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Posted by on April 27, 2012 in Photography, Travel

 

(TONS OF) Picture(s) Walk – A Day in Holland: Thai, Wine…and DUTCH SHIT. he he

HA HA
Just as I was gonna say I don’t know what this is???
There you go. In plain English.
((Gas & Water))

Dunno. It called to me and said, “Take my picture!”
So I obliged…as always.

Too cute. Had to ask the owners for a picture.
THIS my dear friends, is what they refer to as the “Bentley” face.
At least, that’s what they called it when my mom was buying her teacup yorkie.
$$$
These people looked more “sane” though and most likely just happened to get one of the most
adorable doggiesย on the planet without paying the price of a kidney.
๐Ÿ™‚

My soupie fav. Tom Kha Gai.
Restaurant: Khan Thoong.

Saw this off in the distance and had to walk up and snap it.

A little starter treat the restaurant serves once you’re seated.
It changes.
I love it. Great touch…plus, gets you EATING ASAP!
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Dessert. I wanted to try peanuts…
but, I think this was pieces of caramel instead.
OH well.

COMPLIMENTARY glass of wine from Sue.
A waitress I started a convo with last time I was at the restaurant.
Awwwweeeee. I’m so SPWECIAL!
She came up to the table and was like, “This one me, and here’s your bottle.”
I thought homegirl was gonna DRINK with me.
LOL
((We got things clarified, and I thanked her accordingly.))

Escapes into solidarity, wine and self-reflection are a VERY GREAT “pairing”
even though it’s more than 2 elements.
((I was trying to stay within the “wine” theme))
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I never have Benzir Bhutto far away when I’m on my solo wanderings.
This pic has elements of VERY special meanings.
I noticed this while I re-read something I underlined, which says:
“It is so much easier to blame others for our problems than to accept responsibility ourselves.”
I love this women. Too bad she was assassinated, making ever meeting her
quite HIGH on the difficult scale.
The pen has Frida Kahlo on it and was given to me by my VERY dear and
AMAZING friend Erika.
This year, DRAGONS have a very special meaning…so everything combined just had to be
captured.

People at restaurants must take me for crazy…OK, fine. Everyone who meets me.
FINE FINE FINE.
I love getting lost in things that capture my eye until I’ve snapped it JUST RIGHT.
(Even if it’s not right to you, it is to me. So, **STICKING OUT TONGUE** making a “HMMM” simultaneously.)

Looked down at the railing while walking over the canal and wanted to photograph it somehow.
And here you go.


Captured this, because it was the first signs of spring.
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I looked and was like “AHA! LIFE!”

A lock on a railing a few minutes away from the hotel.

And there you go.
Catching up with my pics.
Still have a few more entries…

however, jumping over to the airport and then Amsterdam for the night.
And ummmmmmm…

Need to leave, like

NOW!

Thanks for stopping by.
XOXOXOXO

Oh yeah, I must admit. I’m slightly impressed at how the pics came out.
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I’m my worst critic, but sometimes, I manage to actually pat myself on the back.
**patting**

 

Happy Birthday to the BEST DADDY EVER!!!!!!!!!

There are mugs and merchandise that read: “#1 Dad.”
I really don’t know why.
Cuz, everyone’s dad, isn’t mine? So, why would they have the need to buy a lie for a gift?
๐Ÿ˜€

Me? Biased, no!
Actually though, not fluffin’ shit up or anything, my dad is amazing.
He is an upstanding person. His reputation speaks for itself.
You don’t even have to know him, to know, he’s one of the greatest.
When my friend Rick (before I knew him) visited the Bahamas on business, people bombarded him
with praise about “Louis Chan.” He was so curious as to WHO this man is…
WHO is this person, who so many from all different walks of life hold in such high regard?

I am almost everything my dad, mainly in heart and principles…his deep devotion to the Catholic Church?
**BLAH**
Not so much.

I fight to hold back tears as I write this entry.
(Major fail, by the way)
As I worked on the pics, even worse.
Where does the time go?
How’d it go from this…?

