tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-195833402024-03-06T16:55:08.982+08:00Lamma LadiesA site for the Lamma Ladies to post photos and share their own impressions of events throughout 2008 - our 20th Anniversary Dragon Boat Season.
No nasty language please; we are all 'ladies' here and you may want to send this link to your granny.East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-15944774912007443982008-08-01T21:48:00.012+08:002008-08-02T07:33:36.348+08:00Lamma Ladies in Penang Part 2<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">After the excitement of Thursday, the Lamma Ladies (a couple of them, anyway) were up bright and early to find themselves a new, mysterious - and hopefully - willing </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">female</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> helm.</span> <br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">By 9:30am it was solved. We were told a lovely girl from Australia would be our helm for the day. So we sat down to wait for our race.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />By 11:00am we were called up to the big house (technical director's tents) to be told that Sylvia could not be our helm, as she was needed to perform as a marshall throughout the rest of the day (which was true, but didn't make us too happy since here was yet another kink in our constantly changing schedule).</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Then we met Bev, a lovely, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">lovely</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> woman from Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada, who would NOW be our helm for the day. If we had known then (when we met her) how swiftly we would come to </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">adore</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Bev, we would have been dancing with joy.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />After a couple more hours' hanging about the tent, reading or resting and generally being bored senseless, we were call to our first heat of the day for the 200-meter dash.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />And we raced, and we were was rubbish. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">For reasons too boring and convoluted to go into here, the calls from the starter, (Sample: "Hold, hold, right, front, back, boat two forward, back, hold, hold HOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLDDDDD, boat one, what do you want? Forward, back, hoooooolllllddd ..... are you ready???? HOLLLLLLLDDDD, attention. Go!") were so aggravating the crew was muttering profanities and ready to assault any official who got close enough to swing at.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />During the melee of muttering and confusion of the weird calls to our boat, everyone else began the race. The Ladies were 2 strokes behind from the beginning.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Paddles flew into action at a super-high rating, and our timing down the boat was vile.<br /><br />Nevertheless, we came fourth, by - to quote one delicate Lamma Femme, "A gnat's chuff" - whatever that is.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So we had our second race - to repechage - an hour later.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />In the meanwhile, here are some lovely photos of Lamma's Lunatics waiting for races, or preparing for races.</span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP37wWNVlFWGFYOF_EXI8TeTb4pV_WRxPvFSjLGEDGPdEDTYmjL4XW7S7JYcu96v1OSGYxzji7YGTL2WjWsmrbhqDhfhBrW1s-BrR-DPJN-gkPq32DBvKCKCD9Zkq3O_zSdgiY/s1600-h/rabbit.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP37wWNVlFWGFYOF_EXI8TeTb4pV_WRxPvFSjLGEDGPdEDTYmjL4XW7S7JYcu96v1OSGYxzji7YGTL2WjWsmrbhqDhfhBrW1s-BrR-DPJN-gkPq32DBvKCKCD9Zkq3O_zSdgiY/s400/rabbit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229553927659013826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Jessica Rabbit</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxvMlA0EAY-iUC7_5crtphokn6HmiVCbtO8zHtzKXGkAscmN46qByzTh6RQ6uAXjIj_zEiYvXBJ4XynfWUkemVojPizQkFn0T1hB1ctYHUALXSpRGXo3Sup98o6RIF6Oh3Ox5/s1600-h/drum+sticks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxvMlA0EAY-iUC7_5crtphokn6HmiVCbtO8zHtzKXGkAscmN46qByzTh6RQ6uAXjIj_zEiYvXBJ4XynfWUkemVojPizQkFn0T1hB1ctYHUALXSpRGXo3Sup98o6RIF6Oh3Ox5/s400/drum+sticks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229553930175005538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">"No, <span style="font-style: italic;">you </span>get the drumsticks."</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffTsBRbUKMPbc5t_Wic5m4uDE38zY7o5T8BQu6s1m4YN6aGzG72Vz_Z7WFaUmv_9svYfPIDf9eAURXTLRVUGh2rGaVdmcRY9i4L6CIcGPPgfwGBClWFlQfuHfKeNQ8X2UukcZ/s1600-h/georgie+etc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiffTsBRbUKMPbc5t_Wic5m4uDE38zY7o5T8BQu6s1m4YN6aGzG72Vz_Z7WFaUmv_9svYfPIDf9eAURXTLRVUGh2rGaVdmcRY9i4L6CIcGPPgfwGBClWFlQfuHfKeNQ8X2UukcZ/s400/georgie+etc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229553939431203186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Wishbone Georgie</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2btyKpKL4VA8Twmv0odCa6ODd-n2t5vMKKZbv2rYqt4ZCUvsaFJAsulsSvlWOsSZgA8orrA0Lcq1PYcpLa8OitCxQdMb8J3Ytq7ZxKb0sBuX_DOvTl-VCA7wO5nU4Q5bxmNj4/s1600-h/gina+face.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2btyKpKL4VA8Twmv0odCa6ODd-n2t5vMKKZbv2rYqt4ZCUvsaFJAsulsSvlWOsSZgA8orrA0Lcq1PYcpLa8OitCxQdMb8J3Ytq7ZxKb0sBuX_DOvTl-VCA7wO5nU4Q5bxmNj4/s400/gina+face.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229553940989050530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Captain Gina's regular face (left)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPJtlM-zsMzhSil9uRdQmxWEHuw5wzTXTrC7oHh-hwAXMnNQ8Ocnf7bi-4TnWlvlixkZpPJDrxL6rShNEEk8x7h8gHLbsXPcJiT4fZXNv0CrwmiAogXiNHdHpbYdDEv4i16x3/s1600-h/hands.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPJtlM-zsMzhSil9uRdQmxWEHuw5wzTXTrC7oHh-hwAXMnNQ8Ocnf7bi-4TnWlvlixkZpPJDrxL6rShNEEk8x7h8gHLbsXPcJiT4fZXNv0CrwmiAogXiNHdHpbYdDEv4i16x3/s400/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229553951741846498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Lamma Ladies Group Cheer with Bangles</span><br /></div> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />The repechage was fine. Uneventful, boring even. And we came second. So we were happy and headed to the semi-finals!<br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMyhnLdGejkod9FW0AHFCg_aLX1YcbJKvY1q8CcTW612VvKuSpekDOvVHoA9NAWV53snVDYCmJ9beDVQjodmZ9NPxQHKZGYFoscDH_BvH2VTKO9DdRxIkp5-jiBRyfrmnQ4Nw/s1600-h/second+place.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOMyhnLdGejkod9FW0AHFCg_aLX1YcbJKvY1q8CcTW612VvKuSpekDOvVHoA9NAWV53snVDYCmJ9beDVQjodmZ9NPxQHKZGYFoscDH_BvH2VTKO9DdRxIkp5-jiBRyfrmnQ4Nw/s400/second+place.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229555117929860930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Lamma Ladies: 2nd in Repechage</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">But then, things started to go awry. We went to the semi, and we were given our first sign that not all was well with the race.<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWz6F2Sf6hhlMXnk92ERDcWO6ecF8IZq2Qmdb5QXT1dJs_zeL3hSM2xSfQsvEjM2RQXpfy2WGC4PTenDcdBg-HlxakQTQNey2M7rkDbP8uGGcGEndlGozruKShnQutXvHYorYL/s1600-h/666.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWz6F2Sf6hhlMXnk92ERDcWO6ecF8IZq2Qmdb5QXT1dJs_zeL3hSM2xSfQsvEjM2RQXpfy2WGC4PTenDcdBg-HlxakQTQNey2M7rkDbP8uGGcGEndlGozruKShnQutXvHYorYL/s400/666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229555129487849906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Dawn - the Beast - has her number called...</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The line up for boat at the startline was hellish. That same wind that had torn across the reservoir on Thursday was now pushing the bows of the dragon boats forward and back. Our guest-helm Bev fought to control our boat on the outside lane; which was far more prone to the winds.<br /><br />After innumerable delays, and Bev nearly falling overboard with the strain of keeping the boat on course, the crazy announcers ("HOOOOOLLLLLLLDDDDDD. Ready? Attention! Go!") finally started the race. Twenty-two frustrated crew members went paddling like maniacs down the course.<br /><br />However, we were not the only maniacs on the water:<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvT4PujiihxdokHuRvpp1Wx1m8L3T7jvwIM9qJ1kVaOucBVLuczQxQfxP_Ely2y5vWWYwYRlzYVo_EMJM3-QbB4A1jmrQeUB7B9kihoRqdpEmDR3wNJKBO9fzu02mmLq1dOM6/s1600-h/crash.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvT4PujiihxdokHuRvpp1Wx1m8L3T7jvwIM9qJ1kVaOucBVLuczQxQfxP_Ely2y5vWWYwYRlzYVo_EMJM3-QbB4A1jmrQeUB7B9kihoRqdpEmDR3wNJKBO9fzu02mmLq1dOM6/s400/crash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229555134411511538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Collision with Singapore Paddle Club<br /><br /></span></div> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The helmswoman for the Singapore Paddle Club lost her footing, and her boat veered swiftly into the Lamma crew, T-boning seats one and two, and knocking the Beast right off her drum and into the reservoir.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />There were a few screams and some hideous cursing as the crew craned their necks to make certain Dawn wasn't drowning or being battered by paddles. </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Lamma Ladies were - in a word - freaking.<br /><br />The Beast was swimming, Claudia and Sharon were busy picking themselves up off the floor and the rest of the crew was certain we had all died and would forever paddle in the purgatory that is a reservoir in Penang, with IDBF rules. (Ed note: On further reflection, that could be hell).</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />Fortunately, la Beast was fine, so the crew we paddled off in some other direction, wondering what to do before we went back to the pontoon.<br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexXDustSuQdpxYPYCCn1AjqIXUoj5uxihgpytVOE8-X3F2SJB_0_txIiFBOCwnEbLAwA79ZAyo4Zkph5kA2j_viQQMOLm7ix8BqbOdQ7Odrzm0d6EKobrqjFFLWdcPIrPHGUV/s1600-h/missing+what%3F.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiexXDustSuQdpxYPYCCn1AjqIXUoj5uxihgpytVOE8-X3F2SJB_0_txIiFBOCwnEbLAwA79ZAyo4Zkph5kA2j_viQQMOLm7ix8BqbOdQ7Odrzm0d6EKobrqjFFLWdcPIrPHGUV/s400/missing+what%3F.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229555136463292850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Hmmm - why is the pink lady on the speed boat? Is this a "Where's Waldo" puzzle?<br />Above, aimless lamma ladies paddle around without a .... Beast<br /><br /><br /></span></div> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Bev took us back to our start with great calm, Gina's insta-fangs were retracted, and we arrived at the dock hale and whole, if rattled and frustrated.</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />The poor helmswoman of the Singapore Paddle Club was devastated, and apologized profusely (and hey, it </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">happens</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">; nobody does that kind of thing on purpose!). </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />But now the Lamma Ladies had to decide whether they wanted to enter the next semi-final immediately, or protest the results of the one we'd just run, and possibly loose our chance to finish the 200-meter races at the event</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">With no guarantees of the outcome of an official protest, we opted to race again.<br /><br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqbbU4PkBa_HcWZ94Wz77t_sDQGfQPThzSJH8D2P1rG3H3D160dzmvZK8OCo9aXK7f6-U-eBTlaE2Mq3s2v3naI6FkEodsE3F86gw7RH2vUZGWW1tf_XebyEWGKfCmjzNK3Ke/s1600-h/last+heat.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKqbbU4PkBa_HcWZ94Wz77t_sDQGfQPThzSJH8D2P1rG3H3D160dzmvZK8OCo9aXK7f6-U-eBTlaE2Mq3s2v3naI6FkEodsE3F86gw7RH2vUZGWW1tf_XebyEWGKfCmjzNK3Ke/s400/last+heat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229555142363773170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Lamma Ladies kicking ass in the outside lane (far left)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Roaring away at the start, the ladies ran on nerves and fury, keeping apace with 2 of the top teams in the world. We ultimately crossed the finish line in 3rd place, but we were delighted to be there.