Malaysia Boleh, Maxout

I keep putting off my blogging. I don't know why. Paul has told me time and again to jot down all my adventures...since he reckons I have so many.
Well this week, I will do so regularly. I don't want to force any resolutions on myself but I think documenting my 'exciting' life has benefits.
When I am old and grey and want to tell my grandkids stories, I will be able to read it to them even if my memory no longer serves me.
Anyways...
Last weekend, my friends at MaxOut Hydrosports and I took the speed boat over to Putri Harbour in JB for a suss out of the new neighboring marina and wakeboard the flat waters of the nearby swamps.
Firstly, let me say that although I spend a lot of time boating and most of my close friends are well into water sports, I would always watch them in awe and seldom got off my ass to try my hand (or legs) at it. In the decade I've hung out with this same group, I have only ever tried wakeboarding 4 or 5 times.
So, when we got to the strip perfect for wake skating, I just had to give it a go.
Maybe it was the vibe, or the sun shining brightly down on me and my body feeling good from all those intense classes of yoga, I went for it. And even threw in a few 180 turns. Wooohoooo. :)

After everyone of us had a session, we headed to the Seafood Kelong to feast on seafood. We had it all.... clams, crab, prawns, fish, sotong, veggie, lor mee and rice. Topped with ice cold Beer.
Slurp. I know now, that if we weren't so greedy and didn't stuff ourselves so silly, we could have easily gone back to board a 2nd set.
But sunset was approaching and we wanted to head back to Singapore Raffles Marina to stew in their lovely jacuzzi to relax our muscles.
And what a pretty sunset it was. Almost like a cherry topping on an awesome Sundae. No pun intented since it was a Saturday. :)
To check out pictures... check out MaxOut Hydrosports Pte Ltd online or join their FB page.
Pictures under the Malaysia Boleh album.
U gotta seeeeeee.....

all living beings.

There never seems to be something current enough to write about.
So much happens these days, and so quickly, it's almost like we all can't keep up with one another.
I know my blog is mostly text. No eye catching pictures of skimpily dressed women or snaps of lovely landscapes although I sure as hell see a lot of both almost every day of my life.
I guess to me, the written word is just somehow less misleading.
The photographs often capture the fun, adventurous side of my me, and has reflected my career for a large part of my life.
So I guess my blogs share a deeper side of me, words that express my thoughts and emotions.
I have been painting lately, creating mandalas with my girlfriends and getting lost in seas of color.
I watched an elephant paint on youtube today and it brought me to tears.
With every stroke it painted, I laughed in awe as tears ran down my cheeks.
I felt the elephant's emotions and determination.
It made me think about what other capabilities animals had and how little of it they convey to us.
Do we underestimate their potential? Limit their blossoming with our narrow minds?
My 11-yr old schnauzer speaks to me. When I bring out my suitcase before a trip, Gizmo sits in the corner of the room to sulk while I pack. And as if to say, "take me with you"... he climbs into my open suitcase to sleep the night before I am scheduled to leave.
Other times, while I am hanging the washing or doing the dishes, he will position himself in good view of me to give me an approving nod when I am done.
No doubt the most painful is when I leave the house everyday and he sits at the front door with those pleading look in his eyes. It breaks my heart every time.
So maybe I am a total softy. And a sucker for needy behavior but the truth of the matter is...
To you, your Pet is a companion. To them, you are everything.

So here I am getting mushy about my doggy.
Somehow in my world at the moment, my Gizmo is pretty damn high up there.
I always feel like I never give him enough and he keeps on wagging his gorgeous little tail at me all the times that matter.

