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53,200 readers. Really? That would make my weekend brighter. Even Hendrix, my puppy is excited! Thanks, guys, for taking me more seriously than I am.  

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Have a great weekend, enjoy your time off  and see you around early next week! :)

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Immortal?

I love blogging on Fridays.  You,  guys,  are so relaxed at the end of the week…and I can say whatever; nothing would take your minds away from the happy hour tonight. Even the emails you send me on Fridays are different. Instead of questions about training and competitions, I get funny jokes and sometimes proposals. Thanks for that, guys, you are all so sweet. Let’s keep it that way! 

So let’s just make an easy one just because is Friday. What can be more down to earth than talking about yourself? So let’s start today (again) with magic. I love my magical life and I kind of find a joy being surrounded by people who have the same desire to create a parallel universe. …a rather more accommodating one. Do we have to create it, guys, or there are a few already in place? I asked that so many times, that sometimes even I got bored of my own words. I however wonder how much of this new life I feel the urge to create is based on kilesa versus karma. I always pictured karma as a domino effect of self-identity or personal identity if this sounds better for you. For me, karma has nothing to do with good deeds. What's good, by the way? Let me just explain. I believe that we have been programmed to perform a script, written by someone/ something much smarter than us.. We may be something like a really rudimentary/ basic software. Simple for me to understand that because you, guys, know how much I love technology. So we may have been basic softwares when we were born. Time is always on our side, so we can always add apps/ graphics/ pics/ notes to our initial program. Time is absolute, guys, no question here; Kant said it way before me (thesis/ antithesis). I also believe that  the master of the equation is the quantum mind, let’s just say that this may be related to the free will that would affect our karma. What are your thoughts, guys? Do you still believe that you deserve something better? Work on it just because our lives are work in progress. 

So how do you see me now, guys?  Not easy to ask, because I already know that I may get too many emails with all sorts of descriptions. Do you see me now in a different light or still the girl who wears funky mini skirts and pink headbands while training others? Is the image I carefully made matching me? Am I just the blonde you thought I am, behind a computer? Think! I just said something about a domino effect. Are you part of it? Mine or yours? Look at the bigger picture. I got the same question, don’t worry; somebody asked me if I know (or maybe pretend to know) what the divine’s (I’d call that the master self) big plan would be for me. My answer comes in three words: unity of consciousness.

So still focusing on the same question, I just want to drop (raise would sound closer to reality actually!) the level a little bit by quoting Stephen Hawkins “ What was God doing before He made the world? Was He preparing Hell for people who asked such questions?” What was He doing before creating me? You can answer that! Have a great weekend, guys! :)

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Las Vegas...Auckland style

The whole last week, I missed Durkheim… a lot. I haven’t got over him just yet. I’m sure you know whom I’m talking about. Emile Durkheim…you know….. the sociologist guy….the one who spent a good part of his life studying suicide.  He came to memorable conclusions in regards to who may commit suicide and more importantly why. Remarkable study really; read it if you haven’t already!  After a whole week of all sorts of events, I came to the conclusion that Durkheim has definitely forgotten a major cause of suicide...customer service. But at least he got it right saying that suicide rates are higher in times of peace....like now days. It took me some time, but I finally know why. 

So, a while back, I decided to use my maiden name. Nothing wrong with that. It’s my name, I inherited it and I like it. I made it public at the time and even my editors understood…after some good thinking… Basically everybody did, except some cheeky customer service staff. You see? I have accounts (you have as well, don’t even worry) on another name, one that means nothing to me anymore. So here I was, phoning consciously for months, every single day, my power, Internet, phone, satellite suppliers and many other companies I work with.  In my opinion, the procedure should be very simple: turn the computer on if it’s not on already, open my file (I sure have one!), delete a surname and replace it with another one. This is what it should have happened in a normal world. In nasty customer service world though, the procedure is very similar to a CIA case. Suspicion all over the place. Am I who I say I am? Actually yes, because as they can see, the one I am still pays for the bills. But just to make things easier for them, I emailed all sorts of customer service, starting with Mary and finishing with John (for your information, there were like 5 Marys and 8 Johns, all with odd accents) copies of what ever they asked for. Now, I am even expecting to be asked for referrals from my neighbors, my hairdresser, my butcher and the Indian guy from the veggie shop next door. I’ll supply them all if this is what they want. But they don’t. Hopeless customer service cannot sort my problem out because they don’t have a procedure in place. Apparently they never had a request like mine. Seriously? Am I the first person who separates or divorces in this country?... cause this would make me quite proud. I always wanted to be number one! 

I moved in a spiral for months. Therefore I thought of abusing some of the customer service staff  (exemplary abuse, of course!), but this is so not me. So, just to help out a little bit more, as a good girl I am, I came up with a solution. What if they close my account on my previous name and open one on my new name? That’s not possible either, they told me, because there is no procedure for it. As you see, in the same spiral, guys, just playing cha-cha... a step forwards, one backwards. So while in my spa, listening to Chopin, I decided over a plan.  I won’t phone anymore, I won’t talk to all sorts of staff.  I’ll just leave it as it is. I have better things to do. They can send me the bills on whatever name they want. They can even call me names if that makes them happy. I can suggest some if they don't have  a procedure for that either. 