To the present?
32 years is a long fucking time, but where is it?
Within the recent years, I’ve been trying to make up for lost time, but it’s not the same.
I really wish I could get some time back, somehow, but I know I can’t and that kinda sucks.
I don’t feel like we’ve had enough TRUE time.
I don’t know how to explain that description…but, our “youths” were lost, apart. I guess you can say.
My parents were too occupied with their businesses and social obligations when I was younger…
then, I went off to boarding school and afterwards got lost in the world.
I have only recently come back and to the realization of, “FUCK. My dad’s in his 60s!”
Both him and my mom still look so young, so that’s the deception in it all.
Being asian, on TOP of hair dye.
(Shhhhhhh. Don’t tell ’em I told you.)

Seriously though…I always tell them, if they’d allow their hair to grey, I’d be
“gentler” on them.
Meaning, I would be able to see their age and most likely appreciate our time MORE.
Strange how appearances can effect our approach. No?

If my parents had grey hair, OMG. I’d freak because “reality” would reveal itself
and I’d be reminded of their fragility and depleting time.

This is one of my favorite pictures of my parents.
It makes me smile.

When I look at younger pics of me, I feel a sadness.
Sadness because I look at a picture of a girl, who grew up too fast?
Who’s childhood I can hardly remember.
A picture of someone who’s missing GAPS in her life.
It’s like I went from 13 to 32. Where’d I go?
(I wish I wrote this LAST year, then it’d be 13 to 31. Symmetrical and following my
“13” theme this year)
๐Ÿ˜›
I also see the sadnessย in what my parents must see/feel.
I know I’m not what they saw in me…
or thought me to become
and I feel bad for them.

It’s like I killed their hopes and dreams of whatever they wanted me to be
by being me.

I am such an accomplishment in so many eyes, but in my parents’…especially my mother’s
I feel like a disastrous mistake and disappointment.

Maybe that’s why I don’t take praise well, or accept it at all
because there are only 2 people in existence who’s opinions I care about.
I gotta be ME though, ya know?
And I know “ME” ain’t so bad, so I’m not changing just because they were “programmed” in their
own views of what’s “GOOD” and worthy of praise.

Acceptance doesn’t take away the sadness/emptiness though.

Our humor’s pretty much spot on too.
๐Ÿ˜€
I got lost in the world, then absorbed in the fast life, afterwards I got sucked into “love”
other times arrested by drugs, then there’s my “save the world” obsessions…
when the world I should be concentrating on, has a population of 3.
My parents and I.

It’s weird though, life. It’s like a race against time to fit everything in, yet
have the time to treasure the most important in it.
And sometimes we get so focused, or lost, that we don’t see the gifts
we are presented…that were always there to reach for.

The Chan’s, including extended family, have always been about “hard work”
and “education.” I’ve always been about happiness, smiles, love and play.
๐Ÿ™‚

Nothing much has changed today. I feel, life’s too depressing as is, might as well
sprinkle as many sparkly moments as possible.
I make “fun” money, not “slave” money. For the most part, I always look for fun ways or
enrichingly challenging ways to make money.

With the projects I get into…
CASH is usually ALWAYS the smallest reward I get out of it.

I’m not motivated by cash, I’m motivated by experiences and results.

Yesterday, I was planning on heading down to Kenya and then South Africa for June/July
after I finish up with Europe…however, I think it’s time to go home again.
If the world vanished and all I was left with, was my mom and dad, I’d be fine.
If my parents vanished and I was left with the world…

I’d be destroyed.
So home I go. All my tickets and hotels have already been booked from Estonia down to Turkey
and back here to Amsterdam…
if it wasn’t for that, I’d already be home, celebrating with my dad.

Travel has been both a blessing and curse.
It’s shown me “reality” instead of fabrications and has kept my mind and heart
open to all.

But, has taken away a lot of time from those I love the most.
I have so many around the world in my heart but in the end, my parents are my top…
and I need to keep reminding myself of it, as I get sidetracked into “the rest.”

I LOVE YOU DAD!!!!!
See you SOON!
xoxoxo

Pics below, thanks to David Mackey.
Facebook has been awesome in that it helps me keep tabs and see what my parents are up to.
๐Ÿ˜€
I love seeing pics of them both. MOST are just of my mom out partying…
But, the ones where my parents are together and enjoying life…
I love the most.
(Just FYI friends, snap away for me please!!!)

When I look at this picture, all I want to do is JUMP in it and give my daddy a great big, strong hug.

