The first few times I used it, I did get nervous about it getting stuck. But really, it’s the nerves that push it higher (think about it!). If anything, gravity and semi-squats will always be there.

That’s all. I hope this post will promote the use of menstrual cups because I do believe in it. I believe it’s a superior product to the other commonly used alternatives, pads & tampons. It’s better for the environment and for your nudge wink meow meow’s health too. And the tips mentioned are not meant to gross anyone out or give TMI, but to give a newbie some guidance (there’s lots and lots of forums out there about this, and people who have had problems, and everyone’s body is different) in case that helps.

Go buy one and try it out! It’s less than US$30. Well worth never having to buy pads or tampons ever again.

A few weeks ago, I was walking along my block and saw this sign:

I was suspicious at first. Looked like a cheap marketing ploy to get people to join one class then pay for the rest. But it seemed like such a great idea! People in the neighborhood get together and play soccer all the time at Prospect Park, or even tai chi, but I’ve never seen people doing yoga together!

Hence, three Saturdays ago, I got up early (I didn’t set the alarm. I figured if my body wanted me to go to yoga, it’ll wake me up, and I did at 930am) for the 10am yoga. It turned out to be absolutely, insanely amazing. I liked yoga from the first time I did it. I’ve taken 2 classes since. The first one was good. The second one, taught in the Red Hill community center by this eccentric guy who was totally into HIMSELF, was pretty bad. But Liz, the lady who put up the flyer, is simply what a true yoga instructor should be.

Liz posted the flyer cos she had been teaching her boyfriend at Prospect Park and he suggested that she invited other people in the neighbourhood to join. She said it was a good excuse for her to do more yoga too. And she’s so wonderful in her instruction. Not only describing very well how you should do the asanas, but also incredibly meditative, with her direction to “think about what brought you here today and your intention for today”. And doing yoga in the park…is the most amazing thing in the world. It makes all the time I’ve done yoga in a studio or indoors really pale in comparison. You could feel the sun shining, the wind blowing, the grass beneath you, the ants crawling, the children playing, the weird homeless dude talking to himsef, the music of the tai chi-ers nearby, and all that jazz. Olive mentioned that she thought Prospect Park is what she always imagined a park should be…and it so is! I have gone on and one about how I LOVE BROOKLYN, and Prospect Park (vs. the more manicured and touristy, and thus less…natural) is but another reason why I love it sooo much. So yoga in the park, every Saturday, 10am, as long as the weather holds up. WHOOHOO!!!!

Liz is also a massage therapist and I have been looking for a good, reasonably priced massage therapist in my neighborhood since I moved here. How perfect is that? The great thing about Liz was that she never once pushed her “other services” during her free yoga session. She taught us cos she wanted to, and not to promote herself. I had to ask her. Her charge is US$60/hr (very reasonable by NYC standards) and I went for my first session last Sunday. I’m hooked. I’m gonna treat myself to this twice a month…actually, I really need it cos my upper back is killing me from my 9-5 desk job. I can’t believe at age 26 and 3 yrs into my career, I’m already having back problems. This must stop. Now. Hence, the yoga and massage therapy. It’s awesome too that my yoga instructor is also my massage therapist. Whole health.

Now that I’m on a yoga rampage, I’ve been doing it almost everyday at home. I attended a class at Park Slope Yoga 2 blocks away and it was really wonderful. The instructor, Eric, was fantastic. Like Liz, clear instructions with a sense of warm and lovingness. Add to that, I now have pilates classes once a week. Love pilates, but it’s more of a work-out than yoga. Don’t get me wrong, yoga can be just as tough (last night’s session with Eric was brutal at times), but somehow, yoga feels more like a natural extension of your body. Can’t describe it.

On the last note, everytime the teacher says “Namaste” to wrap up the class, I whisper “and ooga booga to you too!”

Yadda yadda yadda..but hey! lookee!! Our former Berkeley China Trip classmate whom we call Peter Butter is all serious and stuff on Reuters! Go Peter Butter! We are proud of ya!

