The Edgy Dreamer

Hi, I already forgot my password for this site, how lame!

I will be posting @ http://edgy1.wordpress.com/ from now on…why? It’s easier on the eyes : ) and I can import pics and videos easier and that alone makes it worth it.

See you there!

http://edgy1.wordpress.com/

About yesterday’s comments: David, thanks for the tip re: SETI’s ability to constantly crash your PC, I won’t do it…besides Al, you make a fine point, I think our government and SETI would not give us any info on ‘aliens’ no matter what they find out or track using your computers processing capabilities…which leads me to…it was Michelle’s site and Tao groups alien interaction that I was having fun with.

Check it out @ http://michellemoquin.wordpress.com/

In order to fully regain my mojo, according to Al’s ‘recipe’ - something had to be done about my font and it’s size, contrast, etc…and well, I tried sorting it out here but to no avail. So, I’ve decided to just blog at a new site, it’s testing today and until I figure out how to down load music it also will frustrate me. However, I can download youtube videos and pictures easily and the font and design are basic and straightforward, better to read my words by…not to mention the full on saving of my MOJO!!

Please tell me what you think of ‘The Edgy 1′ site: The Edgy Dreamer - Part Duex!

Check it out @: http://edgy1.wordpress.com/ - there’s a youtube video w/Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kuchter about ‘cougars’ and their ‘cubs’ - and BTW peeps, it’s just for laughs, it is not reflective in any way of my life, my future intentions, or anything else : )

Carpe diem!

I was doing my usual Google search of ‘volunteer’ causes, I give my time and money to several orgs, but I’m always looking for another that truly tugs at me.

I ran into this…it was an article about SETI called ‘The Challenge,’ apparently they are looking for use of personal computers linked via the internet to run a ’screen saver’ to shoulder some of the processing burden. Here’s an article excerpt…

‘…SETI, or the Search for Extraterrestrial Intelligence, is a scientific effort aimed at determining if there is intelligent life in the universe beyond Earth. With your own computer and Internet connection, you can help SETI scientists around the world in their efforts to answer this age-old question.

Since its founding in 1999, the SETI@home effort has not found anything conclusive, but a promising signal, dubbed “Radio source SHGb02+14a,” was uncovered in September 2004. Just think: When the next “call from E.T.” comes in, it might be your computer that finds it!…’

For much more info: http://charityguide.org/volunteer/fifteen/seti.htm

If your interested in hearing from and about aliens, asking them questions, etc… tune into this blog (yes, a blog where aliens check in on their cattle!) - listen, it may not be the ET gang or radio signal SETI material it is interesting as hell!

Check it @: http://michellemoquin.wordpress.com/

YOU decide if its real or not…

Have an ‘out of this world’ day ; )

Oh man, I got taken in the other day by the trainer who couldn’t believe my age…he offered 3 free sessions and I said OK, he could get over being astounded about my number on his own time. I’ll take all the help I can get in the health dept (or at this time any department including the mojo dept, though Al’s remedy could work as soon as I change this damn font sitch!)

So, after a nice long rap about my eating habits (he pronounced them ‘better than average’) and my workout habits (3-4x’s a week, lame as they are sometimes, I get my ass there and again he pronounced this all good) and my expectations (which once again left him ‘breathless’ in their ‘realistic-ness’ is that a word?) which were to take off only the 2 kilos I gained while recently traveling, due to good food and less time working out I gained the kinder sounding 2 ‘kees’ - my other expectation? To have tighter triceps/biceps, and feel exactly the same for many years, which is a helluva lot less than the ‘number’ attached to my being i.e. my actual age. I told him what I’d tell anyone, I’m 5′10″ 150 lbs (sans the 2 kees) and to wear a US size 8-10 IS and SHOULD be considered normal, good even…!

Your curious what that actual age number is now aren’t you now…listen to me, I’m ok at any age truly but when I close my eyes I am still about 28-30 in attititude, call me immature if you want but I was one exceptional and open-minded 28 year old, so now, I’m just more exceptional in all ways : )

All that working out has kicked off the goofy endorphin thing (Flipper, Al) but couldn’t I just get a Catholic priest to exORcise my ass off?!

Exercise: it’s a commitment, but I’m worth it : )

Yesterday’s commentor, AL I think? Thanks for the ‘mojo’ fix, I’m going to try it, I have everything you mentioned right at my disposal except the part about changing my font/contrast on this blog, I am computer challenged but I hate the contrast/font also. I will ‘get on it’ and fix it up asap!!

Now, about today’s entry : )

As I walked through Mezza 9 last week in Singapore looking for a pal, two men stopped me and asked if was ‘American.’ I said, ‘Now that depends…how do you feel about Americans in general? I’m not up for a fight about GWB right now, you know, I’m just looking for a pal.’ Mr . Man introduced himself as the CEO of Harry’s Bars, very popular and well-traveled supposedly ‘American’ watering holes, there’s 35 of them in Singapore; on an 18 mile island, that’s quite a few.