Guys, you know how much I love my life…every little bit of it. And this great world! There are only two things I cannot stand: mediocrity and stupidity. I’m sure that if stupidity would shine, some customer service offices would look very much like Las Vegas! :)

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Still relaxed

I’m happy with my life; there is nothing wrong with it. I know that people around me may be stressed, but that doesn’t mean I have to be. Even my girlfriends complained lately. Let’s make this clear: my girlies are my kind of chicks and they know how to sort themselves out. So what’s the whole fuss about stress? My girlies say that it is totally related to modern life. It could be, I don’t disagree with my crew because I know nothing about stress. But then I went out shopping and I found my answers. So here I was doing my boring grocery shopping. I shouldn’t say that. People still starve in other countries, so please read “happy” instead of “boring”. I couldn’t stop listening to what those two ladies were talking about while blocking the flow in the supermarket. Apparently one of them was stressed, really stressed as she said. Here you go again. So I listened just because I wanted to know what caused her stress. Imagine what a huge problem she had: her husband worked too much, while she didn’t know what to do with her time. So let me put this into my words. The lady’s husband does overtime to keep her stressed…while he is not. Now, if this is stress, then I really like it and I want a slice of it…as big as possible, please!

On a serious note (like I’m able to cut the games!), right after I arrived home I had the urge to find something that would help me overcome stress forever. Is like I have the time and the mood to get grumpy! So, I decided to look at all sorts of practices that can help my soul reach what it has to (?). What about an out-of-body experience? Sorry, astral projection lately. That would be nice. Just imagine me (yes, in my pink outfit!) training somebody while my soul is way away in Jamaica. Ziggy Marley singing just for me while I sip pink cocktails. It wouldn’t work though because my clients ask questions and my brain has to work quite fast. So if Charles Tart’s practice wouldn’t work for me, I really have to find something else. What about a nice Chakra alignment? That would keep me occupied for a few hours. Nah, that wouldn’t work either in my case. I cannot stay still for too long and I would make a mess in my Chakra system…and this is something I couldn’t stand! Doesn’t mater, there should be other ways. Wait. What about adopting some mantras? I cannot decide whether I should go for Vedic mantras or Hindu tantras. They both sound great. Just picture that. One of my girlfriends asking me what I am up to. My answer? “Really busy, sweets. I practice my mantra/tantra”. That would make her run in the hoods. Fine, I know, it sounds silly. Then what about opening my Akashic Records and finding out my future? How nice that would be! Too complicated though because I would need to memorize some prayers that would open the path. Not for me, I love reading real things. My only solution is still Gabriella. I told you about her. She is a kind of fortune teller who emails me once in a while asking me to take my life seriously and open up for great things. She signs her emails “your dear friend” even if I have no clue who she is and who gave her my email address. But no again, because a month ago she blew her chances when she emailed me that at midday sharp I would meet the love of my life who ever that is. 

So, guys, I decided to stay as I am. I don’t need to overcome the effects of stress cause I have none. My life is so easy: I am just a girl keeping a whole house and business going.... by myself. But if you ever sense me stressed, please come up with solutions. I'm opened to all sorts, you know me!  :)

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Music on and by demand

 I live a magical life. It started long time ago, when I decided to break up with what you, guys, call normality. No, I’m not a Hermeticist disciple and I don’t follow any rituals to get in touch with whatever forces. I live a magical life by choice. Back to the choice again. I blogged on that a while back, I am sure you remember. So, I chose my reality, I make my world  my place and I invite in it only people who can or want to learn what magic means. I am a free spirit; so don’t get tricked by my blondeness, my make up or my heels. I may look odd to many people keeping up with Versace, wearing my funky dresses and weird headbands, but I’m fine with who I am and I am sure that my sweetness makes sense to you, guys, who keep reading my blogs. I believe that each of us can be a starting point in changing the world. “Be the change you wish to see”, Gandhi of course, how could it be me? Too big and precious words to come from a blondie.  I still believe in Santa. That’s quite sad actually, but it’s my choice who and what I believe in.  Where is my magical force coming from? Everything starts with music, guys, and believe it or not, Marilyn Manson was right when he said, “music is the strongest form of magic”. So, I have a huge music collection. Actually I am a walking music encyclopaedia. Every second of my life relates to a song, an artist, a word or a poem. I just love music. My foster mom was an opera singer and my whole childhood I was surrounded by Italian classical music. In time, I learnt to listen beyond the genre or the trends. So, I wake up every morning on a song, it can be rock or jazz or even hip hop.  As the day goes by, I add songs to my wake up one and, by the end of the day, I have a whole radio station in my head. Let me just show you how it works. 

I woke up at 4:00am yesterday on “Nights in White Satin” (Moody Blues). Good choice by the way; I always pick the best first.  Hot, hot shower…”Let’s get it on” (Marvin Gaye). Now, wait a sec…. no reason to pick this song! Long story with deciding which outfit to wear…in the gym…”Think twice” (Groove Armada). I finally decided which of my 100 headbands to wear as well, so ready to start work. As I opened the door, “Songbird” (Fleetwood Mac) is the first thing I can think about….then “Purple Rain” (Prince), just because it was raining again...in my world! First client, a guy, who instead of hello said that he decided to drop the competition in October, in other words to throw to the rubbish bin our last five months hard work  …”Trouble” (Ray LaMontaigne) and then right after “Give me one reason” (Tracy Chapman). I waisted a half an hour of his session trying to understand why. Then finally, he woke up and changed his mind. He competes if I choreograph his routine…”By your side” (Sade). I would have agreed with much more than that only to see him winning the title. Next client, nice lady, great actually…..”She talks to angels” (Black Crowes). Knee rehab work, laser, strapping, all sorts. Then I taught a Sculpt Step Class, fun, nice girlies, noise….”Start me up” (Rolling Stones). Shower, hot again, too hot no doubt…”Heaven and Hell” (Black Sabbath). Finally coffee time…”Coffee and cigarettes” (Ottis Reading). Only coffee for me, thank you very much! While I drank it, Hendrix, my puppy, destroyed one of my rose bushes...the only yellow one (I already told you that yellow roses are my all time favs)...."Crazy" (Aerosmith).