I guess these are the things I like to write about. Current matters in my world. And although I know it compares nothing to all the other important world issues, it is still my word. And my documentation on my way through life.
I write for myself, my creativity, my hopes and dreams.
And what I wish for is to relate and heal and inspire.
Get the word out that we must not put limitations on ourselves and always make the effort to see the deeper side of things. The unspoken, the undiscovered.
We have so much more of our minds to use, to develop our instincts, to uncover our soul purpose. Magic is not unfathomable but relies highly on feel and trust.
To say us, Humans are incapable of learning from Nature and Animals is putting a mental block on our minds. Stifling our very own evolution.
We need to be more aware, of ALL living things around us and sense their messages.
Mother Nature speaks, we have only to listen.

i feel strange

I am in a strange space.
I do not feel disappointment in myself but I am questioning why I am in this predicament again.
I thought I had it figured out. I thought I took my precautions already.
Yes I know you cannot plan Life and you can never really predict how things turn out but I thought I was a good judge of character and I could see past the bullshit.
I just can't help but think....how many times do I need to stumble over assholes and get trampled on by dickheads to emerge victorious with a Hero?
Do men these days really enjoy being mediocre and dating shallow rag dolls?
If so, my future is bleak.
I just find it sad that in this day and age, women are still allowing their partners to call the shots while they do all the work. Sort out the laundry, nurture the relationship, handle the finances, organize the outings, stay in touch with the families.
If a MAN wants to enjoy the perks of a partnership, shouldn't he be able to provide well for himself as well as his significant other?

It's so predictable. When the sex is abundant, the tolerance is limitless.
And MEN still don't get it...
Woman like their Men to take charge, sort shit out and make it look EASY! That is SEXY!
A Man who has his stuff sorted out, in his own time, and done incognito.
Not flashed and discussed to every Tom, Dick & Harry, heeding advice from acquaintances and airing dirty laundry.

It truly baffles me. A man is so protective of his Ego but where is his Pride?
Isn't it just as important to earn respect and admiration? Doesn't it feel good to be relied upon and looked up to? Doesn't the sex feel more rewarding if it is offered instead of claimed?
Why do the same questions and problems keep arising if there is genuine effort made to change it? Are men truly incapable of selfless acts of concern?

Maybe I am just sick and grumpy and this flu bug has gotten the best of me or I could be pms'ing which is the most commonly used excuse for bitchy behavior although truthfully, I know I started this blog frustrated and have finished it more confused than before.

I don't often feel this challenged and I keep reminding myself to look for the lesson in it.
And I pray it comes clear soon.

Ma Gals!

I realize that I have hardly shared much pictures on my blogspot but all that will change now considering I just scored a Canon 500D from my dearest friends for my birthday.
My good old Faithful Ixus 65 is taking a much needed break and in it's honor, I am sharing some great pics shot by it.
Pls take it away for the tribute to my Girlfriends....




The shot above is of Valerie and I at the Ivy in NYC drinking Pineapple martinis. I was pickled silly.



This picture was taken in LA at the Beverly Hills hotel Feb 2008 where Maggie, Sean and I gossiped and chatted over Bellinis all evening. Yum. Burp.

This hilarious shot was taken when Erika threw a Mad Hatter's Birthday party for her Hubby, Micheal and we all got to put on the Head Gear and picture ourselves at Burning Man. :)

Well there you have it. I would add more pics but am kind of confused with the photo layout system at the mo. But watch this space for more eye candy.

Bloomday Blues?

Omygosh it's that time of year again. The week before my birthday.
And before I look through my blog to see what I wrote the past few years during this period,
I can already sense the nerves.
It's crazy. A part of me knows that time is man-made and yes a birthday celebrates the day One comes into this realm or dimension but ultimately, it is the intensity I feel, in the natural forces of the Universe that make it clear that year after year, cycle after cycle, this whole period is of a fragile one.
My soul feels vulnerable.
I start to question my existence and how much I have contributed to the scales.
I weigh my connections and review promises I made to myself, every birthday before.
I wonder if anyone would ever really accept and understand all these wacky cycles of mine.

The rituals I do for myself, remind me of my own achievements, my own code and my direction.
I do not indulge myself just for the fun of. In fact, quite the opposite.

Gatherings like Burning Man or WoMad music festivals celebrate that Mighty Energy of many beings all rejoicing, which is powerful.
But birthday gatherings, I have come to discover, are opportunities to surround yourself with a very encouraging and nurturing energy as the lessons are personal and the joys, very close to the Heart.

So my birthday wish this year is not just for me but for my Loved Ones and family.
I wish for Inspiration and Abundance, Passion and Joyous Energy, Faith and Blessings.
May we trust that the bad times are for purging and detoxification so when the rainbow appears, Golden Light will come pouring in.
So be It.

C

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.