He said, ‘my friend here heard your accent when he walked by your table. He’d like to know if you like Obama.’

‘I do very much,’ I said.

The other man spoke, ‘I am very concerned that you will vote for him like many others in the US who want change, I fear for his life as a non-white male should he be elected. Do you not feel this way?’

I said, ‘I understand your concern, but understand this: if ANYTHING happens to Obama, even a road accident he caused, and that man dies, there will be rioting in the US and I would suspect worldwide like you have never seen or heard of before. In fact, if there’s suspicion re: the election and he does not win even though all indicators show he could’ve, would’ve and SHOULD have, there will be a scene like you never heard of or have experienced before. So, I will place my vote, hope for real change and hope that all seriously greedy white males get their just deserts.’

All went quiet for a moment…

One Indian man, the CEO and the Singaporean Malay man with him just looked at me and said, ‘Well, amen to that. I hope you are correct. Can we buy you a drink?’

‘Gotta run’ I responded.

Today I also ‘gotta run’ - have a groovin’ day!

Wild thing, bambambam, you make my heart sing…

Wild thing!! Youuuu make everythiiinnnggg groovyyyy…

Ok, it’s not much as far as personal theme songs go but I heard it last night and I guess when I talk about my ’mojo’ I mean exactly that: my edge, my life force, that inner thing that motivates me to forge ahead and be that ‘Wild thang…’ so I can make my own heart as well as others’ hearts - sing - and make, you know, everything um groovy. No?

You’d rather the Webster’s definition: 1. a magic amulet or charm (I have that, it’s internal, that’s what I’m trying to explain here) 2. an amulet worn by adherents to hoodoo or voodoo (hmm, I’ve been wearing a necklace with my name in Chinese characters, Li-Li-Ahn, maybe I should ‘lose it’ and try another ‘amulet’) 3. personal magnetism (oh please, edgy by any other name is still edgy)

I’ll just say this, It’s tough to be edgy, keep thriving everyday when your life force is achingly low, the gym helped elevate my mood-doo (kind of like voodoo only it means mood of shit if you didn’t figure that out) with some endorphin activity. And a new trainer questioning me about my workout routine said he thought I was ten years younger. Nice touch, but I know a ’sale’ when I see one, NOT that I’m negating his assessment, mind you : ) but people, I am looking for FULL MOJO REDEMPTION here! It always came to me so easily, so painlessly in the past, what happened?  Maybe that’s why I’m feeling lost…

I’m open to suggestions for regaining my mojo, will somebody please help me?!   

On my last night in Singapore…oh, before I begin, I must say I am feeling totally uninspired since returning, I could blame jet lag but nah, it’s something else…I guess that’s my disclaimer in case my story doesn’t amuse you at all.

A group of my old pals, neighborhood peeps and others met at Mezza 9, a clever name for a mezzanine bar trying to attract a hip and sophisticated Happy Hour crowd. It’s located in the Grand Hyatt on Scotts and Orchard Rds in Singapore, a nice center town location. We drank martinis in a variety of flavors until the time for going home or dancing came upon us…

Downstairs, basement level that is, is a dance club, mostly frequented by local and out of town Western men with a leaning towards finding a ‘working woman’ a thought we found funny, so of course we entered the place. It was busy busy, we found out the USS Lincoln was in town, the US navy was out and looking to ’swab the deck.’ Several were hanging onto the backs of chairs occupied by the working women, possibly sorting the monetary details of the ‘affair,’ we imagined.

You’d of thought as a group of Western women that we’d arrived from Mars, they all stared at us at first. All those young swabbies made me feel like a ‘cougar’ in a cub den, and in recent months I’ve been reminded that as a married woman it would be a good idea to discourage single men right up front; a nod and a thanks to my old pal anonz for that.

A tall one, Navy cub that is, sought me out at the bar where I was ordering drinks for the gang, we bantered for a minute about dancing together and then he stated, er, the obvious, ‘you’re married.’

‘yes’ I said, ‘is that a problem? Dancing is dancing, I didn’t ask you to marry me,’ I giggled. He remained straight faced. I saw behind him a pal of mine talking to a pal of his, I said, ‘OK, well, sorry my ring and status offends you, but it seems that your friends are more than willing so I guess we’ll either catch you on the dance floor…or not.’ He walked away. Later, he walked up to me right on the dance floor and said, ‘how about a private party in room twenty one-eleven?’

I continued dancing and laughed, ‘You go have a good time but feel free to come back down and dance with us.’ I don’t like to talk or accept cocktails from men while out dancing, it leads to misunderstandings like this one : ) and that was policy well before anonz made my behavior clear to me.