<br /><br />More importantly: we were in the <span style="font-weight: bold;">top 12!!!<br /><br /></span>Saturday's race for the 200-meter final will be the ladies' <span style="font-weight: bold;">first chance at top-ten contender</span> status. Currently in either 11th or 12th place overall, we are fighting to pick up a few placements in the final. <span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNhtS7QpGLpvKUdZB5l-tQK96e3Rcc0FDkklp8Atc9Z8AavkIxtjgZ-pramU08v-wAw8u4lGmFm8kicdzIrKXvl07XnZAtfaykG6zaVF3sSOakOViGdcDGxa6zGUaBR11axfU/s1600-h/third+place+last%21.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNhtS7QpGLpvKUdZB5l-tQK96e3Rcc0FDkklp8Atc9Z8AavkIxtjgZ-pramU08v-wAw8u4lGmFm8kicdzIrKXvl07XnZAtfaykG6zaVF3sSOakOViGdcDGxa6zGUaBR11axfU/s400/third+place+last%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229555431538477890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">But really, after a new drowning, countless starter issues, boredom waiting between races, and general worries about whether or not we would have a helm (Thanks Bev!!), we reckon that overall, Saturday has GOT to be better than Friday.<br /><br />We think.<br /><br />One race only on Saturday: then to the beach to rest for a few hours before the Sunday 500 meter showdown.<br /><br />Saturday's results to be posted here later... but below: the final results for the 200 meter race on Friday.<br /></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBuEqUNVBaBDZG7oZwSj02-lsAtVA-kjmyo4NX1sK0UyAgOb21fCG17an5-zU08U8Qgc2WQ6mKXmfWHS5g8W1FGMi9Sex2Gy_70ln4KedLhqeyee8JEfdRasD1GM9jzVujRbG/s1600-h/final+offical+results.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBuEqUNVBaBDZG7oZwSj02-lsAtVA-kjmyo4NX1sK0UyAgOb21fCG17an5-zU08U8Qgc2WQ6mKXmfWHS5g8W1FGMi9Sex2Gy_70ln4KedLhqeyee8JEfdRasD1GM9jzVujRbG/s400/final+offical+results.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229695563410596434" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-84872859473766172912008-07-31T23:36:00.003+08:002008-08-01T07:49:23.698+08:00Lamma Ladies in Penang!<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">International Dragon Boat Federation (IDBF) </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">6th Club Crew World Championships 2008</span><span style="font-style: italic;">, Penang, Malaysia.</span></span><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />The Arrival:<br /><br /></span>The first thing we notice when we get to our hotel on Wednesday evening is – Hey! It’s really nice!<br />The Lamma Ladies have traveled throughout Asia on several international events, though none so big or formal as the Club Crew World Championships (more than 20 countries represented). Evidently, the Penang tourist bureau wasn’t putting its low-rent hotels on the itinerary, so our median-range hotel looks rather swank to us village girls. Real blankets on the beds! Toilet paper in the bathroom! No cockroaches! Luxury!<br /><br />That, so far, is the good news.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Troubles:<br /><br /></span>The bad news is plentiful and overwhelming. Barely 10 days before the event, the Hong Kong teams (and the rest of the Asian teams) in the Premier Women’s League discovered that unlike in Asia, the North American, Australian, and (we assume) European Dragon Boat crews all use women steerspersons/helms in the “women’s event.”<br /><br />Lest that sound obvious to the uninitiated, the nine Asian women’s teams have uniformly raced with men for helms throughout Asia, and have done so for many, many years. And although we all have been told throughout the years that these Asian races were "women's only" crews, the presence of a male helm did not nullify their standing as, well - you know - <span style="font-style: italic;">WOMEN</span>. Even by the alleged IDBF rules we were all apparently following.<br /><br />This would NOT be the case in Penang in 2008! This was a helluva spoiler, discovered too late to tell our male helm, Frazer McGilvray, who had flown in especially from the *cough* USA to make it to the event.<br /><br />No amount of cajoling or pleading, or polite or aggressive emails in advance, would move the IDBF or the Australian and North American teams on this matter (it came down to a vote between participating teams and we were outnumbered). This was a distinctly <span style="font-style: italic;">"Asian </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">problem,</span>” since it was uniformly Asian teams that were in the dark over the regulations.<br /><br />The options given to our teams were thus:<br /></span><ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Use a male helm and accaept that your results don’t count;</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Use a male helm and pay a USD $500 fine;</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Use a female helm from another team whose race doesn’t conflict with your own, and who agrees to help you out (damn good of them, really);</span></li><li><span style="font-size:100%;">Cause a big stink about it and be disqualified. Every single stinker among us.<br /></span></li></ul><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;">*<span style="font-style: italic;">* To be fair: that is what we were <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">told</span> the options were. The Lamma Ladies' flight was landing in Penang just as the managers’ meeting was commencing. We had proxy representation that informed us of the results. The stress headaches got worse from there.</span><br /><br />In the long run: approximately nine teams had to replace their male helms for a small pool of unknown women. In summary, we were told we had to give our men their walking papers.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rude side note: </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Asia – China and Hong Kong – may be the official </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">heart</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> of Dragon Boating, but apparently, the </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">head</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> is firmly running the show (and sadly, that head is buried in the crevice of another continent’s buttocks).</span></span><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKeRhBWJ19R9ggnMkQeKFD7Eco8SPd9a6cROpLeshioRuxrPDLAj1zALvYZZYQLHR3GBEcsbQgPycHDW3aenMYZ5DmTJO_MGsbxAFwdeTIGrKCBIsJDKEcQMCH5l0lsQ8Iyop/s1600-h/frazer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmKeRhBWJ19R9ggnMkQeKFD7Eco8SPd9a6cROpLeshioRuxrPDLAj1zALvYZZYQLHR3GBEcsbQgPycHDW3aenMYZ5DmTJO_MGsbxAFwdeTIGrKCBIsJDKEcQMCH5l0lsQ8Iyop/s400/frazer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229205004751565666" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Frazer - Our lone Pink Man!</span></span><br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Result of the Troubles:<br /><br /></span>Let it never be said the Lamma Ladies are not loyal! <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">In a solidarity vote, the crew opted to have Frazer helm for our first event, the 2,000 meter race, and accept the fact that although we would be given a time, our results would not be officially recognized. </span><br /><br />For the upcoming 200 and 500-meter races, we would accept an unknown female helm, and enter as full competitors, but for the 2,000-meter, we were absolutely going to go with the steersman who has helmed with us for many races these past 6 years!<br /><br />So, for our first race, we pulled on our screaming pink crew shirts, and got our butts on the water.<br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5CzM-zuiAJTzbD4rnjgNwRBIq2CagaxWtaVVhpG5ae-FfYWVgu20JqU5TjGH28K9zj1NjmQGzMSJGrKIOrEUzDLuY0qFEqYA6lOU8xf0VfBbK3znET_e6QKsuCmQuMHAafF1/s1600-h/friends+of+crew.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ5CzM-zuiAJTzbD4rnjgNwRBIq2CagaxWtaVVhpG5ae-FfYWVgu20JqU5TjGH28K9zj1NjmQGzMSJGrKIOrEUzDLuY0qFEqYA6lOU8xf0VfBbK3znET_e6QKsuCmQuMHAafF1/s400/friends+of+crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229205011199850530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lamma Ladies Make Friends Everywhere<br /><br /></span></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The First Race of the Weekend:</span><br /><br />The 2,000-meter race, which incorporates a staggered start of 12 seconds between competitors, and three hairpin turns, is challenging in the best of conditions.<br /><br />We did NOT have the best of conditions.<br /><br />The winds over the reservoir were pushing countless crews off-course, driving them into each other, and generally providing a spectacle of carnage on the water. Frazer was looking a little green as we surveyed a race that took place just 30 minutes before we were scheduled to begin.<br /><br />Conditions became so bad, that the organizers delayed proceedings for 30 minutes in hopes the situation would calm down. And it did, a little.<br /><br />Twenty Premier Women’s teams were in the 2,000- meter competition. The Lamma Ladies were in boat number nine. We inched our way forward to the start line. Each boat was staggered by 12 seconds. Teams would chase each other around the course, and fight not to be overtaken.<br /><br />We looked ahead at the start line. Boat seven was on its way. Boat eight waited to go – them, poof – they were off. Ten seconds later, our paddles were up and ready to go and – poof – we were off.<br /><br />The crew was in excellent form, the timing was perfectly in unison, and the rating was calm and measured. It was a two-kilometer race after all: dashing off like maniacs wouldn’t work for anyone.<br /><br />Of course, when one of the top three international women’s blew past us in a fine mist of water and a flash of red, we almost reconsidered.<br /></span><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfsds-MXCICn4z0N0ceGPMUr1pkYegEhW8D2FlLgr_3RTzS79xgJGkqkA-5RCy740Z4Up6MzP9erm6u2dYfZcWU1LxN27Fak0kKiKWnM_NBv-LUWMdoSpDIECSV-P0-gHljao/s1600-h/Girls+V.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfsds-MXCICn4z0N0ceGPMUr1pkYegEhW8D2FlLgr_3RTzS79xgJGkqkA-5RCy740Z4Up6MzP9erm6u2dYfZcWU1LxN27Fak0kKiKWnM_NBv-LUWMdoSpDIECSV-P0-gHljao/s400/Girls+V.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229205013498618642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ladies apres race one...<br /><br /></span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">But the crew held strong, and pushed out an excellent first attempt at a 2,000-meter race time. At 12:46, we had beaten our own practice records by nearly a minute. Moreover, Frazer steered the race magnificently, turning directly on the buoy lines and never missing an inch; taking to work the smoothest, most direct route possible.<br /><br />Once out of the boat the crew was ecstatic. This was a new distance for us, and it was not quite the time we would have liked in comparison to the field (we were NOT in the top 10 for that race, unofficially or otherwise); but it felt good and the team felt strong.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">End of the Day:<br /><br /></span>What followed was the team getting on the bus to head back to the lovely, roach-free hotel, while Claudia and Gina attended the evening’s team managers meeting. There they learned that the Canadian teams felt there was too much bumpy dirt under their marquis (and the complainant actually said the word “conspiracy” – as in “conspiracy of dirt”). Some Australians wanted more aggressive ID checks at the race stations to make sure – we gather – no secret “ringers” were being snuck into boats. We just asked for a woman helm to identify herself so we could beg her to help us on Friday. There were none available at that time.<br /><br />And so, Day One was over. Three more race days to go, and a female helm to be found by 10am on Friday morning. Precisely 11 hours from this minute! (as written). We start at 8am. Four cups of coffee ought to get us going. That and a Power Bar or two.<br /><br />Friday races: the 200-meter sprint! The target: Top 10, or puke our guts out trying!</span><br /><br />xxx the<br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;">Lamma Ladies.