my F1 experience.

Omigosh, I just had an unbelievable Sunday.
For my 1st ever F1 experience, I was invited to be guest of RightClicka Music and the Ferrari team.
I arrived at the Paddock Club about 4pm and walked around the village and marveled at the cars, the equipment, the mechanics, the quaint strips of 'al fresco' style booth line ups where gorgeous people sit and sip coffee.
The club suites are spread out between 3 floors and each floor, housing at least 15 suites accommodating to guests of Porsche, Ferrari, BMW, whom include people from the media, the entertainment industry, the creatives, outgoing entrepreneurs, fancy socialites, public relations people etc etc.
We are security checked, tagged :) and escorted to our "Club Suite box" which seems like a real pain to walk to but has the sickest view of the pits and start point. We see the Grand Stand ticket holders across from us, as we are parked right amongst it, with the actual racing cars prepping for the night, right beneath our dancing feet and free flow of drinks.
I go for a walk down to the pits and take some pictures on the track. I giggle like a little girl and stare wide-eyed at this incredible sight. I notice two Backstreet Boys taking pictures with the Ferrari and I wait my turn to get one.
It's 15 mins to race and I need to get back up to the cozy red plushy couches of the mscape lounge where the dj has on some groovy tunes, champagne is free flowing and there's a sashimi chef serving up sushi and other delicacies.
As I walk into the lounge, I see Carl Cox on my right and John Digweed sitting next to him.
Everyone's in a good mood and standing by the glass window waiting for the OK GO!
I plug in my ear plugs and stand by.
RACE ON.
After about ten laps or more, I walked toward the jetty right by the Singapore Flyer, which allowed me to enjoy more corners and close ups of the cars. Wow, those engines are powerful. And once again I stress, it is LOUD.
"Molly", comes to pick us up from dock to take us back to the Carpe Diem and Oriental Dream tied up together. Now I am watching the race from a yacht anchored in the marina barrage.
Wow... what a blessing.
Last few laps, Hamilton in the lead. Wow.... won it by a mile. Congrats Hamilton.
Back on the BOAT, my friends are all here and we sit and chat and eat on the fly bridge and cheers to a fun-filled day.
We look up at the Moon, shining there so proudly and lovely and thank our lucky stars.
What a fabulous Grand Prix Formula One Singapore experience!

Woooooot Woooooot... or is it Bruuuummmm Brrrrrruuuummmmmm now?

Within and without

I always feel nervous after interviews with journalists.
I hope they write a gracious article and I hope they quote me accurately.
When I am free to express myself through my own words, I have clarity to answer my own questions at my own time.
Sometimes when you are trying to convey a message, it can often be misunderstood, or misquoted.
We often want to believe that the Press are the people's watchdog.
That they have our best interest at heart.
We hope and believe they want to tell us the truth, from an unbiased perspective so we may judge for ourselves.
But we all know, shamefully, that malice and gossip and viciousness is what gets the better of our attention.
We want to know the dirt. We find excitement in the hostile.
Many of us believe, and probably rightfully so, that none of us can live on love and fresh air.
But none of us have to live in poverty or shame or hunger either.
We do not need to suffer to succeed.
It is not a universal or divine law that we have to go through some kind of turmoil to reap the benefits and emerge triumphant.
The Universe is 'way' abundant.
We bring forth what we give out. And we can all give out goodness.
In every day things, in the way you look at the person next to you on the MRT, or the person you jog pass on your night runs, :) It could be smiling at every elderly person you see, or simply opening the door for someone.
Interacting with society and talking to one another with respect.
People are so interesting when they are happy. They send out all this joyous energy.

I think the only 'entrapment' the media in Singapore should be doing is the comedy central stuff. "Just for laughs" is a great reflection of how jovial Canadians are and pranks like that always brings out the true nature of those happy people. Even some of the Japanese skits they do now. Wow those people really give new meaning to the term..."It's all good" while it laughing off.
Look, I am not suggesting productions go "Jackass" scare Singaporeans all around the island.
What I am saying is...
Let's document and represent a Happy Singapore with original Singaporeans.
A garden city where the heartland is nurturing and cultured.
Support our roots and celebrate our 'Uniqueness' as our banner says but do it whole-heartedly. Believe that our country, though small in size on the map of the world, is proud of it's home bred, love it's local talent, embrace their deep rooted beliefs but share them with those who come.

We cannot get the world to notice us if we ourselves do not notice what is within.