Next three clients, back to back….”Back in black” (AC/DC). Finally finished my morning rush, so let’s keep the rush going on! I hoped in my car….”Hells Bells” (AC/DC)…again? Video goss catching up chat with my girlie  friend while driving…”Trouble of the world” (Mahalia Jackson). Finally got to the shops and missed the only free parking because of another blonde driver…“Respect” (Aretha Franklin). Back home and while I organized my lunch, I remembered how I always used to have late, late lunches as an athlete….”Forever Young” (Bob Dylan). Back to training; first a bootcamp…hard, hard workout…”Cry baby” (Janis Joplin)….tears for them, I’m just fine! One of the bootcampers said that I’ve gone mad today….”Voodoo child” (Jimmi Hendrix). 

My time now. Two hours of dancing….”Dance for you” (Beyonce). But wait, right after...."I want to break free" (Queen). Finally home again….”Home” (Mumford and Sons). I started replying to around 100 emails just because I am a good girl and I don’t like letting my peeps down….”Angel “ (Ben Harper). And then at least as many text messages….”Mad World” (Tears for Fears). I finally checked my phone. Many missed calls, but no messages left. Why do people call and forget to leave messages? Who are these people because I don’t know any of the numbers? I may ask Siri, Apple is always helpful and a step ahead. So “Who called me?”. Siri’s answer is just stupid…but fast “I’m here to help you”. Not this time, Siri, but you will always be the love of my life…”One and only” (Adele).  Finally on Facebook; I just had to know what my girlies are up to….”Don’t forget your roots” (Six60). Chatting with three people in the same time, while on Skype with my US client and having my dinner in bed (bad habit!)…..”Have I told you lately” (Van Morrison). Shower, super hot again….”Thugz mansion” (Tupac). Now this is a million dollars one! Day finished  on “Wonderful world” (James Morrison). But not before turning off the radio station in my head. But don't worry, guys; tomorrow I'll make up another one depending on my moods.  Have a great day, guys! :)

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Happy? Sad?

There is no more ambiguous concept than happiness. At least for me. I searched and researched, read and wrote a lot about it, but still haven’t agreed on a definition. For Socrates, happiness was morality. I’m fine with that, I have strong morals and I demand the same from others. For Kant, happiness was something to hope for. I agree with that as well. I’m a wonderer and a dreamer, you know that.  What is happiness for you, guys? Is it a fat pay cheque, some fancy food (French back in fashion, guys) some more expensive bubbly, a lazy weekend, a hot date? For me, unfortunately it is much more than that. At this stage in my life, happiness is everything that makes me smile…a person, an event, a thing, ballet.  Is it really? I can however relate to Confucius here who once said, “where ever you go there you are”. So there is a state of happiness in every moment of our lives. What about when we are sad? Is there a happy-sad state of happiness?  There probably is one, but it is too complicated for me, so I’m not even going there. Now life supposed to be simple, “but we insist of making it complicated”. Confucius again, not me. Big words, so let"s then simplify them and translate my happy-sad moments into real life. 

So here I am with my girlies having fun in my spa…. mostly around it. Picture this: bikinis, girls acting silly, stupid weekend chit chats, Cosmos, strawberries and all sorts of chocolates. No training! What do girls talk about when they get together? Recipes….before the first Cosmo. Sad! Cosmo number one….about netball. Neither happy, nor sad! Cosmo number two….about fashion. Happy! Cosmo number three….about haute couture. Happier! The next few Cosmos…. about guys. Maybe happy, maybe sad! Depends on whom my girlies talk about. The party goes on and everybody takes pics. For Facebook, no doubt. How can those guys we just talked about miss the fact that we got together and had fun? That would make them sad and us happy! Then the girls leave and I have to clean the mess. Sad! Music is still on, great music by the way. Happy!

But the day is not over yet, so I decide to check my status of happy- sadness or sad-happiness. Google may help me out. First question “Am I sad?”. 64 pages of all sorts of answers. That makes me happy again! Let’s try again just because I got over being sad “Am I happy?”. This time 75 pages. Now I get so happy that I almost reach Nirvana (the path of purification, not the band!). If Google knows whether I’m happy or sad, Google would know who I am. So let’s go further. Next question “Who am I?”.  The answer comes on over 100 pages; no reference to my name, but still!  No name? Sad! Google, please make me happy again. I hate being sad. Next question “why do I hate being sad?”. Over 100 pages again. Now I’m truly happy because I know how to avoid my sadness. I told you that Google knows everything. So if it does, let's see how Google rates me, the self, comparing to God, the divine. So, God first, if you don’t mind. 51%. Fair enough, I’d give Him what belongs to Him. Me next, I mean the real me, the girlie with a website, active on all the social networks possible, involved in all sorts of projects. Yes, I scored quite well 49%. That increases my level of happiness again. Do you want me even happier, guys? Just click on my name a few more times and I may reach heaven. Have a great week, guys! :)

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Who's that girl?