<br /><br /></span> </div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAJx8BHtg-HrEeTk0uKQL4ILFxBnsgCWErLWbqcqwr5NxNw6TS-KkKVy1BNI3IR8JdcZTBEOwRKMSEPXrkFOFf0VxJJqwpbXuuJb6_beL1p6srFCjUnNmYL0PgSQAgMTGLESe/s1600-h/lammaladies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZAJx8BHtg-HrEeTk0uKQL4ILFxBnsgCWErLWbqcqwr5NxNw6TS-KkKVy1BNI3IR8JdcZTBEOwRKMSEPXrkFOFf0VxJJqwpbXuuJb6_beL1p6srFCjUnNmYL0PgSQAgMTGLESe/s400/lammaladies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229205020109881186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A little crew love<br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTKPzQbbB9d_UJTWi-h1a4a1ACAOiqg-789AwTPYJeSenXJs1f5YZrFXSdpoE-7W6zN90OsmCJcktH344AC8tOnyPWjM3yCmtBHwOFdg96ijWOS5x410xSDZ98RZyD9WiArSA/s1600-h/Mel+and+crew.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTKPzQbbB9d_UJTWi-h1a4a1ACAOiqg-789AwTPYJeSenXJs1f5YZrFXSdpoE-7W6zN90OsmCJcktH344AC8tOnyPWjM3yCmtBHwOFdg96ijWOS5x410xSDZ98RZyD9WiArSA/s400/Mel+and+crew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229205023011347250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Miss Mel and company, after the race</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-16584739678000525462008-05-23T11:02:00.003+08:002008-05-23T11:18:00.976+08:00Party with the Ladieeez like it's 1988<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qIf9lRPz4A5MSLYqUSyKi73apu0EnrXAlvcbkIpxIYc3zEooFArpct1gv2oYwmHcjtH923pCYen-SU2ludhW1bYiLpcimiv-vz-4fvS7_samir7OKIU5U7iTnhAXp166OxRg/s1600-h/DB+party+poster+final-smaller.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_qIf9lRPz4A5MSLYqUSyKi73apu0EnrXAlvcbkIpxIYc3zEooFArpct1gv2oYwmHcjtH923pCYen-SU2ludhW1bYiLpcimiv-vz-4fvS7_samir7OKIU5U7iTnhAXp166OxRg/s400/DB+party+poster+final-smaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203404741536219442" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Got a secret thing for HUGE hair and especially bad cosmetics? Miss acid-wash jeans and Duran Duran? (you sad ass; talk about <span style="font-style: italic;">a view to a kill</span>).<br /><br />Join the Lamma Dragons (menfolk and wimmin-folk) for their 20th Anniversary Party on May 31st at the Island Bar - 8:00pm onwards.<br /><br />There will be the usual revelry: including jelly shots, stupid - that is, FUN! - games, tunes and hooch (and hoochie mamas: this is the Lamma Ladies we is talking about).<br /><br />Better yet, it's "Dress like it's 1988" night! Not only did 1988 bring us big hair, sparkly lip gloss (Max Factor, you are guilty of so many things...), pointy shoes and men wearing way too much eye-liner - in addition to so many assaults on our musical senses - it brought us the Lamma Dragon Ladies!<br /><br />So come on down and celebrate! Lamma Ladies of the past, present and future are all welcome (and the men too!). We'll have special 20th anniversary shirts on sale, as well as a fab selection of the 80s finest discs a-spinnin' through the evening (not really spinning; it IS the digital age after all).<br /><br />*<span style="font-style: italic;">Please note: the Lamma Ladies accept no responsibility for any emotional damage 80s flashbacks have on participants. Moonwalk at your own peril (1981-82). Crotch-grabbing - with or without sparkly goves - is not advised.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-92227626517990994262008-01-28T13:11:00.000+08:002008-01-28T13:20:13.516+08:00Lamma Ladies - Ready to roar in 2008<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdj7R95SIY1fimSbO4-WDvAGYVMdny9x0ccHsjjWuGPapQeyl3QFxJvfvWM_US3akbdNzjOWJT-9j0vdXfZw2CQmpwdHRe1hViRgk0w3td7VwBOdW7hNDfzyMTMiyX1fx7WSX/s1600-h/Lamma+recruit+2008_Page_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmdj7R95SIY1fimSbO4-WDvAGYVMdny9x0ccHsjjWuGPapQeyl3QFxJvfvWM_US3akbdNzjOWJT-9j0vdXfZw2CQmpwdHRe1hViRgk0w3td7VwBOdW7hNDfzyMTMiyX1fx7WSX/s400/Lamma+recruit+2008_Page_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160391644380727154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGH7kFMKcdS4WWnfZeJ1zSKDAJtH_juMvCPLsfHvrIYFjJ5Irw0bOKIQGt7g_57LNc6guEMRA1j0-t1UfWdLlAsTlhEVnRBr1ZXAL5Bmd-jiwCCCy7ssgnYXwGVbg2-SLUzcM/s1600-h/Lamma+recruit+2008_Page_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGH7kFMKcdS4WWnfZeJ1zSKDAJtH_juMvCPLsfHvrIYFjJ5Irw0bOKIQGt7g_57LNc6guEMRA1j0-t1UfWdLlAsTlhEVnRBr1ZXAL5Bmd-jiwCCCy7ssgnYXwGVbg2-SLUzcM/s400/Lamma+recruit+2008_Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160391652970661762" /></a>The Lamma Ladies are celebrating 20 years of kicking butt on the water and falling on our butts while celebrating!<div><br /></div><div>New paddlers are welcome to register for the 2008 season. Please visit the Island Bar (Main Street Lamma .... if you don't know where it is, you really, really need us) on Sunday, February 3rd at 3:00pm.</div><div><br /></div><div>If you cannot make it, or would like more information, please call Gina at 9121 3648, or email ginacm@netvigator.com (please add: Lamma Ladies Recruitment to the subject line).</div><div><br /></div><div>The Lamma Ladies have a 2-week window for recruitment this season. So sign up early!</div><div><br /></div><div>See you all (cold and wet) on the water!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-70177595846290435182007-06-12T14:35:00.000+08:002007-06-12T15:32:46.378+08:00Lamma Festival<div align="left">The Lamma Ladies were so excited about the first Lamma Festival! We did photo-ops and enjoyed helicopter rides with our sponsors, <a href="http://www.heliads.com.hk/">Heliads </a>(Who are so cool. Who else has helicopters to fly around in before their big races? Does Donald Trump have a team of dragon femme-bots yet? We LOVE Heliads!); and we posed and preened and wore Pink! </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIdSDcciKt-m4tALJkr4OBuFxxsKhF5DIYIwcvhbWCl-tIlrfY8cMVw4504xVdDyzVj4g_VDwCyGdQZO3sHOS1TZGjSR1eLNNqV4nf5DD5DldfzMdhkJDbvKH925gF_GVTx53/s1600-h/heligirls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075066494827621602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIdSDcciKt-m4tALJkr4OBuFxxsKhF5DIYIwcvhbWCl-tIlrfY8cMVw4504xVdDyzVj4g_VDwCyGdQZO3sHOS1TZGjSR1eLNNqV4nf5DD5DldfzMdhkJDbvKH925gF_GVTx53/s400/heligirls.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And while, that was all grand and glorious, our weather forecast looked like this:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZzqKDUYWFaiLkwqNoZJexTRxhJebQ5C2KfGJ7q7ZaG55r2tNBbnDjEEv4zFt4P0WOAJWLwnY0oHF9G7jrjTUo6_6J036xKOMlP5iSVmn0RYB78NVjcJ6mQqTgxXpppy2mvkA/s1600-h/crap+weather.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075066494827621618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKZzqKDUYWFaiLkwqNoZJexTRxhJebQ5C2KfGJ7q7ZaG55r2tNBbnDjEEv4zFt4P0WOAJWLwnY0oHF9G7jrjTUo6_6J036xKOMlP5iSVmn0RYB78NVjcJ6mQqTgxXpppy2mvkA/s400/crap+weather.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="left">We lie: The weather forecast didn't look like that for <em><strong>two</strong></em> days. It looked like that for <em><strong>eight</strong> </em>days.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We could have lived with the weather reports, after all - for 7 days solid the observatory was wrong. We <em>did not</em> have thunder and lightening and gale-force winds. We <em>did not</em> have sheets of rain falling every day (though rain did fall at night).</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We did, however, have a Red Tide. I mean, is that fair? Red Tide? </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Nevertheless, the Lamma Ladies were <em>still</em> so excited and <em>so</em> dedicated about the race, that we spent 2-3 hours on Saturday morning (June 9), wading in that lovely red-tide up to our necks, pulling litter our of the sea (approximately 4 large bin-bags full of sodden plastic bags, old netting, bottles and chip-bags and other flotsam and jetsam. In addition, Gina would like someone to buy her dinner since she picked up the floating condom with her bare hands. Failing that, she would like an AIDs test). </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Please do not mistake us: our beach is sometimes littered by jerks who drink and smoke and drop their rubbish on the shore, but the sea-litter is something different and is really only genuinely bad when there has been lots of rain (at night!) to wash it in from the Pearl River Delta (well that is what we think, anyway).</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">It wasn't pretty work, but the shoreline was 100% better and after our work, looking out into the surf, we only could only see that freaky remarkable red tide - which by then we'd become accustomed to - and clear water.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">So off we went to bed that evening, with visions of Pink Championships dancing in our heads.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxz-_CK_7OwjeGXVjo7Kq3HVqiJzSlQqPh5LYmZnutVyVdjZYAkUpb2oQFVrwlfIGl3oEHo-mi6_8FKv8pYaXlZB1HBjure5Hgbgq_fcboCeqsidWGvbDeGqFT7-jgFEhpj6V7/s1600-h/HeliLadsandLasses.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075065653014031506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxz-_CK_7OwjeGXVjo7Kq3HVqiJzSlQqPh5LYmZnutVyVdjZYAkUpb2oQFVrwlfIGl3oEHo-mi6_8FKv8pYaXlZB1HBjure5Hgbgq_fcboCeqsidWGvbDeGqFT7-jgFEhpj6V7/s400/HeliLadsandLasses.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left">Alas, many of us awoke at 4:30am, to the crackle of lightening and the HK Observatory sending out Amber rain warnings. After a few phone calls to the Observatory, we were assured that the rain warning <em>and</em> the thunderstorm warnings would be down by 7 and 9am respectively.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">So we were cheered by that. After all - the whole week had gone that way: rain at night, calm by day. But it was not to be.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJg-hE7SXSmKg30zvlaH3GW_gz13QFNj54eV3sxvvI1qlQyl6LSzUw3uq79rBljSpzFgr7O6deriYit0904h0krskiLARb5iUpCKU8-5P1yp3DS6j3qF9N4VAEzbKvtkOlSYUK/s1600-h/538170951_61b03c8d4f_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075065657308998818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJg-hE7SXSmKg30zvlaH3GW_gz13QFNj54eV3sxvvI1qlQyl6LSzUw3uq79rBljSpzFgr7O6deriYit0904h0krskiLARb5iUpCKU8-5P1yp3DS6j3qF9N4VAEzbKvtkOlSYUK/s400/538170951_61b03c8d4f_o.jpg" border="0" /></a>Everyone of the 55 teams arrived to the beach to compete. And everyone of those 55 teams managed to have <em>one race.</em> And then the really bad weather blew in.</p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1s6PKCByzt2zTMfOwLOh4T6Ia9-63LmLhvMG4Eq2t98KEy-i3qFX6FtNni385Dcz9XBomQaJXoAR5YU6jEhe2CsSFEGCGYqYdxAN6-XAp5Cdt_o-rPqsxq0OxX-2YMZOKnpr-/s1600-h/538063056_3fc353d2c6_o.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075065661603966130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1s6PKCByzt2zTMfOwLOh4T6Ia9-63LmLhvMG4Eq2t98KEy-i3qFX6FtNni385Dcz9XBomQaJXoAR5YU6jEhe2CsSFEGCGYqYdxAN6-XAp5Cdt_o-rPqsxq0OxX-2YMZOKnpr-/s400/538063056_3fc353d2c6_o.jpg" border="0" /></em></a><em> </em>Calm before the crazy-ass storm.</p><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqnUKTNGluZNDSOAxuo8AdXtpmd5cb6v7ux0Jed6q6RY3wLn-IZEEPktjsHzXtiK1D8F1ydHw3ya3GpBovbFfdY0Q13XgVHQY3XBramBVy9WPYAkgkvyssczJmH8ZMN8uMWo6/s1600-h/lammaladies.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075065661603966146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyqnUKTNGluZNDSOAxuo8AdXtpmd5cb6v7ux0Jed6q6RY3wLn-IZEEPktjsHzXtiK1D8F1ydHw3ya3GpBovbFfdY0Q13XgVHQY3XBramBVy9WPYAkgkvyssczJmH8ZMN8uMWo6/s400/lammaladies.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></em></a><em></em>Lamma Ladies prepare for their first race.<br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79z6G8kThyphenhyphenYnKlSZSRas6-1Gvqb-1D_Dkhz9fuaQhjCCvkbhuY5cfjCeXprRZjdgDkvCToN20Sc1N_gqgl-fA06P9olVK56t6of-qIXuzfj0K8Px5XyyN2-dES1Jk5O071v6X/s1600-h/swamped.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075065661603966162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79z6G8kThyphenhyphenYnKlSZSRas6-1Gvqb-1D_Dkhz9fuaQhjCCvkbhuY5cfjCeXprRZjdgDkvCToN20Sc1N_gqgl-fA06P9olVK56t6of-qIXuzfj0K8Px5XyyN2-dES1Jk5O071v6X/s400/swamped.jpg" border="0" /></em></a></p><p>By 1pm, the conditions had become too dangerous to continue. Lighting was in the air again, the sea had whitecaps at the start-line, and the steersmen and safety crews were shaking their heads. Even the surf at the shore had swelled and was swamping boats as they tried to launch.