This pic, also David Mackey’s caught my attention.
Look how the guy’s stare just beelines the crotch.
LOL

Right, ta ta for now.
Enjoy your Tuesday…………

David Mackey’s website:
http://www.thebahamasweekly.com/

 
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Posted by on April 17, 2012 in Death, Family, Life, Love, Motorcycles, Photography, Pictures, Travel

 

I Have…Returned! Cool motorcycles, automotive pre-war eye-candy, Turkish hot sauce, alcohol, alcohol and MORE alcohol.

I took the day off yesterday (from blog-world – couldn’t be arsed)
like a Romanian on their Orthodox Easter Sunday.
๐Ÿ˜›
(Many Orthodox churches base their Easter date on the Julian calendar)

Do these easter egg painting skillz make you feel inferior?

My friend Mark spotted this lovely beast when he went out for dinner the other night…
Nice, huh?
(Apparently the “lady” friend of the guy who owns this bike, is rather on the yum side.)
I dunno why he tells me that and doesn’t bring her to me?
(Quality “help” is a rarity nowadays)

Ran out of Tabasco, jumped into the Turkish market and picked this up.
Can’t put anything in my mouth without PEPPER!!!!!
๐Ÿ˜›

My lil Dragominator took this at the Second Saturday arts thingy in Sacramento, CA.
Sweet pic. I made a few tweeks. Didn’t really need it but I thought I’d have some
fun with it since I also changed the name of the brand.
๐Ÿ™‚
She said this: “Yeah I love how the colors came out. I could just eat that one in front. It looks like chocolate”
Did you KNOW that C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E
has the same amount of letters as: C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T?
Sweet, huh?
๐Ÿ˜€

Passed White’s today while going into Rotterdam.
It’s an upscale, LIKE UP-FUCKIN-SCALE brothel. If I remember the convo correctly, it’s $300
JUST to enter…
I talked to someone about it last year sometime. Their company takes clients there to “seal” deals.
Their “tab” went upwards to $30,000 one time.
(And THAT number MAY have been in Euros, not USD. I can’t remember now)
Link to site will be at the end of this entry. You’ll wanna check it out.

2 of the many, MANY glasses of port last night.

Cheersing to my dessert.
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Sweetie pie JoJo. Such a cutie.
Someone gave me a port in the wrong glass. Ummmm…the word “JIPPED” comes to mind?

Just plonkin’ around…as always.
Switched to white cuz we drank them out of red.
๐Ÿ˜›

Think I should give some of these key cards back?

See the plastic thingy that’s holding the lemon?
I think that’s one of the saddest and most wasteful inventions.
It’s used for like, what? The time it takes a waitress/bartender to deliver a drink?
And then possibly a few minutes thereafter then gets thrown away?
Wow.

One of the many buildings I appreciate in Rotterdam.
The green lights sporadically shift all over the building.
You know me… “LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTSSSSSS!” Thank GOD I’m not a moth. I’d be dead by now.

Boohooooo. Cloudy day filled with bursts of drizzles. Oh Holland.

Went for a walk the other day and spotted this poster. It reminded me of my friend in NYC.
Whatchu think girl? C’mon. Kyant say dat ain’t you! <– Sorry, I went Bahamian for some reason.

This is only a sample. I’m so behind on the adventures.
Will put more pic stuff up tomorrow. TRUST me, you don’t wanna miss what happened this weekend!
Let’s just say it involves…a buncha nudity, getting oiled up by a cutie named Kimberly,
great food, Colombians and back injuries.
(May or MAY NOT be in the same order)

My little leave of absence has something to do in terms of my personal mental
journeys into solitude which in turn will change the “flow” and approach
of this blog.

I hope you enjoy the evolution!!!

XOXOXOX

Forgot to give you the link on the first upload. WHOOOPS.
White’s: http://www.coolveste.com

 

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Just BE the Buddha……..Footsteps of a Murderer and WHIPPED CREAM. Mmmmmmmmm.

Yeah so……..that “DETOX” thing.
It took a little detour last night. For GOOD reason though!
Had to go out and celebrate my new inspired project. It has to do with the 13 Eastern European
countries I have planned starting in May.
However, in between I may add MORE…cuz it’d work well with the rockingly SWEET idea I have in my head.
I was on a high for like 3 hours. So psyched. Couldn’t stand still. Can’t wait to start planning it.

Answer is NO.
You’ll just have to wait and see.
I imagine it to be finished some time in July/August…depending on how many countries and cities I
decide to include.