I’m sure you all know how much I love Philosophy. I could read forever and I would never have enough…. especially Heidegger. He is my favorite guy ever! I could have been easily marrying him. First of all he was a Virgo; and so am I. But nah, on second thoughts, no marriage! He had some affairs and I don’t really like that. For years I tried to figure out what he meant by “being is only being for dasein”. Of course I know what dasein means. I speak German. For those of you who don’t, let me rephrase Heidegger’s quote “being is only being for being there”.  Now, just because these days I am a little bit wiser (old is the new wise), I kind of get it, but I will keep you in suspense and let you solve the mystery. And no, it has nothing to do with  “been there, done that!”. 

I passed my passion for Philosophy to my son and my daughter. There are all sorts of families, you know, and ours may seem dysfunctional….but it’s not. We are who we are in the moment (oops, I almost solved the mystery myself!)… at least we are together! But out of my two kiddies, I always had the most amazing debates with  Miriam. We still throw to each other quotes and ideas while washing dishes or cooking our dinners. She is a smartie who loves Schopenhauer. Miriam is the blondie I was telling you about in many of my blogs. She is a very challenging blogger herself. We started blogging to each other many, many years ago. We called it ping pong blogging. Where are my last year blogs disappeared? I deleted them myself because they weren’t important. But Miriam kept hers because she was once again smarter than me. Now back to the blondie. I met her 25 years ago, I was the first to tell her hello and I instantly fell in love with her. She is the daughter I always wanted to have: pretty, intelligent, fast thinker and extremely smart. But most of all, she is funny. Miriam is my favorite entertainer. She sings, I’m the dancer. She can make everybody dance by the way, not because she has a voice…she has the voice. She is loud and happy and full of energy this girl! We still have our runaway evenings, when we both dress up and take pics of ourselves; also our sad Motown hours, when we cry while listening to sad, sad music; we have our cool French lunches, when we listen to Edith Piaf…. and the Cosmos nights as well! We have fun together and, in most of the cases, Miriam is the initiator.   

There was one instance when I entertained her more than she does now. She was just 6 years old when she broke her arm. She loved playing that girl, she still does, so she told me about her arm three hours later, when she was already in agony. So I took her to the hospital. I worked with bones and muscles my whole life and I knew that she’s gonna be fine. You know how you always have to wait for doctors. They all take their time. So we waited and waited and the blondie got so sad. So I thought I may make her laugh. I always wanted to race in a wheelchair. I finally found one (how hard can that be in a hospital?) and with Miriam on my laps, I started the race. We’ve been on every corridor, every corner of the hospital. We bumped in some people, we knock off others and we laughed a lot! Anyway, we finally seen the doctor later that day and I instantly recognized him as one of the guys we bumped into (by the way, he failed down badly!). So he asked me why I didn’t bring the girlie in right after she broke her arm….then he realized that we are the ones in the wheelchair. He looked at both of us, blondies, and said, “you are both nutters”. Thanks, doc, we already knew that and we would never forget that we like having fun!

So anyway, Miriam is my sunshine. A lace girl like me, not a cotton one. Happy birthday, sweetheart! I love you to bits; you are just perfect. And if people ever tell you any different, just remind them what Nietzsche said “Ah, women. They make the highs higher and the lows more frequent”. He made that up only for you and me! :)

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Deja vu

People love watching TV. I don’t. I have my girlie movies I watch all  over again and this is pretty much it. However, I try to keep up with what’s trendy only to have a goss starting point with my girlfriends. They are all into reality shows, so I have to remember at least the names of some so-called celebs. I know all the Shores ones (Jersey and Geordie) without watching too many episodes. I memorized them in between the beeps. How on earth did they get to such a high audience? Honestly, only God has the answer and he doesn’t seem to share things with me…anymore! And then there are the Hills and Laguna Beach chicks. I know them as well, not quite by name, but I can recognize which blonde is the nasty one and which is the one engaged to the weirdo. I also have seen some of the Kardashians girls in action. I told you already that my girlies want me informed and I don’t want to be the dumb one out of my crew. I sometimes wonder how much money these reality shows starlets are getting paid. Loads, I guess. Therefore, I am thinking of putting together a proposal to all of the producers, one that would make their hearts sing. What about shooting a reality show in my house? For free! There are so many things happening in my home that even the Kardashians would look nothing comparing to me. Plus if they want to show their audience a person who can suck in many areas, then no better place than my place! I also have the wardrobe, enough make up for at least 10 seasons, the heels are here as well; they don’t have to spend a cent on me. I have Hendrix, my puppy, he can do stuff that no other dog alive can and that would make even Marley look like an angel. We don’t even need rehearsals. Everything live and on impulse! So I am thinking of inviting some of the en vogue producers to spend a day here, with me and my ad hoc crew. You may know me, but you don’t know my girlfriends! Believe me that after an hour they would be delighted to sign a contract with me. 