</p><p>As disappointed as we were, the Lamma Ladies are not the types to whinge and whimper. We'd rather flutter our eye-lashes and make farting noises at each other for kicks. So we closed up shop. We took down the marquees and sent home the teams and boats, and eventually, we got dry and went and drank wine and ate seafood (which -truth be told, looked a little <em>red). </em></p><p>Then we cheered each other for all the work we'd done. And we cheered Brad, and Mark and Kevin of <a href="http://thirstyhorse.com/">Thirsty Horse </a>for <em>killing themselves</em> to get the race started. And we cheered everyone who had helped on the day. </p><p>Then Brad and Mark and Gina went and found Amy and the fishermen, and we drank more beer, and toasted each other until we could not see or stand or walk in a straight line. And in a funny way, we were still almost happy. Because we know it was a brilliant venue and will soon be a brilliant race.</p><p>And the Lamma Ladies are still excited. After all, 1,200 paddlers came to our house for a party. Sure we got busted by the hand of an evil, wrathful (and clearly <em>male)</em> god; but he's going out again real soon and when he does, <em>we are going to burn down the house.*</em></p><p>It will be fantastic.</p><p>xx</p><p><strong>Next stop: Cheung Chau Races, June 17th and Stanley, June 19th!</strong><br /><br /></p><span style="font-size:85%;">* "burn down the house" is a metaphor. It is not a threat on the safety of Lamma, paddlers, competitors or mean and wrathful gods. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-74664544529535387732007-06-12T13:42:00.000+08:002007-06-12T14:35:34.957+08:00MIA: Lamma Ladies comments!It's been a crazy couple of months for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lamma</span> Ladies.<br /><br />After our fantastic 7 Deadly Sins party, the team went on to race at Tin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hau</span> and Deep Water Bay. So that kept us a little busy.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhqXcCQsYTC5vLliSyQv5fjIzMGv-Dg39nTWJvA7XtcM9C0lLRDwffA0TebCxaoRKlv-mkHtxWBAreghsBPiD8Ecf9oqsPAXjXR21Cz4so-giZH05BVVN6LLX_YiKk1_PAYH1/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075057853353421890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVhqXcCQsYTC5vLliSyQv5fjIzMGv-Dg39nTWJvA7XtcM9C0lLRDwffA0TebCxaoRKlv-mkHtxWBAreghsBPiD8Ecf9oqsPAXjXR21Cz4so-giZH05BVVN6LLX_YiKk1_PAYH1/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /></a> Vicky waving to her fan club.</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrhCByfhxXv3QTKq4Qg1MIU1-HXxlP-28qa1roE0sMl8asMc_Drk0uJCvSOsU08jKct-yuUesVCXPvOUZ0lPLYqUiiSA0Q1y8NgNHSZ7IWyDGXrT4c6BW-nJgLLlFJxc4ulnA/s1600-h/16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075057857648389202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrhCByfhxXv3QTKq4Qg1MIU1-HXxlP-28qa1roE0sMl8asMc_Drk0uJCvSOsU08jKct-yuUesVCXPvOUZ0lPLYqUiiSA0Q1y8NgNHSZ7IWyDGXrT4c6BW-nJgLLlFJxc4ulnA/s400/16.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lamma</span> Dragons (mixed team). Dawn's hair is getting<br />the most action here. It's BIG, it's flying!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXj9va6txlEdnfNNPH83FCAijjQ06rFLIE0msESfdAfpkimAgRtu_LfLR_9FgAGkHDdjBCQABO5UUHYAHxqP_pDNC8F4khCQjdHumV2JSAb3usfXYFEz3Mk27Aottju2gAMLq/s1600-h/22.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075057857648389218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXj9va6txlEdnfNNPH83FCAijjQ06rFLIE0msESfdAfpkimAgRtu_LfLR_9FgAGkHDdjBCQABO5UUHYAHxqP_pDNC8F4khCQjdHumV2JSAb3usfXYFEz3Mk27Aottju2gAMLq/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /></a>The littlest paddler: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Sai</span> Bee's grandson learns the ropes.<br /></p><p align="left">At Deep Water Bay, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lamma</span> Ladies returned in force to do things completely differently this year. Instead of T-boning the other teams, as was our unofficial game plane in 2006 (thanks Frazer! we miss you!), we decide to move everyone around in the boat, not practice our changes much in advance of racing, and generally take the piss since we are all so brilliant and strong.</p><p align="left">What is the first rule of competition? DON'T CHANGE ANYTHING.</p><p align="left">Did we remember this rule? NO.</p><p align="left">Did we pay for it? YES YES YES.</p><p align="left">Well, we paid for it with a bronze medal. It's not like we got slapped around or anything, or - heaven forbid - <em>"blown out of the water" </em>- as one rubbish media outlet would bizarrely mistake the event (top three ladies teams all crossed the line point-naught of a second behind one another).</p><p align="left">And were we PINK that day? We were amazingly <em>pink</em>. We were so pink that our new shirts ran dye and left behind boats full of bright pink water. You'd think we planned that our something...</p><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMnDDEYRZnRRDhN0JdS-tsjrglZx0b_hDHE_hyphenhyphentNuNQzhqQijYQ_Q3b0XQ_PivbkAol0gAza5nETkRt0ils_qetkh_nRvNCfKAJSVJ8Tdz4imG8zACcAuc49tEEEop7aaXN9Q/s1600-h/ladies+on+the+beach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075057857648389234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMnDDEYRZnRRDhN0JdS-tsjrglZx0b_hDHE_hyphenhyphentNuNQzhqQijYQ_Q3b0XQ_PivbkAol0gAza5nETkRt0ils_qetkh_nRvNCfKAJSVJ8Tdz4imG8zACcAuc49tEEEop7aaXN9Q/s400/ladies+on+the+beach.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Lamma</span> Ladies and assorted progeny at Deep Water Bay.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQogCSALilYObpgoHZzeUs74AV2JFGYNYDxlxyXHM36-g_m6yj-T2ownLdeJ2a9M550CxOFITKqZbU1MLaO08_cIcZFjuWrYEkz0kScDzBdY9Q5X-4H8TmHNu6tEtybKIJJUjL/s1600-h/DWB+race+shot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075057861943356546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQogCSALilYObpgoHZzeUs74AV2JFGYNYDxlxyXHM36-g_m6yj-T2ownLdeJ2a9M550CxOFITKqZbU1MLaO08_cIcZFjuWrYEkz0kScDzBdY9Q5X-4H8TmHNu6tEtybKIJJUjL/s400/DWB+race+shot.jpg" border="0" /></a> Racing neck and neck - look carefully: do you see any explosions?<br /></p>At the end of the day, the races were brilliant, and the Ladies worked hard to prepare for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">their</span> next HUGE race, <a href="http://www.lammadragonboat.com/">The First <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Lamma</span> International Dragon Boat Festival.</a> And what were the results of this brilliant, exciting, "oh-my-god-i-need-to-go-pee-i-am-so-excited" event.<br /><br />Well hell, didn't you read that already?<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-25772856900250959932007-05-10T14:52:00.000+08:002007-05-10T17:00:44.621+08:00The Sinners' Circle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPsLg3ejI5fzJEw3XvfdCEMcUF0rt6YBx7HtkYXQ-CaVcHuOlNY_sja1KtgPfAPDFznLtdJyfj1rVxWFwmymqLZppz4y6GrISCmd28DTlNZySHgRTb4KwYUVOYyLW5VICYXxY/s1600-h/IMG_5014.JPG"></a><p><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcKICcPCo-bzbt2AFbuczsm9ffWPfRC7qfWpprlqM2kdnxuQnV18XRSzQgGZpipJzzSibbpmMl3TK44eR80krpp_A2N3qz-fcTTz3DILlx0ldQ0ZRvq_T648udK-2i2lu81iN/s1600-h/Lamma-Dragons-7361.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062827235233160818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixcKICcPCo-bzbt2AFbuczsm9ffWPfRC7qfWpprlqM2kdnxuQnV18XRSzQgGZpipJzzSibbpmMl3TK44eR80krpp_A2N3qz-fcTTz3DILlx0ldQ0ZRvq_T648udK-2i2lu81iN/s400/Lamma-Dragons-7361.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">On the night of the <a href="http://www.lammadragons.com">Lamma Dragons</a> Seven Deadly Sins party, the teams raised almost $20,000 HKD for the club. Funds are critical to keeping the team racing, particularly at the Stanley Festival in June. Race organizers charge almost $10,000 per team for <em>entry</em> alone. Rental for a tarp/space on the beach and a spot to moor a junk cost a few thousand more. How fantastic then that we are all immeasurably wealthy!</p><p>One of our best fund-raisers for the evening was the auction of Harry Harrison's generously donated, super-duper original Lamma Dragons cartoon. Auctioneer, Paul Freak-man Davis very nearly outbid the audience. Eventually, Claudia (Prideful) Tarr dragged it from his stinking claws for $3,100. Thanks Harry, Claudia and Paul for your generosity, greed and envy!</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVm2hzaQwAJYO9-yas-KlCzZKljpc6eoovK3IxJVS00fYhgfnuQWjdeHlCJ1Lf6t2uwbRxQjbBDXGt9Zpg3v7OtblndxeJk6ct51KMMom7pjpJLSY0OEMvvxSIJjrIv7hD37H/s1600-h/IMG_4992.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062827222348258898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVm2hzaQwAJYO9-yas-KlCzZKljpc6eoovK3IxJVS00fYhgfnuQWjdeHlCJ1Lf6t2uwbRxQjbBDXGt9Zpg3v7OtblndxeJk6ct51KMMom7pjpJLSY0OEMvvxSIJjrIv7hD37H/s400/IMG_4992.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Featuring gay pride (trannies Jo and George), fuzzy lion pride (Karen) and Sloth (the Beast! Ms Dawn).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6rhcpyG_LDA-yEM0PK37BuKE-87xrT2Mqs4ra5INlhkZlTXulIcQXeJJUWFDtBMUcsO8EHh2vTgUzCC1J0bILlw5hD2-sptRowPGBEQRz2pCpl_YaMELA4OfcVc4P6l-nz34/s1600-h/elo+and+becky.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062827218053291586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6rhcpyG_LDA-yEM0PK37BuKE-87xrT2Mqs4ra5INlhkZlTXulIcQXeJJUWFDtBMUcsO8EHh2vTgUzCC1J0bILlw5hD2-sptRowPGBEQRz2pCpl_YaMELA4OfcVc4P6l-nz34/s400/elo+and+becky.jpg" border="0" /></a> Becky looks perfectly sinful here, but Elo appears far too sweet to be at a sin party. Apparently, she was going to dress as lust, but David kept interfering with her as she tried to leave the house. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOd-acZedwtdp0IbvU8OXoX2N6I4-DH5F3nu__y_C607RhIpr63BHRaZtO6oFV084WRyUzvk4ZxeS-BD1tVb_6ff4wkWahubQMKXMBTTAhxdah3RrORm6b4NEaOok0gKiOh0XQ/s1600-h/wrath+and+sloth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826848686104034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOd-acZedwtdp0IbvU8OXoX2N6I4-DH5F3nu__y_C607RhIpr63BHRaZtO6oFV084WRyUzvk4ZxeS-BD1tVb_6ff4wkWahubQMKXMBTTAhxdah3RrORm6b4NEaOok0gKiOh0XQ/s400/wrath+and+sloth.jpg" border="0" /></a>Wrathful Andrew clutching his lustful, slothful mizzez.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIb4i6kSbq-8373F5i2HrC3ZTYETasvyhi_zNvJJvGSSwVp67vJA0bm9UPi3jVr_sk3C29V1h8RaUB9pLkt-g6Nzp_p2iTPAAJtAyFQTD8qB6qmAawwlrGKSblC_kADjGGszJ/s1600-h/tina+and+gina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826852981071346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaIb4i6kSbq-8373F5i2HrC3ZTYETasvyhi_zNvJJvGSSwVp67vJA0bm9UPi3jVr_sk3C29V1h8RaUB9pLkt-g6Nzp_p2iTPAAJtAyFQTD8qB6qmAawwlrGKSblC_kADjGGszJ/s400/tina+and+gina.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tina and Gina appear to be practicing the sins of fashion violence. Or Gina is in drag. Sometimes it's hard to tell...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyKmiQCv2bi5GK-EYCt9QEq_7SbxJp9dw-jIyy45YYlnNdOBVbFJcxCU9F5SxqZGh-rv0Ww9MM2X7krlN8q1dFGfLkeOU21slQW8BtW1dvjh-gO9Tk59dlHuN5e_oMuXtFfvC4/s1600-h/mr+rage.jpg"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvMrFc7e_kd4KHwrJTOC8-EBtTyaAt_fukXGlXqpVrdzDJT6nkesiqJGRP4vdUpsfXIbTTC1UZpi92IYELORrWMlEKFOPDeKPJojL9JdvfdOATSzXAvrYxOrKEPZwKcI1Cj-P/s1600-h/envy+devil+lust.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826852981071378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvMrFc7e_kd4KHwrJTOC8-EBtTyaAt_fukXGlXqpVrdzDJT6nkesiqJGRP4vdUpsfXIbTTC1UZpi92IYELORrWMlEKFOPDeKPJojL9JdvfdOATSzXAvrYxOrKEPZwKcI1Cj-P/s400/envy+devil+lust.jpg" border="0" /></a> Envy Li, and two multi-sinners, Becky and Michelle (who has legs up to her neck).</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik85sYhgyLaD7kYqiCl0SVv4yiRPqOBgznMa58pF5Pvokezb2GrBMSScqh-LMz8a-_tcBpmgpTcSZpYSrOOFtbWRHuu8-pOCljVZj5GZRoIqkORnPpJj1LZ3__Muz06f-4yxnP/s1600-h/georgie+tranny.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826857276038690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik85sYhgyLaD7kYqiCl0SVv4yiRPqOBgznMa58pF5Pvokezb2GrBMSScqh-LMz8a-_tcBpmgpTcSZpYSrOOFtbWRHuu8-pOCljVZj5GZRoIqkORnPpJj1LZ3__Muz06f-4yxnP/s400/georgie+tranny.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tran-tastic Georgie.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxu18Hp7uhDqb_U1dHAOhd8XwVH4j-0jdt4VIelmBPk7A6XNJExDxwLypMjgrIfaQUC4kbXAIxEKEr4nTKsgzgfI4mSYuWl6HcwxqhbhyNw6zfNFQQZzeI6lPKJddEHAgYfzS/s1600-h/laura+and+crew.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826616757869986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdxu18Hp7uhDqb_U1dHAOhd8XwVH4j-0jdt4VIelmBPk7A6XNJExDxwLypMjgrIfaQUC4kbXAIxEKEr4nTKsgzgfI4mSYuWl6HcwxqhbhyNw6zfNFQQZzeI6lPKJddEHAgYfzS/s400/laura+and+crew.jpg" border="0" /></a> Gluttony, envy, "would-be-lust" and "real" lust. Laura, Christine, Elo and Vicky (they call her "vixen" for a reason) line up. Special note: Laura has been warned that the nipple shirt will <em>not</em> help her find a hot, new man. Perverts maybe; not new men - no.