control and let the energy flow.
Finally 3 weeks of early waking up, forcing myself to sleep early so that i can wake up on time, has come to an end.
the last day was surprisingly gd. maybe i was in a gd mood to leave.
well, its gg to be another 3 weeks there in june. not looking forward to that, except for the thai food and sushi near the train stations.
weekends are a lifesaver! I spent Saturdays rotting at home, doing the stuff that ought to be done. Sundays, so far, was travelling to the city with Ong chew and peisheee to the Sydney Dance Company at the wharf.
“not mine peekture, stole it off someone’s blog.”
took jazz dancing lessons, which was a good chance to let everything go and watch yourself looking stupid trying to keep up with the routine. Even though we’re in the Absolute Beginners class, it was so hard to get all the moves right! I’m absolutely convinced that I have no talent in it whatsoever. but its still fun to just laugh throughout.
Zac, the instructor, reminds me so much of Ben, the boxercise instructor i had in spore. they both have below-ears curly hair, tight tops and limpy wrists. Zac, however, has prolly the sexiest moves I have ever seen in anyone as opposed to those punches coming from Ben. He just comes alive, while he’s dancing. and when he goes shouting across the studio, saying “lehhdeees, give me moreee~”
well, it looks really stupid for a beginner like me to judge, and there are prolly millions of talented dancers out there, but he’s just really nice and encouraging to all his students, and one of the best teachers out there. =]
am definitely looking forward to the next lesson..
Rite.
People are born liars.
Just that some lie to themselves, while some choose to lie to the whole world.
i miss home already
It was a demoralising day at placements today. Repeated a couple of cases.
The day really sucked.
Until I got home and found a hugeass postcard from hk. and a simple emoticon made my day. =)
towards a better day tomorrow…
p.s. housemate who poisoned us with salt, forgot that she poured salt into the container and made herself a cup of kopi kiam the next morning. hahah.. poor girl
The way to wake up every morning.
After a torturous week of attachment, I turn to one of my comfort foods on the first morning on the weekend that I can sleep in. French Toast!! MMmmmm~
After all the pingping-piangpiang in the kitchen, I finally sat down with my toasts and peach yogurt. I took a BIG bite out of the toast and chewed.
“Hmm. salty. I was certain that I washed the pan before frying, and I didn’t use salted butter.”As I chewed on further, it was like taking in a mouthful of seawater.
Turned out that one of my housemate tried to poison us by replacing salt in the sugar container.
Don’t like me also not liddat rite… try to induce kidney stones in me ah… now I know, I’m not liked in the house. boohoo.
Mardi Gras’ 07 Sydney
I seem to be hitting a gay streak recently, during the parade and now in the hospital, ever since Mardi Gras’07 that was along the “very exciting” stretch on Oxford. For those who don’t know, *FLASHING NEON LIGHTS POINTING TO HOMOPHOBIC PETE* its an annual thing that celebrates homosexuality and whatnots. So the whole place was bursting with GLBTs (gay, les, bi and trans) with all the crazy pple dressed in outrageous outfits. Loads of flashing of nipples and butts, from male, females and trannies, young and OLD. Not that I have anything to complain about, but there were a good number of really hot bods, as compared to what we get in the hospitals. heh.
it was a day of unhappenings.
First, I got separated from the girls while trying to find fisherboy shaun from canberra and his bangladeshi friend, ariff. so i ended up on a different of the street with a tallie and a poor bangladeshi whose terrified of being left alone in the middle of a sea of gays.
Second, I got grazed on the elbow by a beer bottle that a gay had while he crashed into my back after being pushed by a druggie. I got knocked off the stool that I was standing on. Luckily for my -ahem- lightning speed reflexes, i fell feet first into the broken beer bottles that were on the road. Suddenly, all the gays around me gasped in unison and i found myself in the surrounded by them. the couple in front of me picked me up and kept asking if I was ok. The partner of the guy that crashed onto me kept apologising and explained the whole situation to me at least 3 times while the one of pair that held me up started to look at me with this “oh, you poor thing” eyes. Can’t blame me for being distracted, he had these really nice brown eyes and long lashes. And he was wiping the beer off my arm with his hands. Well, I didn’t mind really, hahaha, even though i would really like to tell him that he’s just spreading the beer around. But at that moment, i was really really touched by their concern. They are so nice and sincere!! and so, I’ve decided to love gays.
Unlike this irritating angmoh guy, which is the third incident there, who just opened his palms and pushed me away on the chest just so he can get through. hello, how would you like it if I kicked through the sea of balls just to get to the train station on time, that is if i’m still alive by then. At least the event was really cool, they even had fireworks! yeay~ hahah.. i’ll have to get those photos from fisherboy.
peektures peektures.
before the parade.
Parade
separated from the girls T_T
Some videos on youtube that were pretty good, for all those back in Sillypore. =D
until i figure out to embed, here are the links.
News Report with pretty clear videos.
The guy filming this was slightly further in the crowd, but if you look closely, you’ll see a dick-on-stics ala dragondance style in the middle of it, which of course, had me in fits. Tell me how am i gg to watch a dragondance normally next time. not my fault OK.
part 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzvJlSmw9Os (dragondance)
part 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBvo3UIyBF8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esO2WtS4JwQ
Despite everything, Mardi Gras is really cool. The atmosphere there was so high, with people just singing and partying on the streets with a beer in one hand and a flag in the other as we all wait for the parade to start. Chingay pales in comparison even though our costumes and floats are way better than theirs. Sometimes, too much order makes things abit boring duncha think?
p.s. the rainbow flag’s sitting on my desk now. =D