Now, you are my kind of peeps, so it would be just fair to give you an intro. Just pick a day, any day of the week. They all look the same to me. Wednesday? Fine. 5am, me, wearing a pink mini skirt and pink shoes (I almost forgot the sparkly stars on them), pink headband with some unknown flowers on it, training a big guy, I mean bigger than the biggest, muscles all over the place. He’s fine with my look. I kind of made him a national champ. While the session lasted, Hendrix chewing my metal rubbish bin and my only car key left while Max, the senior dog, vomiting all over my deck. Then morning tea time. Me making a coffee, nice and black, and pouring it into Hendrix’s bowl. By the way, he enjoyed licking it, but I didn’t enjoy staying awake the whole night while he jumped all over my bed…and face. That was after Hendrix swallowed a whole pack of Panadol (I didn’t even know I had pills in the house; maybe he bought them). At least he didn’t have the headache I had after realizing I cannot drive my car without a key. I tried; it didn’t work! Then me again getting text message after text message until my vision got blurry and replying to my evening massage client the nasty and dirty text that supposed to be for one of girlies. Big oops, lots of apologies! In the meantime, Hendrix digging out completely a fruit tree and carrying it into the spa area. Just for fun! Then me again getting locked in my studio and forced to break a window to somehow get out while Hendrix, now the master of the house, making pieces my 1.5m metal lamp. At least it wasn’t pink! In the meantime Max eating the whole 5kg bag of dog food. But my best time that day was the one when I locked Hendrix in my car and forgot that I have no car key left. I told you that Hendrix already eat it. So, Hendrix in the car chewing my driving wheal while I watched hopelessly the whole thing disappearing. 

 Don’t worry, guys, the language was even more colorful than the Osbornes' one and it went on from early morning to late night. So you tell me now. Would you prefer watching all those false blondes and their stories or would you prefer a natural blonde going live and doing what normal people don’t? Once again, I am blonde, I can act dumb if you want me to, I have the dresses, make up and heels, I definitely can have the dirty language if Hendrix wants me to and I don’t have to put any effort into shooting the reality show. It just comes naturally; it is just how every day looks for me. The only thing I haven’t decided yet is the name of the show, but I’m sure that the producers would find something exciting. I told you I don’t need to get paid so if they cannot find a remarkable name, they would be able to pay somebody smarter to get it right! :)

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Blonde failure

I am blonde and if I say that the sun is blue everybody would believe me….because nobody listens what a blonde has to say. We, blondies, can say whatever…..nobody takes us seriously. But just a reminder, guys. Being a blonde is a full time job, acting silly just because you expect us to do that takes all our time. I have some examples, but this is another story I will be sharing with you another time. 

I got an email today from a guy in Ireland. I usually get around 100 a day, sometimes much more than that. The guy, Phin (nice name, by the way!) reads my blogs on Blogger. You know that I blog on my website and on Blogger as well, do you? So Phin is a writer and probably a very sophisticated one, who wants to involve me in a research. Of course he will use the results for his next book. That’s what real writers do! Anyway, the study he conducts is based on failure. Glad to help you out, Phin; you contacted the right person! However, what Phin is interested in is not the failure points of our (my) lives. His study focuses more on the lessons us (me again!) learnt from these turning points. Now, let’s make this clear from the beginning. I’ve learnt nothing…otherwise I wasn’t still who I am. But I’ll help you out, Irish guy, and I’ll do it with the honesty that characterizes my blonde existence. Failure? I failed a lot, changed my destiny a few times (oblivion!), run away of things and people, but I’m still here to learn my lesson. 

Let me just put Phin’s concerns about removing the stigma of failure with Dan’s question. So I get many emails, I told you that already... people asking all sorts of questions. Especially the Blogger ones; they are more interested in things. I reply to every email no mater what only if the questions are about work. Nothing about my private life, guys. I made that clear long time ago. Anyway, Dan asked me today only one question, short by the way! “Why?”. Now, why what, Dan? Why is the sun blue? I already said that nobody listens and definitely nobody is interested in my answer. Why am I that blonde? I also told you that it took me ages to adapt to that! Why is my body full of bruises? Because I fail a lot! Why do I fail? I don’t know, but please help me out here and email me through your thoughts. It may open my eyes. And when I get your email, I will forward it to Phin. He’ll be happy with that. You are both Irish and you may understand each other very well.

Now, for the guys on Blogger. Thanks for your suggestion. I will add a link to my email there. That way you dont’t have to hop from Blogger to my website and back. But please don’t let me wait too long; I love yours emails, really do, and it’s a pleasure helping you out! :)

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Fitness/ Ballet Movie on 24 07 13 at 4 06 PM #2

Destiny is not a career

You get in life what you have the courage to ask for. Wait a sec. That’s not mine. Oprah said it before me. I like Oprah, don’t you?  And I do agree with her if she agrees with me changing a word, or maybe two. You don’t get anything actually in this life even if you have what ever Gods or Goddesses on your side, but you may get a piece of something if you have the courage to ask for… or if you have the guts to fight for it. Life is a fight, don’t you agree? We fight for our jobs, our rights, our children, we fight to be liked, appreciated, respected, actually we are just gladiators fighting for our lives... the lives we believe we deserve. What do you think you deserve, guys? An easier way of earning money, a better partner, genius kids, more time off? What are your dreams, folks? Just say it loud; it won’t hurt you. The naked truth is that none of us deserves anything as long as the real us doesn’t match the imagine we try to create about us. That imagine should be a reflection of who we are. Be as you wish to seem. Again, not me, Socrates said it way before me. 

To be honest, I’ve met so many people who tried to be what they were not. Don’t be one of them. I’m not. I say it loud to the whole world that I may seem out of boundaries….because I am. That’s the reflection of who I am. I won’t hide that, why would I? “Many people have tried or continue trying to impress others, to make others aware of who they are and what they are doing”. Not mine again as you already know. This statement is Miriam’s, the other blondie who blogs. You probably wonder why I mention Miriam so often. It’s not just because she is a better blogger than me. It’s mostly because, a while back, we decided over a topic we would both develop, we had a bet, we’ve done our research well, we put it in real life, actually we were the mystery subjects and…we both failed. Mostly me, because Miriam is still young. But I’ll tell you about it when the time is right.