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSht2vOZ1eZvSlD_hOXcGX24Z8XPbUycewzxmmfAqw9uo__lYMRPjXkPyp0Sv_vpDynk5GB1USzYqrJh5vXF9rBDxQLSovu72B7UV-wKLBmrBjGOS05Zb-_ojykAwKCXkW5VG/s1600-h/pig+men.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826621052837298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSht2vOZ1eZvSlD_hOXcGX24Z8XPbUycewzxmmfAqw9uo__lYMRPjXkPyp0Sv_vpDynk5GB1USzYqrJh5vXF9rBDxQLSovu72B7UV-wKLBmrBjGOS05Zb-_ojykAwKCXkW5VG/s400/pig+men.jpg" border="0" /></a> The Lamma Dragon men - just before they go home and put on their costumes.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiloVu6GZGXXh3CU33l2Uq0Cv7nYYPU5QCzF5DMsyoqcphDyb__ZPLfouZryuBTznQqr9HHwVtUyOCKMknfbhhtGSJ5bVAs7RCnPOfYSmEr334xHwXpiwvrZsMgAvwzMD5uIOJs/s1600-h/slutty+arja.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826621052837314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiloVu6GZGXXh3CU33l2Uq0Cv7nYYPU5QCzF5DMsyoqcphDyb__ZPLfouZryuBTznQqr9HHwVtUyOCKMknfbhhtGSJ5bVAs7RCnPOfYSmEr334xHwXpiwvrZsMgAvwzMD5uIOJs/s400/slutty+arja.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sleazy - lustful Arja - the Finn.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg266czG_m2HIX4n_n1T5hP48dpumFblwg-K1faXGneupXkZB3vVVXAraulzK1oyY919REYP7-31LOUl69J9BTVaVCBKH5d-wyLjS7YO6B3Mkc3Zy90hDv39uEK5tltBxhK_HWe/s1600-h/sinner+girls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826621052837330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg266czG_m2HIX4n_n1T5hP48dpumFblwg-K1faXGneupXkZB3vVVXAraulzK1oyY919REYP7-31LOUl69J9BTVaVCBKH5d-wyLjS7YO6B3Mkc3Zy90hDv39uEK5tltBxhK_HWe/s400/sinner+girls.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bad Blonds.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglBnhsWWnglaP9rdpv4YVR2dphzhW1-JWIaqkY_nA6iUhdC15O0AVznBL4BiUASs9LKnQZ3TYKy8pEr0N2Omfsea2sEa5eUlXYZT1JFoOqO2sM5D7lcrr-OSctWnmexIBG0Goo/s1600-h/captain+crazy+max.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826371944734018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglBnhsWWnglaP9rdpv4YVR2dphzhW1-JWIaqkY_nA6iUhdC15O0AVznBL4BiUASs9LKnQZ3TYKy8pEr0N2Omfsea2sEa5eUlXYZT1JFoOqO2sM5D7lcrr-OSctWnmexIBG0Goo/s400/captain+crazy+max.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mad Max - please don't ask, since we haven't a clue...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8QWSGa8-9vUF6gjecHm5Cf-AfxIBZvB6t1z_lA1MHwILNlvY700tiNjl4PlqX1H2lp2OQHJ1sclhGPDR2ezxsSfbB-eyOLLlwetgY8Uke-eNLv6-mjDxLiyUbOh1JK6CZsEW/s1600-h/claudia+pride.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826371944734034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo8QWSGa8-9vUF6gjecHm5Cf-AfxIBZvB6t1z_lA1MHwILNlvY700tiNjl4PlqX1H2lp2OQHJ1sclhGPDR2ezxsSfbB-eyOLLlwetgY8Uke-eNLv6-mjDxLiyUbOh1JK6CZsEW/s400/claudia+pride.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pride #1<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qcybsghQLhYZ7eYI9-ZQKj2eVBQJVzSMVKV8oXHl2gBxtoLtFCLIQkipL2sTabxG0XkmN5Erkb4yznnpvmCp4SOB0FJY20XJ8ZJTXqjNYLReTxlf8K1LVGZIdwh4bTRvHofi/s1600-h/pride+mcgregor+growl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826376239701346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1qcybsghQLhYZ7eYI9-ZQKj2eVBQJVzSMVKV8oXHl2gBxtoLtFCLIQkipL2sTabxG0XkmN5Erkb4yznnpvmCp4SOB0FJY20XJ8ZJTXqjNYLReTxlf8K1LVGZIdwh4bTRvHofi/s400/pride+mcgregor+growl.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pride #2<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlQSbQcHcF_hooa6kC0YCk2Gya0bwHE4eRKKXpYPSt5Favbh2qAF3TlNYTwQtS_3U7O3O3I6JMUNYtAu6roaJnM1-eOH_E4LmfU9X0x0sBm0UxrfH3DEVZB6hSQUjGK-xAXLd/s1600-h/karen+pride.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826376239701362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjlQSbQcHcF_hooa6kC0YCk2Gya0bwHE4eRKKXpYPSt5Favbh2qAF3TlNYTwQtS_3U7O3O3I6JMUNYtAu6roaJnM1-eOH_E4LmfU9X0x0sBm0UxrfH3DEVZB6hSQUjGK-xAXLd/s400/karen+pride.jpg" border="0" /></a> Pride #3 (the Disney version)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4_tXghLWwp5pEhPyzxd7xrL-QAW7gc1VRitKrvTvgh8eQgYUsmbzT5tctXCscVLFphgN3y1aNIwhUAsg5LKwGk7jkiLbnI8O28NHb7CumX1MaMiZjkuiZ0h1wuFjxwDQmOsr/s1600-h/sex+pride+avarice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062826376239701378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4_tXghLWwp5pEhPyzxd7xrL-QAW7gc1VRitKrvTvgh8eQgYUsmbzT5tctXCscVLFphgN3y1aNIwhUAsg5LKwGk7jkiLbnI8O28NHb7CumX1MaMiZjkuiZ0h1wuFjxwDQmOsr/s400/sex+pride+avarice.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lust/wrath Sharon - mysterious middleman- and Jo Sveedish as Avarice.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTwOTDQZ_sZ7OdnC4yp19THmINjyZFPfGO5Cp4k7sjpINWQ9pk4_UoHbsUSl2JQSNkNQnnKeCThQWnb_3ForPCZ4STtoPCNPvT93Pty6cfoNBYS0fIwrafDSGjU7ScF6vTGj7/s1600-h/avarice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062825993987611938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTwOTDQZ_sZ7OdnC4yp19THmINjyZFPfGO5Cp4k7sjpINWQ9pk4_UoHbsUSl2JQSNkNQnnKeCThQWnb_3ForPCZ4STtoPCNPvT93Pty6cfoNBYS0fIwrafDSGjU7ScF6vTGj7/s400/avarice.jpg" border="0" /></a> Now <em>that </em>is avarice: Liesbeth<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy9qJAGbq_yBqh1uXmZ5745oLO8C1VmaG44gJOjFe4ElnwhFyDD28UP6QbPF9GqoiOx6OPa4tG-7UQnrr0sLqrPCQxTeuxxx-vNLBeK7RrVO4lyknzWzBXnhyHP7Hc_RWRvPxF/s1600-h/bling+jo.jpg"></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062825989692644626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsip4awoPEoNIvaLqs7212ss08pa1XfZ7vAyn-WBDwdj90SfLqT4KW1NTd2N-KOftxEf37AoAvycvn7Vp_CFCBgcZUAjdSpjCLeHziLf0iCvdcK5foV8-JAsB90na9trXsuBRo/s400/!DSC_7312.jpg" border="0" /> Franco-Finnish sin-stokers<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYo8fcHsPauc8nR7SoKGmlptIE5xNvXt7arMjoxl3nEHs7Skvsz1YM3T3-d4yqYxmlijk9LMrV-NFTe9bGXsfYLEfQNPwcGdLXunUEhuZ1QuCbQBTgdC05LXgTr65HnAU8uqy/s1600-h/!DSC_7303.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062825989692644610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqYo8fcHsPauc8nR7SoKGmlptIE5xNvXt7arMjoxl3nEHs7Skvsz1YM3T3-d4yqYxmlijk9LMrV-NFTe9bGXsfYLEfQNPwcGdLXunUEhuZ1QuCbQBTgdC05LXgTr65HnAU8uqy/s400/!DSC_7303.jpg" border="0" /></a> </p><p>The seven deadly sins...<br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-65710847715302539012007-04-30T08:24:00.000+08:002007-04-30T13:58:37.829+08:00silver bellesSome nine or ten days has gone by since the Lamma Ladies were chastised for their vulgar ways in the public <a href="http://www.lamma.com.hk/">http://www.lamma.com.hk/</a> forum.<br /><br />Since then, there has been some confusion over the activities of the Lamma Ladies, as we have been away racing (as we are wont to do), and lammaladies-spotters have mistaken the fishermen's night training for the usual riotous Pink Ladies. <em>Nkarraker</em> mourned what he/she believed was a silent Lamma ladies crew:<br /><blockquote>Well, you all have done it now. We were eating in one of the seaview restaurants tonight after dark and on the horizon we saw a dragonboat with its tiny lights coming into the harbor, I am certain, from another part of the South China Sea. In utter silence. No boom, boom, boom. No big tamasha. No shouting, shouting. No intricate rhythms on the drum. Like so many faceless seagoers paddling on a quiet communal rowing machine. I hope you are happy now.</blockquote>We would hasten to assure Mr/Ms Nkarraker that <em>nothing </em>shuts the Lamma Ladies up.<br /><br />Those were, in fact, the Lamma Fishermen, who - we are delighted to say - won a spectacular traditional fishermen's race in Cheung Chau on Sunday, April 29th! Those fishermen's boats are FAST! So the Yung Shue Wan, Lamma North Fishermen were <em>superfast!</em> And victorious. And Fantastic. And did we mention that they are the greatest?<br /><br />Back to the Lamma Ladies:<br /><br />We are pleased to announce that the Beast Master (known to laymen as the "drummer"), has taken on a new nick-name: Big Tamasha.<br /><br />She seems to like it.<br /><br />In racing news, the Pink Ladies attended their first race of the season in Shatin on Sunday, April 21. There is nothing quite like getting up at 6am to catch the 6:40 ferry to Shatin on a Sunday, then waiting for several <em>hours</em> between 1-minute races (our average time was 55 seconds over 200 meters). However, the day can be summed up by this photo:<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Wz9NGlGwp54eFwYRE0Jxaz4WnsEXeDuBDbzLwJ1Kc9W-cXzAX_92oj8-0MESwreiAv1XJrYOnFBWz2PsVXCYBernUF08yRnGrsehLcK49fg4G6NlQh3uFD63rD7zeE9bYBum/s1600-h/lying+around..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059012037258960082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Wz9NGlGwp54eFwYRE0Jxaz4WnsEXeDuBDbzLwJ1Kc9W-cXzAX_92oj8-0MESwreiAv1XJrYOnFBWz2PsVXCYBernUF08yRnGrsehLcK49fg4G6NlQh3uFD63rD7zeE9bYBum/s400/lying+around..jpg" border="0" /></a>How time just flies between those races. </p><p align="left">And did we mention the <em>toilets</em>? There were FOUR porta-potties available for some 600 people. What can we tell you about that? We can tell you that it was <em>revolting.</em> Anyone who doubts the Lamma Ladies dedication to their sport has NEVER had to use a porta-potty that has served 600 athletes over an 8-hour period. Gas masks may have helped, but we are dubious that even that would have been enough.</p><p align="left">Note to race providers. <em>Get more bloody toilets next time!</em></p><p align="left">As for the races: the Lamma Lovelies were split into two boats for the 200-meter Shatin drag race. In the following photo, our A-team boat is racing against four other crews for the final event.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEbd3vbr_vFSuqP9k0K406iRIv3BTrows4suqXu193uuQvDGbmc1dC25eg0jxO0HbQccgsrYTaVwyuuHLCbsztav5pkPG9r8WmRtmMKnWmthVYT7yP8MneMJ8UiRXnJEXpBc9/s1600-h/00019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059012028669025426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZEbd3vbr_vFSuqP9k0K406iRIv3BTrows4suqXu193uuQvDGbmc1dC25eg0jxO0HbQccgsrYTaVwyuuHLCbsztav5pkPG9r8WmRtmMKnWmthVYT7yP8MneMJ8UiRXnJEXpBc9/s400/00019.jpg" border="0" /></a>After a blistering start, the Lamma Ladies pushed on to win a silver medal in their first event. It was, in fact, an excellent start to the season, although some of us were a little sniffy that we hadn't won the gold. </p><p align="left">Well that is just <strong>hubris</strong>, and the Lamma Ladies would hate to be guilty of unwarranted <strong>pride</strong>. In any case, we are very happy to say that our second-place medals give us greater incentive to make Big Tamashas in the harbour, scream louder, and paddler harder!</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2b4b2YdmosQLtyXZP94yJcAU-Ui2a6t0IYrDgBcqehw2Q8Jgu6DldiHRD8wPxovrfZm3kWoxXBT5dmeFB5AnAAVTjOUw1dN79-aVWMg20smIjwAMv46Nj1nH8GDa6PJ9gBTR/s1600-h/00020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059012028669025442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv2b4b2YdmosQLtyXZP94yJcAU-Ui2a6t0IYrDgBcqehw2Q8Jgu6DldiHRD8wPxovrfZm3kWoxXBT5dmeFB5AnAAVTjOUw1dN79-aVWMg20smIjwAMv46Nj1nH8GDa6PJ9gBTR/s400/00020.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Above are five tired boats at the finish line. We are the pink boat, in case there is any doubt.<br /><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GNZfqput3-u1ZqCtPTtLm_9-LaDN5WBrM73cm2RwrKA5PAr750pOA5dZZVBF0XXGmO9ff1lzzZCaMdFUoywrc5GC6rmVZdp215veyeb6AAxVObiAb2uwqlDd8VyN_V2jY5L5/s1600-h/00030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059012037258960066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GNZfqput3-u1ZqCtPTtLm_9-LaDN5WBrM73cm2RwrKA5PAr750pOA5dZZVBF0XXGmO9ff1lzzZCaMdFUoywrc5GC6rmVZdp215veyeb6AAxVObiAb2uwqlDd8VyN_V2jY5L5/s400/00030.jpg" border="0" /></a>And here we are, making faces and cheering over our fist silver medal of the season! Two of us are drinking wine in this photo. For purposes of fairness and anonymity, we cannot identify Georgie, in the pink tights and blue hat, or Michelle, in the black dress and fashionable white sneakers as the wine drinkers. But if we could, we would say that was them. </p><p>Drinking wine.... On the podium.... Shocking.</p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">(The rest of us hid our beer cans behind our backs).</span></p><p>On Sunday, April 29th, the Lamma Ladies were invited to a traditional colour boat race in Cheung Chau. This is the same race that the <em>Fishermen </em>attended and <strong><em>won </em></strong>(we mentioned that, right?).