It's not who you are....but who you know.
Take heed.
Be grateful for your friends. be grateful for the parents that brought you up.
You would not be where you are if it wasn't for the people that influenced you.
Your thinking, much to your dismay, relies a lot on the company you have kept. All these years, from adolescent til your present day.
It is nothing to be ashamed about. It is actually something you should claim....proudly.
It is not easy to surround yourself with only the best.
But if you succeed, nothing in your life should be taken for granted.
Alone, you are nothing. Together you are everything.
Friends are precious. They mould you, help you, support you, teach you.
So appreciate them...for they will not always be around.
But while they are... be grateful and love them.
For love is nothing without people to love.
Namaste.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The World Today.
There is horror happening around the world today.
Earthquakes in Japan and China, ending so many lives and still suffering more each day from the many aftershocks.
The prison break in Afghanistan where over 300 Taleban members escaped.
Riots in Tibet and around the world due to the torch running for the upcoming Olympics.
Things don't seem to look so good. And it doesn't seem to be getting better.
There is still so much poverty. So much diversity and judgment but not enough love or action.
We are all too caught up in our own worlds. Our careers, our inspirations, all the things we need to do for ourselves. Even when we think we want to inspire people, we want to inspire them to hold us higher, think better of us as a 'contributor' and follow us and our beliefs.
But what is the true lesson behind it?
Are we in a position of influence? And if so, how do we use that position to help humanity? Or are we just concerned with bettering our position, just for ourselves?
And then we say we want love. A higher love. A love like no other. And yet, we cannot give unconditional love. Cannot help the needy or heal the sick. How can we give what we do not know, or have to begin with?
We make too many assumptions. Jump the gun as they say. Always on the defense, protecting our 'precious' little hearts from the wars of the world. But how can we nurture something, lead it to grow, when our roots are plunged somewhere else, in deceit and war?
Consider this dear friend, and ponder on it well.. when you get indecisive- be thankful you have the choices, when you feel backed into a corner- be thankful you are not alone in that room. When you can't choose what to pick off that menu to fill your belly, be thankful those words fill that page. When you start to judge someone...think of your 'position'.
Compassion is the greatest gift. Love is the greatest emotion. Immerse yourself in both.
Earthquakes in Japan and China, ending so many lives and still suffering more each day from the many aftershocks.
The prison break in Afghanistan where over 300 Taleban members escaped.
Riots in Tibet and around the world due to the torch running for the upcoming Olympics.
Things don't seem to look so good. And it doesn't seem to be getting better.
There is still so much poverty. So much diversity and judgment but not enough love or action.
We are all too caught up in our own worlds. Our careers, our inspirations, all the things we need to do for ourselves. Even when we think we want to inspire people, we want to inspire them to hold us higher, think better of us as a 'contributor' and follow us and our beliefs.
But what is the true lesson behind it?
Are we in a position of influence? And if so, how do we use that position to help humanity? Or are we just concerned with bettering our position, just for ourselves?
And then we say we want love. A higher love. A love like no other. And yet, we cannot give unconditional love. Cannot help the needy or heal the sick. How can we give what we do not know, or have to begin with?
We make too many assumptions. Jump the gun as they say. Always on the defense, protecting our 'precious' little hearts from the wars of the world. But how can we nurture something, lead it to grow, when our roots are plunged somewhere else, in deceit and war?
Consider this dear friend, and ponder on it well.. when you get indecisive- be thankful you have the choices, when you feel backed into a corner- be thankful you are not alone in that room. When you can't choose what to pick off that menu to fill your belly, be thankful those words fill that page. When you start to judge someone...think of your 'position'.
Compassion is the greatest gift. Love is the greatest emotion. Immerse yourself in both.
Friday, June 13, 2008
I wonder
Ever been in a situation where something consumes your mind.
One single being...in this giant universe has control over ever inch of your working brain.
No matter how you try to distract or redirect your thoughts, it comes back full circle.
It's as if the only thing you want to do is act on those impulses and demand some sort of immediate response. An answer to all those lurking questions.
Or sometimes simply to quit the superficiality. To get down to the core, then the basics.
If the energies are so in sync, then what is there to lose?
If it was meant to be, then how can it possibly fail?
Is it pride? Is it the lack of trust or the inability to be totally vulnerable? The fear of losing.
Why are we always allowing fear to stunt us? Keep us rooted in our insecurities?
Is it really that difficult to give in, give up and surrender?
Put it all out there? Give unconditionally?
Is it that weak to admit that ultimately, none of us can do it on our own?
One single being...in this giant universe has control over ever inch of your working brain.
No matter how you try to distract or redirect your thoughts, it comes back full circle.
It's as if the only thing you want to do is act on those impulses and demand some sort of immediate response. An answer to all those lurking questions.
Or sometimes simply to quit the superficiality. To get down to the core, then the basics.
If the energies are so in sync, then what is there to lose?
If it was meant to be, then how can it possibly fail?
Is it pride? Is it the lack of trust or the inability to be totally vulnerable? The fear of losing.