** Work in Progress…stay tuned! You’re gonna wanna! TRUST ME!!!! **

Headed out for Thai, again.
I can basically hit 3 restaurants now, between Schiedam and Rotterdam…
2 Thai 1 Italian
WITH my earphones in (if I’m alone)
and have my drink and meal all decided without saying a word.
I love it.

Little shriny thing at the entrance.
(sorry, iPod pics)

This is MY kinda Buddha.
Buddy’s chillin and lookin’ out the window.
Buddha-life. Observe and chill.
Take notes.

After a beer for the car ride and about 4-5 glasses of wine I was like, Hmmmmm.
I should get a bottle, huh?
(I don’t remember what the waitress said, but it was along the lines of…
“You drink fast and much!”
Just because I was on my 3rd while everyone was nursing their 1st.
Psssht.

And yes. bottle ALL mine.
(That MIGHT explain the headache today.)

2-in-1 cappuccino. 1st one didn’t cut it.
Willem hooked it up for me.
This hotel makes me feel so special and loved.
(Well, except when my room’s cleaned and I’m missing things…)
And yes, they satisfy my slagroom (whipped cream) desires quite well, as you can see.

Went for a walk the other day and spotted this “horrific” explosion of feathers.
??????
You’d think I’d find a carcass of a bird WHACKED by a car…
however, couldn’t find it.
No body, no crime?

Why? Why is this done? Does anyone know?
If you have a PUBLIC video…why block out different parts of the world?
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Also got to use the night to meet up with my “brother” Anthony (as a last drink before he head’s off
to the Bahamas)
who gave me a jacketย he wore, that I liked the other night.
๐Ÿ™‚

I failed to calculate our difference in size.
LOL

Going to see if I can get it altered tomorrow.
Thank you Anthony.
LOVE YOU and SAFE travels!!!!!!!!!!

xoxoxox

 

2012 – MOTOGP VIP VILLAGE, Who’s in?!?! ASSEN, Netherlands. Not ASSTOMOUTH. :P

Let’s fuckin’ do this.
I wanna buy tickets, like, YESTERDAY. So please…anyone IN, let me know!!!!!!
Link to brochure at bottom of entry.

http://vipvillage.motogp.com/docs/VIP_Brochure_2012.pdf

 

My Heartstrings in Holland…………………

Went out for some of the most ORGASMIC Thai I’ve had this trip.
http://www.khan-thoong.nl/
Third time eating there…it’s a flip depending on day between THERE and See You See Me.
But KHAN THOONG doesn’t have one of my favorite Holland additions.
Nathalie.
๐Ÿ™‚

However, it IS closer…so, sometimes I have to “cheat” on her.
Sorry baby!!!!!

Here are some of my boys trying ta get a parking ticket.
PAIN in the ASS. I hate these things.
Seriously, after being here for so long…I SOOOOOO MISS Florida and “normal” parking lots!
Park and eat.
Park and shop.
Simple. Not this DRAMA.

Bill to the rescue. True European blood workin’ the machine.

My BOYZZZZZZZZZZZ.
See the heart. I LOVE THIS MAN. One of my SEXY Scottsman.

Another two of my favs.
Mark and Anthony.
HA HA
Indy, this is for YOU. Get it?
MARK……..ANTHONY?!?!?!?
๐Ÿ˜›
I just couldn’t. Needed to snap the pic for that joke, alone.
(My Marc Anthony and Pitbull FANATIC!)

Last but not least…my PET TERMINATOR!!!!!!!
ROCK IT RICK!
This guy’s got my back. Still wanna mess with me???
๐Ÿ˜€

Et voilร . For you my dear. Hope you like.

Twas crazy sweet doing this entry.
These guys truly make my heart smile. So, looking at pics and thinking about them…
makes me ultra happy having them in my life.

**KISSES to MY Heartstrings**

XOXOXOXOX

My life, is amazing…because it rains these special treats upon me, throughout my
journeys. LUCK has nothing to do with it.
Take my lead. Let me show you the way.

๐Ÿ˜‰

I’m tellin’ ya. I’m the voice of reason. Just shut up…listen…and OBEY!
Really.
You’re in good hands.

(I have references. Hundreds of ’em. Maybe even thousands.)
๐Ÿ˜›

 

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