My friend explained to one pal of his that our gang is a bunch of ‘yummy mummies,’ his response, ‘you most certainly are.’ He couldn’t have cared less that we were married and had kids, a man after my own heart. Dancing is dancing, why be a prude about that?

Asian observation: Asian women really don’t like to dance near Western women, I’m thinking they’re studying our moves and how this gang of ‘yummy mummies’ exerted absolutely no energy to do them all night long, just pure fun…although at my fave dance place in Singapore ‘One Night Stand’ on Clarke Quay, the Asian women love to get up and imitate Western moves, but they aren’t ‘working’ types either.

More Asian culture stuff to come, I’m working my trip backwards here…

Enough about me though…how was your life the past two weeks??

I’m back and ouch, the jet lag sleeping thing is upon me, that’s why I’m here and not in bed taking my beauty rest : )

I usually take the weekends off from writing here but it’s been awhile since I’ve written and well, I’m up, so why not? 

Tonorrow I have to call and see if I am lucky enough to be excused from jury duty. Yes, those letters actually come to me as often as they can send them. I am never lucky enough to be excused so I thought I’d warn you, postings could be very short and very sweet this week.

I had hoped to fill you all in on the finer deatils of traveling in Asia and will attempt to do so no matter if I’m here or awaiting a juicy trial over at the courthouse (yeah, I know, not bloody likely).

Wish me luck with that preliminary phone call tomorrow, maybe for once they’ll eliminate me without even having to show up! Again, I know, not bloody likely but I can dream, can’t I?

Think I’ll go back to bed and try that ‘dreaming’ thing again now…

Back in S’pore, and boy am I glad… 

Yes, we ditched the Perth pals, and probably forever…and yes, I knew my ‘friend’ was a difficult and very black and white person, and a very confrontational biagge, so what made me think she wouldn’t someday turn the tables on me, hmmm, stupidity, wishful thinking…? Why’d I even allow her the title of friend is a better question I suppose, the truth is: I don’t know, I guess  I refused to believe these things about her until I was on the receiving end, ah well.

Anyway, I told her basically that leveling me for her own entertainment was just damn uncomfortable for me and I’d rather be elsewhere. So Cottesloe it was, I booked a room, a beachfront Queen, at a lovely yet old looking inn, the Cottessloe Hotel. It WAS beachfront and it was a  beautiful beach, set on a rolling green hilltop, lots of sand and ‘grass’ beach access and lounging area. The air was hot and dry, the water warmish and turquoise and our American accents turn heads.

The place was also atop the most jumping live music scene place in town complete with roaring Harley’s and all kinds of OZ  ‘posers,’ pretty hysterical that we were there and me with a nine year old, hee hee. She kept overhearing every other person say things like, ‘oh for fucks sake’ and ‘piss off’ and you freakin’ name what else, I told her Aussies just like to yell and swear a lot, and that part is true!

So, there we were on a seedy balcony, oh yes, it was a balcony queen room alright, its just hasn’t had new anything for a damn long time, in fact when we checked out, they might just revert to ‘letting it’ by the freakin’ hour ; ) meanwhile we tuned into very summertime happening music, loved the place, in its’ crazy and slightly seedy way.

And we missed our military time flight, ah well, back in Sg now : )

What is with all the spamming here…?????

I guess that doesn’t play as well as Good Morning, Vietnam, but it is just as hot, tropical and incredibly green here, something I have  missed as much as my treasured and international pals here in S’pore.

Right now, it’s morning, it’s 82 degrees, humid but not as bad as I recall it, and I’m scanning the street in front of my friends house, all the homes have that Asian touch and/or that tiny touch of British Colonialism (black and white striped shutters, etc…) and the vegetation is a party for the eyes. The rods and cones of my eyeballs are rejoicing in the various shades of green, I especially love the rampant ‘red bamboo’ the stem of the tree is a vivid red and the leaves are olive to hunter green, red/green of all shades are my favorite colors so I’m in Zen Lill heaven…

Visiting with friends is even better than expected, I am just as much a part of the neghborhood as I ever was, I’m just lacking a house, but they don’t seem to mind : ) Now I know I love it here because I live very in the moment here, so much so that it was hard to break away to blog this!

We, a few friends had a roundtable discussion regarding the word ’confrontation.’ I made the case that the very term ‘confrontation’ gets a bad rap. It infers an emotional shootout or at the very least I think people visualize a worst case scenario outcome…(I ought to know…)

I believe it’s an opportunity to clear something up, bring something to light, just a dialogue starter. I cannot guarantee for you that it won’t have a ‘bad’ outcome but at least you’ll have tried…

Your thoughts on the word ‘confrontation?’