Why are we always allowing fear to stunt us? Keep us rooted in our insecurities?
Is it really that difficult to give in, give up and surrender?
Put it all out there? Give unconditionally?
Is it that weak to admit that ultimately, none of us can do it on our own?
Friday, June 6, 2008
Save it for Today.
It's a rainy day in Hong Kong. It has been pouring here since noon today.
My Stuart Weitzman pumps got absolutely drenched and I considered swinging by Marc Jacobs to get a pair of their gorgeous rain boots after lunch with Amanda, Sean and MeeYian. Buffet lunch at Lotus on Pottinger Street was cozily quiet and the three of us bantered away eagerly, determined to shove as much information into the conversation since we all hadn't really caught up in ages. Over desert, while stuffing our faces with Bubur Hitum, a.k.a Black rice pudding, we filled each other in on our personal lives, all the complications, the insecurities, the screw ups.. and felt so much better after (or was it the sweets? ) as we kissed each other goodbye in the rain. Careful not to poke each other with our fancy umbrellas.
I tell you walking the streets in Hong Kong is challenging enough, but when it rains...
People here walk in the shade with their umbrella open. Completely unaware of other pairs of eyes, running head on into an oncoming pedestrian and running through puddles splashing everyone within range. I scuffled as stealthy as a wet cat could through IFC to pick up my Pure membership gym card and then took the Star Ferry back to Tsim Sha Tsui.
To my surprise.. a boat ride on the Star Ferry during rainy weather is one of the most peaceful moments in Hong Kong.
Nobody on the boat is talking, except for the mainlander saying something to his wife, everyone else is either looking at the view or reading a newspaper or book. Both ways you look.. Hong Kong or Kowloon, both are pretty in their own way and there is a comforting deep humming from the engine of the boat. The weather outside rocks the waters a little but compared to typhoon time, it's a relatively smooth sail. Times like these, you remember the reason why you love this city. From the terminal to the hotel I stay at, is a quick walk and soon I am dry, relieved and relaxed.
Which brings me back to rainy days.
My rainy evening will be spent in the comfort of my home. Soon I will turn on a movie and unwind. Dinner will be ordered in.... and I will look back on my apparently gloomy day and think..
I've had a lovely rainy day.
My Stuart Weitzman pumps got absolutely drenched and I considered swinging by Marc Jacobs to get a pair of their gorgeous rain boots after lunch with Amanda, Sean and MeeYian. Buffet lunch at Lotus on Pottinger Street was cozily quiet and the three of us bantered away eagerly, determined to shove as much information into the conversation since we all hadn't really caught up in ages. Over desert, while stuffing our faces with Bubur Hitum, a.k.a Black rice pudding, we filled each other in on our personal lives, all the complications, the insecurities, the screw ups.. and felt so much better after (or was it the sweets? ) as we kissed each other goodbye in the rain. Careful not to poke each other with our fancy umbrellas.
I tell you walking the streets in Hong Kong is challenging enough, but when it rains...
People here walk in the shade with their umbrella open. Completely unaware of other pairs of eyes, running head on into an oncoming pedestrian and running through puddles splashing everyone within range. I scuffled as stealthy as a wet cat could through IFC to pick up my Pure membership gym card and then took the Star Ferry back to Tsim Sha Tsui.
To my surprise.. a boat ride on the Star Ferry during rainy weather is one of the most peaceful moments in Hong Kong.
Nobody on the boat is talking, except for the mainlander saying something to his wife, everyone else is either looking at the view or reading a newspaper or book. Both ways you look.. Hong Kong or Kowloon, both are pretty in their own way and there is a comforting deep humming from the engine of the boat. The weather outside rocks the waters a little but compared to typhoon time, it's a relatively smooth sail. Times like these, you remember the reason why you love this city. From the terminal to the hotel I stay at, is a quick walk and soon I am dry, relieved and relaxed.
Which brings me back to rainy days.
My rainy evening will be spent in the comfort of my home. Soon I will turn on a movie and unwind. Dinner will be ordered in.... and I will look back on my apparently gloomy day and think..
I've had a lovely rainy day.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
My last 24hrs in Tokyo
Dearest Puta,
Ohmygod babe, we went to Hanjiro...totally. and there was SO much to look at...i kinda went blind, felt faint and had to sit down. hahahah kidding.
then we took a nice tokyo street walk to the park..grabbed some ice cream and walked thru the forest. BRiLLIANT!
Approaching the shrine felt kind of surreal. We all took a slow peaceful walk. i so needed that. and i love that it's smack in the city centre.
praying was divine. left a note for the Gods on the wooden tree. :)
went to tokyu foodmart. went nuts with the fish, picked up snacks, lisa got HERBS, smoked salts...etc.
then she went to sleep. Migs and I went to Stormy and a few other skateboard shops...he was looking for his kicks. :P
didn't get them. but found a rocking' bag and a cap for himself then we thought we'd grab a 'small' bite but jumping into those noodles stores...you know the ones which you pay for in a vending machine outside. *holy smokes*... the portions was humongous and we over ordered the condiments (as always) so we left feeling like bloated little pigs.
then we walked the streets, saw the short, lanky, weird and funny of harajuku...god bless japan.
discovered a few neat little stores but decided to drink milk. ???
hahahah from this little stall... cold yummy jap milk, smooth. ha.