Anyway, back to the image and reflection. There is only one man I had the honor to meet who never compromised on that. Not just that I met him. I raised him…and I’ve done it well apparently. Amos is a guy who doesn’t try to show what he is not. Strong, opinionated, but always right by the way, he doesn’t care about how people may perceive him. He oozes power. Amos has great buddies, never best friends; his only true friend is himself. Amos never lies, but please believe me when I’m saying that you may not like his truth, because it may hurt you…and he says it as it is! He doesn’t even smile if he doesn’t want to. Actually he doesn't do anything if he doesn't want to. Amos has his own standards and would never fit in regular ones. Just a strong guy, that’s who he is. Amos fought for everything he’s got: great career, super wife, amazing house, the best dogs, the most amazing body, everything just A plus. On top of all, he is smart, smarter than me anyway. Amos started building his destiny long time ago. As a lifestyle…not as a career! I know that not just because he is my son. I trained him for years and I know how hard and smart he can work out. So, yes, this is my Amos, the most important man in my life. Right after him, Hendrix, my puppy!

Happy birthday, Amos! Don’t ever change! Let them believe about you what they want. I do the same! I hope you still remember that, when you were just a little boy, instead of reading you stories, I used to involve you in dissertations on Socrates “Know yourself” and “I only know that I know nothing”. :)

Standards?

If Miriam woke up today with Schopenhauer in her mind, my first thought was Hegel. You may not know Miriam and that’s a shame really. She is another blondie who blogs. Actually we blog to each other, but you guys, don’t know that. Anyway, Miriam’s point is that “getting lost in this crowd called society to gain a status can really mean that you are losing your own self”. So being yourself and acting the best you can at a certain point in your life may be the key of our whole existence? Maybe, but I rather agree with Hegel, just because I usually go with my first thought. Hegel once said, “Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion”. Passion for what, you may ask. Actually for everything… if for Miriam may be for being who she is, for me is for my work. What’s your passion, guys; what keeps you going forward? Work I said is mine and work it is. I wasn’t always like that, but I surely am now. This is the only aspect of my life where I excel a little bit in. But in my work, Hegel is not my only mentor. Kant is as well and I kind of remember at the beginning of each working day that he once said to  “Live your life as though your every act were to become a universal law”. Therefore I am into fitness not just because I want to make a difference. I try to state my kind of training as a universal law and I’m making my statement as clear as possible.  

You may find me nonconformist or just not able to fit in your standards. What are your standards by the way? Statements about what exactly? What should and what shouldn’t? Who should and who shouldn’t? Should or shouldn’t what exactly? Maybe I lived so long only to get more confused than I was years back, but I still don’t get some of the rules this society makes…like the one on what’s beautiful and what’s ugly in this century. But if I started with Hegel, just because I woke up with him in my thoughts, and Miriam challenged me a little bit this morning, I will then end with my dear Hegel as well: “I'm not ugly, but my beauty is a total creation”. And it is!

Have a great week, you all! :)

My Bucket list

Everybody has a Bucket list….except me. That’s quite a shame because I deserve what everybody else has. Do I? I haven’t quite decided on that, but today I want a Bucket list more than ever. So here I am,  3am on this great Sunday morning, cuddled up with Well. I told you about him. Well is my laptop, who understands me so…well.  He is a he, always by my side, always willing to help by reading my emails and typing what I dictate. Perfect relationship! But today even Well kept a silent moment when I told him that I’m going to design, plan and put in writing the list everybody already has and I don’t.  Well, this is Well’s problem, not mine.

 Back to my Bucket list, please! I never had breakfast in bed and I sort of want that. Nobody thought it’s important for me, I guess, but yes, I decided it is. So my number one wish is up in the air. Then, I don’t like heights and I have to overcome this fear of mine. So I want to climb somewhere very high and prove to myself that I am able to look down to the world. I usually look up to people, but it would be different the day I’d be on top of the world.Then, my number three: I want to get in love, at least once in my life. What’s wrong with that? I already have three wishes on my list and I am sort of stuck now. Actually, all I want for the rest of my life is to be…normal, what ever that means. I just want to be able to act like others, be like the rest of the world, be less intense, less full on, have more fun…be normal really. This being said, let’s jump to pure action. …not before I somehow figure out what normal actually is. Normality? Hhhmmm…. everything I’m not? Not really; there are some good old fashioned sides to me, you know.  So here is my plan. I have to change; it’s not working like this anymore. Have to? Want to? I haven't decided on that either. Heart off my sleeve from now on, no analytical thinking, no  weird food combinations, no urge to label things, people and feelings, no intensity, no extreme passion to put dreams into practice and no over thinking. And then I may fit in the standards somebody smarter than me created. I'm not ready to throw away my 100 dresses (actually more like 200), nor my make up or my headbands. You don't even imagine how much work I put in getting them! Also not ready to wear jeans and boots and a normal ponytail only to please the world! But I'm willing to change pink to black for example. Thanks to the guy who suggested that!