</p><p>Again the Lamma Ladies took a silver medal, though we had never raced in colour boats before.</p><p>This is what we have to say about colour boats: </p><ul><li>They are about 20 feet long. </li><li>They are about 1-foot deep. </li><li>They are evidently designed for women who weigh less that 40kgs.</li></ul><p>We are afraid to say that although the Lamma Ladies may be working on "perfect asses," we have never stipulated that they be perfectly <em>tiny</em> asses. </p><p>And so, with each stroke from our magnificent arms, our boats would lunge across the water like demented, drunken beasts; skittering sideways and throwing up bow waves that could have sunk barges, and generally foiling our best efforts to <em>glide</em> across the water in graceful unison.</p><p>What the hell: we lunged our way across the finish line, picked up our two trophies (two boats won trophies!), and then ran off to eat shellfish and race sampans back to Lamma, with lots of "shouting shouting" along the way.</p><p>See us at our next race: THE TIN HAU FESTIVAL - in Yung Shue Wan, Lamma Island, on May 9!</p><p>There will be <em>only </em>decorous 'shouting shouting' at Tin Hau, since we have tremendous respect for our local race to this benevolent goddess of the sea. </p><p>Not even the Lamma Ladies mess with the sea gods. That's just stupid.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-8931986213824583112007-04-18T10:10:00.000+08:002007-04-18T11:54:36.422+08:00"Enticing lustful (sic) opiatics" and our "tight, dampened shorts"It is with overwhelming shame that we, the Lamma Ladies have recently learned that our outrageous, immoral behaviour is offending the sensibilities of the more principled members of Lamma society.<br /><br />In a recent photo essay on <a href="http://www.lamma.com.hk/">http://www.lamma.com.hk/</a>, Lamma-gung posted some snaps of the Lamma Ladies getting ready to begin a training session on Saturday, April 14th, 4:30pm-6pm .<br /><br />(Readers: You may want to consult you diaries, in case you noted any disturbance to your public-decency barometers during that period.)<br /><br />According to the <a href="http://www.lamma.com.hk/forum/viewtopic.php?t=3972">forum</a> on <a href="http://www2.blogger.com/www.lamma.com.hk">Lamma.com</a>, the loud, violent drumming and the "Too much of shouting shouting," was particularly loathsome to some of the more morally upstanding denizens of the Lamma community.<br /><br />In addition to our "too much of shouting shouting..." the Lamma <strike>Ladies</strike> harridans have been urged to stop this disgraceful exercising in public and do what <em>proper </em>ladies, of exemplary dignity have done for centuries: stay home.<br /><br />"Maybe machine for rowing is better," opines one gentleman.<br /><br /><blockquote>"The ladies dancing on tables after consuming alcohol, and it is not suitable for these ladies to behave in such a manner. Too much of excitement . Staying home is better and having [home rowing] machine will give the exercise," he concludes. </blockquote><br />We are delighted that exercise remains on the agenda, what, with all the jackboot polishing we will likely be doing (as befits proper, dignified ladies) we'll need to keep up our strength.<br /><br />Our greatest shame came from the febrile pen of one <em>Mr/Ms </em><a href="http://www.lamma.com.hk/forum/profile.php?mode=viewprofile&u=1262&sid=d99028571decc4a2d6ab9f91a51ac44a" name="34019"></a><em>tjungarayi </em>who wrote:<br /><blockquote>Not only (do the Lamma <strike>Ladies</strike> harridans have) loose morals but they look they are all on drugs.<br />Steroids that is! Just look at the shoulders and forearms on some of those... .em... 'ladies'. Popeye, eat your heart out! [Editor's note: Popeye was a <strike>pussy</strike> wuss, as are all men who are perplexed by muscular women.]<br /><br />At last the voice of the moral stalwart can be heard among those in this forum. Bring back the morals of queen Victoria, the quiet dignified ladies and gentlemen of yesteryear.<br /><br />Get rid of the smut and scantily clad women in pink lycra swim wear. Enough of the grunting echoes in Yung Shu Wan.<br /><br />These women should be setting an example to the young ladies on the island not <em>parading about in tight dampened shorts riding up their suntanned thighs</em>. What effect will thse women have on the young men on the island I ask?<br /><br />They will lead young men into the ways of wickedness and depravation. <em>Enticing<br />lustful opiatic like sodden dreams on warm balmy nights.</em> Blinding our young men<br />to upright meaningful Protestant occupation. Alas what has this island come to. (?) </blockquote>Well, quite apart from the atrocious punctuation, this certainly put <em>us</em> in our place!<br /><br />If we had known that parading around Lamma, with our "tight dampened shorts riding up our suntanned thighs" would lead to "enticing lustful opiatic like sodden dreams on warm balmy nights," well - we'd never wear anything else!<br /><br />We do, however, apologize for the "sodden dreams."<br /><br />Perhaps some "Young Men" on Lamma should consider rubber sheets? Nocturnal emissions are nothing to be ashamed of, certainly, but they do make your bedding a little funky after a time.<br /><br />In conclusion, the Lamma <em>Ladies</em> (reborn, harridans no more!) would like to offer our since apologies to those people we've offended with our crass, unfeminine behaviour. Should you care to discuss the matter with us at a future date, please drop by after a training session.<br /><br />We'll be a little tired, but we'll still be happy to kick your sorry, <em>whinging</em> asses.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-69858539176256728182007-03-29T09:50:00.000+08:002007-03-29T10:05:02.712+08:00when the sun shines out of Claudia's armpits<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotyCoyQRsp-apKkAPbdaIeqFgGeAwTnUc10jON8WgGBRDbd4y0XKwbPxo-inR7PYRVqZcj0yp4shg3h3vYNePyFtcnXgqDfZjrXLyWytVO9Fe7U_X5K6jZguVwz9suYely-CQ/s1600-h/Lamma+Beer+Babes+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047159023386993202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiotyCoyQRsp-apKkAPbdaIeqFgGeAwTnUc10jON8WgGBRDbd4y0XKwbPxo-inR7PYRVqZcj0yp4shg3h3vYNePyFtcnXgqDfZjrXLyWytVO9Fe7U_X5K6jZguVwz9suYely-CQ/s320/Lamma+Beer+Babes+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ah yes, now we remember where the Lamma Ladies got their reputation for aggravatingly laid-back behaviour!</div><div> </div><div>Behold: two natural brunettes and four suspiciously sun-shiney blonds. Please note: they drinks were consumed <em>after</em> a practice.</div><div> </div><div>And yes: the sun does shine out of Claudia's arm-pits. Sometimes it shines out of the Beast Master's butt. Sometimes.</div><div> </div><div>Georgie: butt blisters are <em>no excuse</em> for this shocking display. Put your pants on! (Nice legs!)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-83223872389283303182007-03-24T15:59:00.000+08:002007-03-24T16:09:38.427+08:00Introducing: the Perfect Ass awards!Now that the Lamma Ladies have put down the Doritos, we've started our usual exercise routine of beer-chugging (those steins are <span style="font-style: italic;">heavy!</span>) and occasionally getting <span style="font-style: italic;">off the sofa</span> to change the channel. (okay, we lost the remote).<br /><br />There are a few mad individuals who have embraced the hillsides of Lamma, and decided that running up and down them, over and over and over again, might aid in their performance in the dragon boats.<br /><br />For these brave and hardy individuals, we hereby announce the "perfect ass" competition.<br /><br />Here is a photo that our fellow web-izens have deemed a perfect ass:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TockU336HXvU7hTm_jRcS5XI25A4k0xsQcBcxc3Y0usdT0Dp8qBv6ANr6BKPrT5_TJvjPz60SZBffSrUkO3ZCJ0gTvuPgrPZvp-0JW2R_ohEAOo4NEbjX5j-lj4Mhvlw1Zkt/s1600-h/keyra_agustina_01_005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TockU336HXvU7hTm_jRcS5XI25A4k0xsQcBcxc3Y0usdT0Dp8qBv6ANr6BKPrT5_TJvjPz60SZBffSrUkO3ZCJ0gTvuPgrPZvp-0JW2R_ohEAOo4NEbjX5j-lj4Mhvlw1Zkt/s400/keyra_agustina_01_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045398762514089842" border="0" /></a><br />Please note: this is NOT a Lamma Color-coded approved ass, it is merely a "perfect ass" representation, as denoted by our worldly peers (online, not in real life).<br /><br />Cheeky number, isn't she? (We have no idea what period of the 1980s this photo comes from, but that is neither here nor there.)<br /><br />There are, of course, different kinds of "perfect asses." Therefore, at the end of the season, we intend to judge both the Lamma Dragon men (who are running hills as well) and the Lamma Ladies for "perfect ass-ness." Awards will be handed out at the end of season.<br /><br />So we urge you: get out there and sculpt yourself a perfect ass. Or just be one. Either works for us.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-83304073706875179282007-03-08T16:49:00.000+08:002007-03-08T17:00:46.273+08:00Happy International Lamma Ladies' (Women's) day<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGBxERBIaOTLU78yBh6I8D8iYOFYrwn_ETLIE8m3UKdogHq85cq59ew2JjqkkcE2Yt88VkQ0njjUJkmJQMgBqAqQn1XPryH46XZCPH8sQ0Gbx9-6UEGarr9Bsqv8_gLz6Xjvd/s1600-h/cup+holders+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039474555170704514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwGBxERBIaOTLU78yBh6I8D8iYOFYrwn_ETLIE8m3UKdogHq85cq59ew2JjqkkcE2Yt88VkQ0njjUJkmJQMgBqAqQn1XPryH46XZCPH8sQ0Gbx9-6UEGarr9Bsqv8_gLz6Xjvd/s400/cup+holders+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><blockquote> From the 2006 season, but one of our favourites!<br />Lamma Ladies win Stanley. </blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-18617092889746936152007-03-06T16:51:00.000+08:002007-03-06T17:18:35.403+08:00putting the 'fun' back into fundraising<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKXNW5QLKmrAHjm-tLPR_MYh2QmejW5wmA9BycAK9cWIvVEnllf3DskO9JjoKIhf0T7vO75_XKPQiwgpZPA6A0QVbW_rfG7QWpAckmLOsue_Q3ZTQ6qWR8kBHJHhKFj-wA6H_/s1600-h/Intimates+Party.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038731704726283890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihKXNW5QLKmrAHjm-tLPR_MYh2QmejW5wmA9BycAK9cWIvVEnllf3DskO9JjoKIhf0T7vO75_XKPQiwgpZPA6A0QVbW_rfG7QWpAckmLOsue_Q3ZTQ6qWR8kBHJHhKFj-wA6H_/s400/Intimates+Party.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Every team has its own way of raising money for race fees, new team shirts and gear, and the occasional travel subsidy. The Lamma Ladies - we are proud to say - have taken fund-raising to a whole other level.</div><div> </div><div>And so it was that on March 3rd, at 7:30pm in an undisclosed location (<em>Thanks Claudia!) </em>35 women gathered in their Sunday best (<em>Elvira-red lipstick, plunging necklines, heels</em>) to drink a variety of sinful <strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">pink</span></strong> cocktails and listen - with respectful attention - to a brief, yet informative, lecture on human sexuality.</div><div> </div><div>Then we all played with the sex gadgets that our human sexuality expert / sexologist brought along for our shopping interest. (Imagine: sex and shopping. A winning combination!)</div><div> </div><div>I cannot imagine <em>why</em> a photographer showed up at the undisclosed location in hopes of making a quick documentary. Alas, we shooed him away, as we are very prudish and shy.</div><div><blockquote><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><u>Note:</u> By "play" with the sex toys on display, we do not mean that any items were in "<em>use</em>". We simply compared and contrasted the various goods, lotions, potions and assorted doodads on display.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">OK - fair enough - one lady wore one of the items. No, it wasn't the "nipple jewelry." (Many of us are still grateful for the latter escape from TMI and visual overload).</span> </p></blockquote></div><div>So yeah, just when you thought it was safe to be a Lamma Lady again, having nearly forgotten our brush with S&M fame from this <a href="http://lammaladies.blogspot.com/2005/12/poll-maybe-we-shouldnt-list-paddles-as.html">episode</a> or even this previous <a href="http://lammaladies.blogspot.com/2006/02/perfect-boob-flash-and-ghost-of.html">entry</a>, it turns out that we are just as pervy as we ever were.