Ok ok so we got back to the hotel. I took a LOVELY shower. layed on the bed.... and sayonara cabonara. over and out.
wake up to phone ringing for migs and his interview in 5 mins ...it was morning. totally missed your call and our plans for dinner. Got a call from reception telling us politely it was time to check out.
packed like a mother fucker with dripping wet hair and knickers in a twist... still strutted tall and composed into the lobby. :) Rockstar style.
grabbed the quickest udon one-stop lunch and whizzed off to the airport.
and BOY tokyo was sad we were leaving cuz the raining was pouring and only then i actually got a quick moment to breathe.
Of course when we got to the airport...the mayhem started again.
Firstly...i think i jinxed it. i said...ok guys, i'm gonna call JAson once we clear immigrATION and we all gotta thank him yah. and they were like YEAH totally dude.. hahah whatever. ha. We headed to check in, Lisa was overweight so we had to repack there..which was kinda 'shite' but still manageable. then we had half and hour til take off. we go thru security and the woman won't let me bring all my creams, lips balms, small bottle of perfume, all less than 100ml simply because it was not a ZIPLOCK BAG. Although it was a small makeup clear bag, she refused so i had to run back out to buy some Ziplock bag, come thru security AGAIn and put the stuff all away. PHEW>
then we go thru immigration and we can hear them calling OUR NAMES on the speaker. no shit.
SO Lisa starts to run... Migs and I are kinda speed walking. :)
aND WE get there...with about a minute to burn.
The rest goes on for a while and is really interesting. :) but yeah as far as my last 24 hours in tokyo was ... it was definitely a ride.
ANd so thank you for being a doll. i SO enjoyed time with you and realized once again how much i miss you.
pls write me soon
I love you too much.
x C
Ohmygod babe, we went to Hanjiro...totally. and there was SO much to look at...i kinda went blind, felt faint and had to sit down. hahahah kidding.
then we took a nice tokyo street walk to the park..grabbed some ice cream and walked thru the forest. BRiLLIANT!
Approaching the shrine felt kind of surreal. We all took a slow peaceful walk. i so needed that. and i love that it's smack in the city centre.
praying was divine. left a note for the Gods on the wooden tree. :)
went to tokyu foodmart. went nuts with the fish, picked up snacks, lisa got HERBS, smoked salts...etc.
then she went to sleep. Migs and I went to Stormy and a few other skateboard shops...he was looking for his kicks. :P
didn't get them. but found a rocking' bag and a cap for himself then we thought we'd grab a 'small' bite but jumping into those noodles stores...you know the ones which you pay for in a vending machine outside. *holy smokes*... the portions was humongous and we over ordered the condiments (as always) so we left feeling like bloated little pigs.
then we walked the streets, saw the short, lanky, weird and funny of harajuku...god bless japan.
discovered a few neat little stores but decided to drink milk. ???
hahahah from this little stall... cold yummy jap milk, smooth. ha.
Ok ok so we got back to the hotel. I took a LOVELY shower. layed on the bed.... and sayonara cabonara. over and out.
wake up to phone ringing for migs and his interview in 5 mins ...it was morning. totally missed your call and our plans for dinner. Got a call from reception telling us politely it was time to check out.
packed like a mother fucker with dripping wet hair and knickers in a twist... still strutted tall and composed into the lobby. :) Rockstar style.
grabbed the quickest udon one-stop lunch and whizzed off to the airport.
and BOY tokyo was sad we were leaving cuz the raining was pouring and only then i actually got a quick moment to breathe.
Of course when we got to the airport...the mayhem started again.
Firstly...i think i jinxed it. i said...ok guys, i'm gonna call JAson once we clear immigrATION and we all gotta thank him yah. and they were like YEAH totally dude.. hahah whatever. ha. We headed to check in, Lisa was overweight so we had to repack there..which was kinda 'shite' but still manageable. then we had half and hour til take off. we go thru security and the woman won't let me bring all my creams, lips balms, small bottle of perfume, all less than 100ml simply because it was not a ZIPLOCK BAG. Although it was a small makeup clear bag, she refused so i had to run back out to buy some Ziplock bag, come thru security AGAIn and put the stuff all away. PHEW>
then we go thru immigration and we can hear them calling OUR NAMES on the speaker. no shit.
SO Lisa starts to run... Migs and I are kinda speed walking. :)
aND WE get there...with about a minute to burn.
The rest goes on for a while and is really interesting. :) but yeah as far as my last 24 hours in tokyo was ... it was definitely a ride.
ANd so thank you for being a doll. i SO enjoyed time with you and realized once again how much i miss you.
pls write me soon
I love you too much.
x C
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