So new me starting today. Or not? Let me just think about it over the weekend. I may decide that my Bucket list is good enough with only three wishes on it…or I may change. You know that I always read your emails, guys, and I respond to each of you, even if I have to send out over a hundred emails a day. So this is your challenge for the weekend: email me what do you want from me. Because I may just be ready for a change...or not! Have a great weekend, peeps! :)

My Yay day

Something amazing happened today. It has nothing to do with Hendrix, my six months old puppy. He is very important to me, you know... But this time even he is out of it. It's just the fact that I have a day off. I haven't taken a Brigitte day in three years and I don't even know what to do with so many hours. Actually I know, but this is another story...a private one. I am however starting with you, guys. A huge thanks to you all for taking me more seriously than I am. My blog got up to 50,900 readers. Not too bad at all. So I salute you, guys, who ever and where ever you are. 

A huge thanks  to New Zealand, US (always so good to me!), UK, Canada, Australia, Japan, Switzerland, France, Italy, Spain, Russia (still many of you there reading my blogs; thanks!), Bulgaria, Slovenia, Croatia, Hong Kong, China (newbies here!), Denmark,, Romania, Namibia, Thailand (welcome aboard!), Germany, Philippines, Netherlands, Indonesia, Brazil (Rita, you and your buddies rock!), South Africa and Ukraine. Have a great weekend, enjoy your time off (I sure will mine!) and see you around early next week! :)

We need to talk!

I always had many friends. Not that I am more popular than others, but I may attract more attention. My blonde hair has nothing to do with that. It’s probably because of my work… or maybe people are just intrigued by my je ne c’est quoi attitude. Very intense, passionate about what I do or I want to do, about things, places, dreams, feelings… that’s who I am. Nothing wrong with that. I could change, but I decided not to. Because I met so many people, women, men, children, I learnt to understand the messages behind a gesture or a word. You don’t believe me? Let me just prove it to you. I know that when a woman tells  you “we need to talk”, that doesn't mean that you’ve done something wrong. No way! It just means that she needs to talk. That’s all. She would start with the story about the dishes and laundry and would probably finish, if she ever does, with the one about her neighbor’s dress. I also know that when a guy says “we need to talk”, then it’s probably better  to put your heels on and run…if they allow you that! Because he has something bad to say.  I bet you didn’t know that! 

We need to talk…that’s how Kerry used to start almost every session. I am a good listener…when I work; in real life not so much. For a whole hour, while the session lasted, she talked…all sorts, I mean sorts of sorts! But she trained so hard that chick and her talks were even more intense than mine! Kerry started as an average girlie with an ordinary body and got to pure perfection. When I first met her, years back, she told me that she wants to compete in figure sculpting. After “we need to talk”, of course! The work I had to put in her was just immense because she needed to lose lots before the actual sculpting training would have been started. But, she’s done it with me on her side. That girl worked her butt off, lifted more than a man and never complained.  Never…but she always needed to talk! In October that year, she was so ready and I dreamt about her winning her category. Beautiful, sculpt body, great attitude  amazing personality! What’s happened? Ask Kerry; I’m sure she would love to tell you! Kerry, sweetheart, you’re a real champ. Not many people go so far. I am glad you did, dear friend! :)

Act like a woman, think like a man

Last night I read a book that changed my whole perspective on life. I couldn’t stop reading it until I finished it at the time I had to wake up…and I’m not even tired today! I know now so much more….do I? I know that there’s nothing wrong with me. ..also that I cannot change people. So, I’m still the same blondie, who decided over night to make some new rules.  People like standards. I like them too, so I’ll get some! Here’s my first rule: act like a woman, think like a man! What’s stopping me following my rule? Nothing actually!

I am a different Personal Trainer than you met before. Some people may get shocked when I turn up for a session wearing pink clothes and a pink headband. If I’m given a chance, I can prove how good I am. If not…I wouldn’t be the one to bite my tongue. But people usually stick with me. I am a great trainer and I know how to bring my clients to success. Andy, the best bodybuilder I have ever met, knew from the beginning that I was just hiding behind my blondeness and pinkness. I met him 5 years ago and trained him for all sorts of competitions. I choreographed routines for him, I designed workouts, and actually I’ve done all sorts of things to help him achieve his dream. We had such a good trainer-client relationship…we still do even now when he lives in the States and I work for him on Skype. Andy is exactly like me; we both work to exhaustion and have no personal lives. We live in a world we created! He is a guy who can win every comp he competes in. He has the physique, the brain and the strength. God was generous with him by the way! However he never won a comp before I met him. Something was missing and he knew that. He tried all sorts of trainers, some better than me, but nothing changed.  When I look back, I realise that he hired me because I was different….and so was he!  I don’t know whether my training tips helped him won title after title. I rather believe that my advice to be who he was gave him the confidence and courage to climb to the top! And maybe the fact that with Andy I was acting like a blonde girl, as I always do, while reading his thoughts. With Andy, I was thinking like a man! Five years later, Andy is a well-known champion….still with no exciting personal life. But he’ll be just fine. I am as well. Thanks, Andy, for letting me work for you. You’ll go long way, buddy! :)

Let's think together!

There are two things in my whole life that I will never be number one at: darts and Angry Birds. As competitive as I am, I never wanted to win in any of them. I love darts, I play a lot, but the thing is that I haven't decided whether it is a sport or just a fun thing. Nobody wins in fun. Fun is just fun and there is never enough of it. Angry Birds? I don't understand the whole concept behind it....birds making weird noises while one tries to knock them down. It's not even funny. I've played better games...like darts. My brain calculates the points faster than my arm can follow. Fast brain, slow hand, weird combination. Actually, that's how I live my life. My brain goes all sorts of places faster than the light. 