</div><div> </div><div>Big thanks to Mel for her fantastic arrangements and abundant cleavage, and to Heather at <a href="http://www.newsensationshk.com/">New Sensations</a> for her impressive, positive and fun presentation.</div><div> </div><div>And thank you Lamma Ladies, for your continuing support of the team. It was - <em>surprise, surprise</em> - a very successful fundraising event. One warning, however; if you are not in the boat in 2 weeks (after your New Sensations products are delivered), we will be staging home interventions. Please do not be wearing the "jewelry" if we need to come and find you. <em>Please</em>.</div><div> </div><div><blockquote>In other news: training is <strong>fantastic</strong>! Full boats, enthusiastic paddlers, and all the jellyfish a gang of gals could wish for, floating just inches from our fingertips. Really, can you think of anything better?<br /></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-25841866529165465832007-01-25T17:46:00.000+08:002007-01-25T17:58:11.926+08:00We want you in 2007!<p align="left">As happy as we are to trumpet our success in the 2006 season, there comes a time when we need to state the truth:</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"><em><strong>We need new paddlers!</strong></em></span></p><p align="left">As with most dragon boat clubs in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Hong</span> Kong, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Lamma</span> Ladies lose paddlers each and every year to horrible things like pregnancy, relocation, and - very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">occasionally</span> - the demands of what some people call "real life". (Though some of us are unfamiliar with this term, others insist that it does, in fact, exist; along with "good salary" and "men who clean bathrooms").</p><p align="left">In any case, each year, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Lamma</span> Ladies are delighted to take on a new crop of members, and we always wish to assure our new paddlers that <em>nobody</em> is an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">uber</span>-paddler in the beginning. We do not have expectations of fitness; nor is experience necessary (in fact, lack of experience is often better!). </p><p align="left">All we require is some new cool chicks, willing to hit the water, come to training and get ready to work and have a fantastic time in equal proportions. It helps if you can hold your liquor, but even that is <em>not</em> a prerequisite.</p><p align="left">So join the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Lamma</span> Ladies today! Everyone begins in the same place: sat on a creaky, wooden seat, with the threat of splinters encroaching on your bum, and a big old scratchy paddle in your hand. What could be better?</p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_84RAa1rcu73pjE-oeXauiTdiqeGt5d_QRmQKUmVtxCXP00GRVwMd32aY8rk4m0FoZQSQX3S1u0Nlk60P1p0jqDpHOnfoNZ7ZSqvhmbPQJmMTewh30CidpTdRJjINhRQ91BK/s1600-h/Lamma+Flier+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023902603646716722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg_84RAa1rcu73pjE-oeXauiTdiqeGt5d_QRmQKUmVtxCXP00GRVwMd32aY8rk4m0FoZQSQX3S1u0Nlk60P1p0jqDpHOnfoNZ7ZSqvhmbPQJmMTewh30CidpTdRJjINhRQ91BK/s400/Lamma+Flier+4.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">For more information, please contact Gina at <a href="mailto:lamma_gina@yahoo.com.hk">lamma_gina@yahoo.com.hk</a><br />She has no life, so she'll get back to you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">lickety</span>-split.<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZoITe8FOwx3G8-foBLrB8S0BryEX65vxtHMnkvY5xmzOWv56HcGtEbhxHkW1-3Y93FGygQWzU67bkIm1jSIinEUn9UJelo3P5u6GrtmsoL2yn0oxaEcIA2u3MCJV1gECcEGvc/s1600-h/Lamma+Flier+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023902607941684034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZoITe8FOwx3G8-foBLrB8S0BryEX65vxtHMnkvY5xmzOWv56HcGtEbhxHkW1-3Y93FGygQWzU67bkIm1jSIinEUn9UJelo3P5u6GrtmsoL2yn0oxaEcIA2u3MCJV1gECcEGvc/s400/Lamma+Flier+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-58974215713207758622007-01-16T21:16:00.000+08:002007-01-16T21:35:17.231+08:00Lamma Ladies Recruiting for 2007!!!Join the <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lamma</span> Ladies for the 2007 Season and get Powerful,Passionate and - oh so very pretty.<br /><br />The <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">girliest</span>-looking, toughest talking, meanest paddling crew of Ladies will hit the water on January 26-27 for introductory sessions for the new season. Join us on January 21 - Sunday - at 3pm in the Island Bar to learn more and sign up for a season of tough training and brilliant fun.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI78GgnLJgmTnvPXitKIgcoJbaPhx19QGZdUrh9N_8RdgAKA9onARjHQWQynOxNKlalhZVaz7mu09LJhvLh2aFgXglek4lCGqzt4QwkLJ92pvxBhKpZon1sdum3ct5xpjaf1qI/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 507px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI78GgnLJgmTnvPXitKIgcoJbaPhx19QGZdUrh9N_8RdgAKA9onARjHQWQynOxNKlalhZVaz7mu09LJhvLh2aFgXglek4lCGqzt4QwkLJ92pvxBhKpZon1sdum3ct5xpjaf1qI/s400/Page_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020619290685863602" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ57lhpsR-4Nu7BiMrf4ff8PU638ctG17f-HFnhKw_nDsi8dkxFDbcYinmhnMvqibNKq5cVcNU_YtzRw_VMjRkycrDl5CN99PhzE1PkV3Y3cS9p9H8e1rT7hzkLrwomiA7uk4Z/s1600-h/Page_1_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ57lhpsR-4Nu7BiMrf4ff8PU638ctG17f-HFnhKw_nDsi8dkxFDbcYinmhnMvqibNKq5cVcNU_YtzRw_VMjRkycrDl5CN99PhzE1PkV3Y3cS9p9H8e1rT7hzkLrwomiA7uk4Z/s400/Page_1_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020619286390896290" border="0" /></a>The <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lamma</span> Ladies will travel to <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Boracay</span> again in 2007, to defend their gold medal. In addition, we are hosting the first <span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lamma</span> Dragon Boat Festival on June 10<span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span>.<br /><br /><span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Lamma</span> Ladies Dragon Boating: less fattening than chocolate, tan lines to die for, and all the pink you could ever imagine.<br /><br />For more information, contact lamma_gina@yahoo.com.hk<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1149177982522231072006-06-01T23:25:00.000+08:002006-06-02T00:08:52.533+08:00Three Gold Cups: One FANTASTIC TEAM<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0115.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0115.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The Lamma Ladies Top Deck "Deck-odent Dragons" had a stellar year. </span><br /><br />To begin: our SILVER MEDAL from Shatin after 2 weeks' training!<br />Race Two: The Deepwater Bay Regatta where we were slamming in the heats, and unfortunately, also "slamming" in the final - for Bronze!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">then...</span><br /><br /><blockquote>BORACAY: GOLD!<br /><br />CHEUNG CHAU: GOLD<br /><br />STANLEY: GOLD!</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Spectacular team work, dedication from every single member of the Lamma Ladies and a fantastic ability to OUT PINK, OUT PADDLE and OUT PARTY made 2006 one of our best years one record.</span><br /><br />Congratulations Lamma! And <span style="font-style:italic;">mountains</span> of Pink Love.<br /><br />xxxxx (them's kisses, by the way)<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"> - Lamma Gina</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0101.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0101.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote>Christina is on her honeymoon - again!</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0108.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0108.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote>Trophy's for the Lamma Men - Hooray!</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0107.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0107.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote><br />Amy and Ivan: the super-power team that keep us afloat! </blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote>Kevin and Karen: Alliterative and disturbingly cute</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0105.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0105.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote><br />Gina's grin, splitting her face (cup borrowed from Christina's honeymoon with special permission).</blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">CHEUNG CHAU:</span></blockquote><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0096.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote>The Cheung Chau Gold Cup: So exciting we peed our pants!</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0090.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote>Katie says, "I don't think I have Peter Berry rash... yet."</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0088.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote>Boracay Body Condoms make a second appearance!</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0094.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote>Christina - at the barre (not the bar... that comes later).</blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0091.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0091.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote>Lamma Ladies, official team coconut casings</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1148432208582332102006-05-24T08:47:00.000+08:002006-05-24T08:56:48.596+08:00Thank you very much!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/TDDragonBoatEnews.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/400/TDDragonBoatEnews.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />The Lamma Ladies - as many have guessed - are very shy. We don't like to boast, or announce our winnings, or engage in any unladylike behaviour of that nature.<br /><br /><blockquote>Which is why we would like to say <strong>"THANK YOU"</strong> to Top Deck at the Jumbo for announcing our GOLD MEDALS and FIRST-PLACE CUP that we won at the International Races in Boracay over the May 12-14 weekend!</blockquote><br /><br /><em>It's so nice to have someone brag about us on our behalf. </em><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1148093132492306712006-05-20T10:04:00.000+08:002006-05-20T10:46:45.653+08:00Typhoon Madness while the Dragon EnteredYES, THAT IS THE WRONG COLOUR! Put down the knife Finn, she's one of ours!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0051.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0051.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Happy Birthday dear KIM! Happy Boracay-Birthday to you!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />As you can see, we were definitely challenged by the gorgeous locals. In fact, we huddled in a tent to save ourselves from comparison. Okay, we didn't - but shit they are amazing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0057.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Wait, wait - we cannot take anymore. You guys are too hot. Come to Hong Kong! COME TO HONG KONG!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0055.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0055.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yes, they are all wearing gold medals (that would be the WINNER'S medals to the layman). <br />Yes, they OUT-PINKED, OUT-PADDLED and are about to OUT-PARTY the ass out of this island. <br />Yes, this dress is a man-made fabric.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0064.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />On the cat to Boracay. No, not a kitty-cat. Don't be daft.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0023.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Behind that sweet exterior beats the heart of a paddler-killer. Watch your ass.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0035.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />She's Finnish. Ask Orville. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0039.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Body condoms, brought to you by our weekend typhoon. One of these people isn't sober.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Vat? Zees eez not Brazil! Sheet! Now I have to teach zees pinkies how to party!