The first time I watched Eddie Izzard, I was rolling on the floor laughing my ass off..or ROFLMAO. Today, someone on the message board I frequent posted the Lego version of Eddie Izzard, which made me ROLFMAO again. This guy is a genius. Watch and weep (with laughter). The thing about watching it with the Legos is that I am not distracted by his cross-dressing, but realize (more than ever) what a truly gifted story-teller he is. Lego version, then the actual for comparison:

Death Star Canteen

Brit vs. US movies

(the actual goes longer into a British Vader/Luke)

Cake or Death?

And a few of my favs, Eddie teaching history, that didn’t make it to Lego:

Jeezy Chreezy! Christianity in England

History of the Stonehenge


Do you have a flag? (probably one of my ultimate favs…but Death Star Canteen could be it to..ohhh I can’t choose!)

My one-year of French came in handy here:

ooooh, I could just go on. Just watch all the clips you see on Youtube or buy his fucking DVDs!

No, no, kellykelly doesn’t have baby fever (yet). But my parents emailed us a bunch of old old pix yesterday. What memories! I had a fantastic childhood!

My brother:

My mom with my brother. The 70s RULE!

It KILLS me to think my mom was the same age as I am now when this photo was taken:

This was my first childhood memory – rolling around the mattress lined with books with my brother. Or, it could have been my first childhood memory looking at this picture and mapping it as a first childhood memory. Childhood memories are weird like that. And yes, while my brother was the CUTEST KID IN THE WORLD, I looked like an old man.

kellykelly the walrus:

I have to say that I have pretty damn good looking parents:

I give new meaning to the phrase: I’m all EARS!


OMG! The first crazy cat lady outfit?

Us and our cuz in the small Bishan flat we all stayed in during the week. Good times!

Man, there are so much more. Kinda weird seeing all these pictures after a while of seeing pictures of my new niece and new sister-in-law (who are visiting in a month! Can’t wait!). I know I’m absolutely biased, but they are 2 of the most beautiful babies EVER (okay, aside from my brother)!

My uncle told us this AWESOME joke over dim sum in Chinatown this morning.

He was in Ang Mo Kio central last month when he was visiting Singapore (he lives in NYC) and got a massage. When he came out, a lady kept trying to sell him a package of 5 massages. He insisted that he was only visiting for a short while and hence would not have use for a package. But she pressed on. A knowledge of Singlish (where last consonants are seldom enunciated) would make this funnier. Actually, it’s MUCH funnier hearing it, but I’ll try over this blog:

Uncle: Eh, you very pushy you know?
Lady turns to her friend next to her immediately.
Lady to Friend: Ta shuo wo ‘bullshit’ leh! (literal translation: He say I bullshit)
Uncle: No, no! Not bullshit lah…I say you are pushy…PUSHy!
Friend to Lady: Yeah lah, bu shi (not) bullshit lah, ta shuo ni (he said you are) pushy…(spells) P-U-S-S-Y!

My uncle ended up buying the package because they entertained him so.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I was telling this joke ALL DAY and still find it funny!

Funny. The night after I stayed up till 1am to finish The Time Traveler’s Wife, I woke up with this song in my head “Wanna stay right here/Until the end of time…” and couldn’t get it out of my head. Drove me crazy trying to remember what song it was and where I’ve heard it.

After a quick google seach (what did people do before the internet?), I realized it is Gorecki by Lamb. Funny how the brain digs up stuff that it had slotted into the archives a long time ago. Must be reading about all that time and love shit that brought it out.

Okay, the lyrics are pretty damn cheesy. But damn, cheesy love songs get it so right when you are in love. The song was ringing in my head when I woke up. When I realized that I was waking up next to the person I’ve woken up next to practically every day of the last 4.5 years and whom I’m still dizzy with, I just have to think, wow, lucky me. (eee…so ro4 ma2)

…I’ve never known completeness
Like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you
Loving every breath of you
Still my heart this moment
Or it might burst
Could we stay right here
Until the end of time until the earth stops turning
Wanna love you until the seas run dry
I’ve found the one I’ve waited for