My journey with my hoop began just because i liked being near one, or in one.
I didn’t even know how to hoop around my waist back then, but would carry it around with me since i was in my early 20s, and even traveled everywhere with it when airasia started their flights (Bangkok, Bali, Philippines, etc). There were a couple of times they tried stopping me from taking it on board, and took pictures of it (i suppose as to exemplify in the next meeting how hoops aren’t allowed on flight), so after that, i had to check my hoop in, pray it wouldn’t get bent, and enjoy the looks on people’s faces when it came out on the conveyor belt at baggage reclaim. Now we’ve got foldable and travel hoops XD
It took me years to discover (thanks to instagram) that there are many other people in the world out there like me – who are innately drawn to the hoop and find peace, meditation, solace, healing and discovery in this simple yet powerful circle. When you think about it, the circle is the middle of every atom, planet, etc. I find that being in the middle of it or getting into the flow of it, puts one into a meditative state. Honestly, i didn’t even know how to hoop till a few years ago. But i loved the hoop so much, i would just SIT IN IT like a child when i’m at my happiest. At times when i needed comfort, i could curl up in it on the floor and cry, feeling like it was protecting me.
Before IG, i always felt like the odd one out in Malaysia, always bringing my hoop around with me (to clubs, parties, festivals, holidays) but later on, discovered the existence of the hooping community especially in Australia, the States, Canada, etc. Plus many of the girls were into colour, sparkles, nature, and shared the same belief system too! I felt like i had found my tribe.
Halfway wrote the below a long time ago, then something went wrong with my iphone – i lost a whole bunch of notes and got so down i never finished writing it. About time i just released it as it is.
All these pix have been edited by our intern from weeks ago… so it’s about time i post them all rather hurriedly seeing more and more travel pix are accumulating on my to-blog list.
Earlier this year, i flew to Gold Coast from Melbourne, primarily because Jun’s father who’s a pilot was doing his last flight before retirement. After flying for many decades (being one of the first batches for MAS back in the day), it was a big deal. His mum was relieved, as she’d no longer have to worry every time he went off to work. We were to spend a week at Jun’s sister’s family home in Gold Coast (where both her husband and her are doctors), before Jun’s mum + Jun + i accompanied his dad for his last flight home to KL.
Jun excitedly setting fish traps behind his sister’s home. They’ve got a dream home with a beautiful back garden facing the river.
Jun’s birthday is in June (to which i always joke is why his parents named him so) and he had all these last-minute grand plans to throw a dinner party + after-party + champagne brunch in the span of 24 hours. I said it seemed highly unrealistic seeing how some friends are parents; and Steph commented that we’re not 21 anymore. Poor guy. Also, he decided on this 1-2 days before he wanted it to happen *looks in sky*
So instead he pretend-camped…
… and pretend-surfed…
While i entertained myself with the simple act of observing the setting sun through my lenses
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