So just because I am a fast thinker, I start my day with...thinking. And today, the thought that came first was weight loss challenge.  Six months before the beach season opens? Just enough time to make it happen. So, my first weight loss challenge starts on 1st August and I'm planning fun stuff... funnier than Angry Birds anyway! The challenge would involve classes, training sessions, indoor bootcamps and a nice and easy to follow diet. Eight weeks would be more than enough to get rid of around 10kgs. So, who's in? 

I am so excited about the challenge that I barely can think anything else today. However, for me the pre Summer season starts officially every year on the first day of August. There would be outdoor bootcamps, outdoor yoga classes, challenges, heaps of fun things! I have to wake up every day with a wow thought to make them all happen. And I will. I always do. But feel free to email me through your thoughts. Yours and mine together would conquer the world! :)

Let me entertain you

There were so many things that made my life different lately. Like rosebuds tea; just imagine pink rosebuds in my cup. I love my tea breaks since I discovered them. And then there is that blue toothpaste with sparkles in it. I don’t know who invented it, but the guy had to be a dreamer… like me. Also that lamp that projects stars on my ceiling. I am just loving it especially because I can change the colour of my 52 stars (yes, I counted them, so what?) . But mostly, there was that awesome guy I won’t be telling you about, who taught me some great things...like how unfair life can be if you're rushing and how stupid I was thinking that, just because I smile, I deserve people to smile back to me. I have to earn my smiles! So, with all these additions, my life seemed complete for a second. Seemed? How silly. Let’s me just rephrase that. Nothing changed; I still suck in my personal life.

So let’s talk work, just because I am better with that. There would be some changes on my website. Good ones, for sure. I will be  adding a membership page to my website. Very, very soon…when I figure out what you, guys, want from me. I am planning a forum for you because I would love to give you the opportunity to express yourselves. Also a direct and secret line to me, so you would be able to contact me anytime without going through the whole process of emailing me. I am even planning of launching online classes, but that’s a thing for the future. So, guys, keep your eyes wide open cause the blondie will bring something good for you.

My blog got up to 50,000 readers all around the world. Thanks, friends, you sure made my day look brighter! :

See the light

I woke up this morning on Metallica’s Turn The Page. Not really on, mostly in my head. You know when a song goes on and on in your head and you cannot make it leave your brain cells! It was kind of like that, I suppose. I thought I was at that stage in my life when I balanced things with the power of my Qi and took Zen moments seriously. Obviously not, because I don’t remember very well all the things I said last night. Doesn’t matter, new day.  But I do remember that the title of my blog doesn’t belong to me. Actually, it does somehow, but I didn’t come up with it. Don’t worry: the photo is mine and the thoughts as well, as twisted as they can be!

So let’s get serious now. I need a new challenge again.  Something I never done before or maybe a thing I forgot to do in a long time. For months I thought that it would have to be related to what I do best, my work. Cause in my personal life I may suck sometimes... Only today, after a long and harsh night, I realized that the challenge I dream about has to be about me only. No other people involved. So I came up with an idea. What if I do one more competition? And then, when it’s over, I can retire as a competitor….forever!  I don’t need to win anymore. This time it would be for me only, for the fun of preparing everything in detail. So here is my plan. I will go one more time on stage in May next year.  Last time, I promise. I will start training again for my figure competition like I’ve done it in the past. Last one! I don’t enjoy the diet, but its’ just a part of the whole preparation.  I know that I always get what I want, so I can do this. Therefore, I announce it officially: next year in May, I’ll be on stage, guys, with a fab routine.  So, girlies, challenge me please and show me what you’ve got, cause I will be there no matter what!  :)

Blonde appreciation

Last night, Miriam posted on Facebook that blondes have more fun. You don’t know her? That’s a shame really because she is blonde and she has lots of fun. Anyway, Miriam made a statement here and that pushed me thinking what people really see beyond our blonde hair. Actually it’s not about what they see…not even about what a blonde is able to tell you. It’s more about what you can tell a blondie. Let me justify. First example that crosses my mind is that guy who emails me lately. Maybe you know him, cause I don’t, but the emails are really sweet…and the photos really explicit, thank you! My statement is Miriam’s as well: blondes have more fun. His statement? Let me just quote him “how can I get in your pants?”.  Now, would you ever ask a brunette that? Not quite sure. But being a blondie, I feel the urge to reply to that dude. So I really have to ask for his postal address before, because the only way he can get where he wants to starts with me posting him out my pants. Not the pink ones; I just bought them and I haven’t got over them just yet. And I’m thinking of adding the chap a prezzy and posting him also out one of my 67 bras. I’m sure he would enjoy that!

I can go further, sure I can. There is another guy. This one I know somehow. His text sounds like “This is my phone number. Give me a call if you ever have itchy fingers”. Again, right question for  a brunette? Not really. Now, sugar, I don’t get often itchy fingers, but I definitely sense a kind of cold feet…in your case. But I cannot not mention the sweetheart who bothers me while I’m on chat with someone else. Facebook chat, of course. He is in the mood of chatting as well, I guess, and instead of hello he says “Babe, I love your boobs”. Nice. Now let me babe you back, babe. When did I ever show them to you….babe? Cause I don't  suffer of Alzheimer yet and I really have a good memory, but I cannot recall on this little aspect.

So that’s the way you, guys, are talking to blondes just because you strongly believe that we may have more fun and can take over even more. That’s fine we are loving that…not so much, but still fine. But just before you open your mouth, think beyond our blondeness. Maybe, just maybe, there is something in our blonde heads, something more than your fun. Maybe we make our fun look funnier than yours! :)