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Yes. We are famous. What do you see? PINK (on the right. Duh). What did we do all weekend? Out-Pinked, Out-PADDLED and Out-Partied (well, the SeaGods beat us on partying one night...)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Isn't she lovely? And a kick-ass paddler, swimmer, runner....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />All subject to the regulated colour-scheme. Manila approved.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0016.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Ralph Lauren-approved matching wardrobes. No - really - they are lovely. So co-ordinated! So Pink!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />That isn't the Playboy mansion! Ha! You got me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />And when I am crowned queen, the language of Brazil will be <span style="font-style:italic;">Pinklish</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />It seemed like a good idea at the time. Can we go home now? Where is that dance party?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />I am just getting warmed up. In two hours, my eye-lashes will be even longer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />5 years of secretarial school and all i got was the leading role in that S&M movie about... a secretary. Love the hair.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />You only think your boobs are bigger than mine. Look. LOOK!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_0008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />It doesn't get any better than this. LAMMA IN BORACAY 2006.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1147153107233682812006-05-09T13:21:00.000+08:002006-05-09T13:48:10.956+08:00test video from deepwater bay...but stops at crucial point!!Still working on making this work!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.fithk.com/client/May72006DeepWaterBayFinal.wmv ">http://www.fithk.com/client/May72006DeepWaterBayFinal.wmv </a><br /><br />Thanks to Lisa's good-man Greg for taking it!<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1147136790219106562006-05-09T08:59:00.000+08:002006-05-09T09:08:19.930+08:00The Best TOP DECKS in Hong Kong<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/top%20deck%20jumbo%20low.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/400/top%20deck%20jumbo%20low.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />There is far too much to say about the Deepwater Bay races on May 7.<br /><br />There is far too much left to do.<br /><br /><strong>There is no such thing as too much pink.</strong><br /><br /><blockquote>Lamma Ladies: Power, Precision & Passion for<br /><br />Out Pinking, Out Paddling & Out Partying!</blockquote><br /><br />Boracay begins, Wednesday at 6:30 at Hong Kong International Airport. Pink Champers begin at 6:40 at Hong Kong International Airport. Be there.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1146188337300215142006-04-28T09:27:00.000+08:002006-04-28T09:38:57.313+08:00Our Sponsor: Top Deck!Because the Lamma Ladies have far more significant things to do with our time than worry about finances (such as training, out-pinking, and drinking white-wine sodas), our sponsorship arrangements were slow in being realized this year.<br /><br />No More: The Lamma Ladies are <em>thrilled</em> to announce that our 2006 sponsor is <a href="http://www.cafedecogroup.com/TOP_DECK/v_TOP_DECK.asp">Top Deck at the Jumbo</a>, which is part of the Cafe Deco Group.<br /><br />Check out their website. It has pretty pictures. <br /><br />Not only is the food and drink at the Top Deck amazing (Sunday Brunch is not to be missed!), but you get to sit smack-dab in the centre of the Aberdeen Marina; gazing idly at the ice-cream dream vessels of the local 'yachties' and generally feeling more and more spoiled and indolent as you quaff champagne in the sunshine.<br /><br />Oh it's a tough life, but somebody has to live it.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/Top_Deck%20Logo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/400/Top_Deck%20Logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />In truth, the only reason we are telling the general public in <em>this forum</em> is because that is what good teams do for their sponsors. (That and win races, but that remains our goal of the near future!).<br /><br />Otherwise, we wouldn't tell anyone anything, for fear the place is booked when <em>we want to go.</em><br /><br />So visit the Top Deck here:<br /><blockquote>Top Deck at the Jumbo<br />Jumbo Kingdom <br />Shum Wan Pier Drive <br />Wong Chuk Hang<br />Aberdeen<br />HONG KONG<br />T: +852 2552 3331</blockquote><br /><br />But hey: try not to hog all the best seats, okay?<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1145535065303883562006-04-20T20:10:00.000+08:002006-04-27T16:19:25.986+08:00Lotsa splashing - Tin Hau 2006<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/covergirl%20face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/main%20group.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes, on very special festival days, the Lamma Ladies deign to play with the boys; if only to appease the goddess <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tin_Hau_(MTR)">Tin Hau</a>. <br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/faces.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/faces.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Mind - playing nice with the Lamma men can cause symptons such as nausea, vomiting, face-pulling and the occassional temper tantrum.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/covergirl%20face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/home%20erotic%20dragons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Fortunately, the men can often amuse themselves. Note the homoerotic ear nibbling above. <br />Nathan: "Oh, I got your ear! Mmmmm! Tasty little delicate, scrumptious ear!"<br />Ellis: "<em>Tee hee!"</em><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/covergirl%20face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/covergirl%20face.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Katie, Gina and Arja prepare themselves for the <strong>Cover Girl Face of Youth and Beauty </strong>competition. Since Katie and Gina didn't get anywhere with the <em>Amazing-Race-Run-by-Morons</em>, we figure that next contract is all sewn up!<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/covergirl%20face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/girlies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />They are discussing cold fusion. And relativity. Like: "if my mother and father were related <em>before </em>they got married, am I related to myself?"<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/covergirl%20face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/splash.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Premis A: Splashing indicates good fortune and joy. The wetter you get, the more fortune will smile upon you.<br />Premis B: Everyone here smells bad and is blaming it on each other.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/covergirl%20face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/splash2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Premis A: Ooooohhhhh, good fortune!<br />Premis B: Arrrrgh, next time use soap!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/covergirl%20face.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/team%20on%20junk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Onwards! Cool alcoholic beverages await! And Steamed Prawns! And a Roast Pig!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>What an awesome day on Lamma. Tin Hau be blessed!</strong></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1143602970382989792006-03-29T11:09:00.000+08:002006-03-29T16:13:43.490+08:00Amazing Pink Ladies Want to Race<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/Katie%20%26%20Gina.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/Katie%20%26%20Gina.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Yes, yes: you've heard it here first. Former-captain Katie (wooh wooh!) and her shorter, darker (evil dark!) replacement Captain Gina are entering the <em><strong>Amazing Race Asia</strong></em>! At least, they are sending in their application for the <em><strong>Amazing Race Asia</strong></em>.<br /><br />Not satisfied with Pinking, Paddling and Partying in Hong Kong and Boracay (though we love to do so), they are trying to take their show on the road, bringing fame, fun and fashion conciousness to Paddlers and Couch-Potatoes everywhere.<br /><br />For a preview of their video application, click here: <strong><a href="http://www.fithk.com/lammaidiots.wmv">You Bitches!</a></strong><br /><br />Not only does this fine film represent Katie and Gina at their supernatural best, but it also features a glimpse of the <em>LOVLIEST LAMMA LADIES</em> as they support their captains (new and not-new), through their great team spirit and - ahem - amusing sense of humour.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/our%20pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/our%20pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><blockquote>Left: Blond bombshell Katie. Right: Dark, sneaky Gina.</blockquote><br /><br />If YOU want to see more of the Lamma Idiots on your TV now, and would like to support Kookie Katie and Girning Gina in their team entry, send an email into <a href="http://www.axn-asia.com/">AXN</a> at this address: <strong>Feedback@axn-asia.com</strong><br /><br />Begin the viral campaign; we could be the next superflu!<br /><br /><blockquote><strong>Gina and Katie for the Amazing Race Asia 2006!</strong></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1142347966720810582006-03-14T22:31:00.000+08:002006-03-14T22:54:59.250+08:00laughin lamma ladies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_9512%20dragon%20open%20lamma%203.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_9512%20dragon%20open%20lamma%203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Sunday, March 12 - Lamma Ladies hit Shatin for our first race of the season. Some of us felt that it went well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_9495%20dragon%20open%20lamma1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_9495%20dragon%20open%20lamma1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Practicing on the river: breathing through your nose is advisable, but commonly forgotten in the heat of the race. This year, nobody spotted any floating dead things. There were a couple of moody looking paddlers on the water though... but not in pink!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_9630%20dragon%20open1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_9630%20dragon%20open1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />There is something that we like very much about this photo. But then, we don't really believe in omens; we believe in self-fulfilling prophesies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_9530%20dragon%20open%20stretch%20%20v.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_9530%20dragon%20open%20stretch%20%20v.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Men in pink are hot. really. we are not lying. even the Scottish ones! (love ya Frazer!).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/IMG_9638%20dragon%20open%20lamma1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/IMG_9638%20dragon%20open%20lamma1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />All of this and medals and trophies too. And what lovely faces! Not a maniac in the crowd. Behold the secret weapon: children with high expectations of their mother! A more potent force in the universe has yet to be discovered.<br /><br />Well, tofu farts are rather potent, but we try not to think about those.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19583340.post-1141814442346073652006-03-08T18:38:00.000+08:002006-03-08T18:40:42.360+08:00WWWM<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/1600/wewillwin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/171/1941/320/wewillwin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />We Wanna Win More.<br />Like last year in Mui Wo.<div class="blogger-post-footer">Out Pink, Out Paddle, Out Party!</div>East to Easthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05518355018064457197noreply@blogger.com0