Appetite in holiday

My taste for food always changes. Recently I start liking biscuit with dips; I bought different dips to cater my forever change appetite.

Other than that, as I have got a little bit more time in the holiday, I have made some slightly complicated food, compared to my normal “one-pot” cooking. Fully followed a recipe, I tried to make an asparagus quiche. Unfortunately, I missed one crucial ingredient, which I still don’t know what, the homemade quiche was tasted bitter. Six eggs, milk and patience were down in the drain =<

Kismet

Mood: Delightful
Health: Very healthy
Fingernail: blue colour
Hair: going to be dyed in red

The computer lab was about to shutting down. Suddenly, a tousled head rose from nowhere, walking towards me. There came Bryan, rubbing his tumescent eyes, asked me: “What are you doing?” No need to answer lah. There was only one reason for Melbourne Uni student to stay in the library till 11pm in the holiday. I trust my kismet with him; I like him as a best mate and I know I will see him again without deciding on a day or a time.

Chain reaction of theatre fever; today was the day to watch the long waited Dirty Dancing show in the Princes Theatre. This was a small budget show and the quality was not as good as expected – no fancy costume, acceptable acting skill and standard dancing performance.

New technology was fully implement in the play. Different scenes were flagged via digital projections on the background. When came the dancing scene, it became part of the play by showing dancers on the screen. In this way, they can save a lot on sets.

Mark Latham Lecture

Recently, I received a job market report from an official Singaporean authority as well as an employment analysis conducted by Hudson Global Resources. Both reports indicate that, followed the traditional banking and finance sector, media and advertising is the most booming sector at the moment. I can not wait to go to Singapore! However, I also received an email from the Singaporean immigration agent, saying that I would be disadvantage without a Singaporean PR, given that I only have a half-year employment pass. Oh well, I bet on my luck.

There are two places I should restrict myself to go: one is city, the other is bookshop. Every time I go to these two places, I will go broke for sure. To the worst of worst, I went to these two places on one day; that is today. My bank account is now under red, as red as the new shoes I bought from a city boutique shop; and my dad goes black, as black as the Latham book I purchased under the hectic of his speech.

Mark Latham, the Australian ex- labour party leader, came to Melbourne uni to give a public lecture on his newly published controversial book – The Latham Diaries. My housemate B and I were the only Asians in the full-house lecture theatre. Anyway, Latham came in, without glasses, and gave us a ten-point suggestions on how Australian can improve, or remedy, the current scramble political status in the following hour. In his speech, he emphasised a lot on community engagement and the needs to overturn the so-called “machine politics”. He also criticised the media industry of being too commercialise to trench on others’ privacy, suggested not to buy “Murdoch’s paper”.

Other than the speaker and the topic, this public lecture reminds me the other public lecture given by the Chinese defector Chong Yonglin a couple of months ago. Both of these two people stirred up a dispute and had great impact on public sphere. The audience in Latham’s lecture showed their respect to the speaker despite many of them disagreed with him, compared to the shameful squeaked, grumbling and brutal rebukes which were received disgrace impression from the others.

ALG

I was a bit pissed off from my ALG members today, as two of them sent me an email saying that they could not make it to today’s meeting. As now is holiday, it is really hard for me to arrange another meeting with seven of us. I went to see Rita, complaining the problem I was having and why she put the ALG presentation in the first week back, instead of the second week. She said to me, “This is their presentation. They should take the responsibility, not you. You have been directing them in all the meetings, for this time, you should step back and let them arrange themselves …… you have done your job.” I felt much better after hearing her advice. At least I know I am doing pretty well throughout my commitment as a ALG leader.

The whole day was flipped around with SMS, emails, and Internet. Half of the afternoon, I have been sending a lot of promotion materials to different media departments to advertise our upcoming guest lecture event.

With V8 driver @ Geelong beach

hunky-dory dancers

Mid-night conversation could easily lure people into a hectic state; topics can go wide and wacky. Most of them are voices from our hearts. Since the left of big C, I did not have a good-long house-mate conversation. Whereas, last night, I talked with one of my housemate till 4:30am. It was a good talk.

A few hours later, I got up to catch a train to Geelong for the V8 and UNICEF fund raising event. The first thing for the day was a morning running exercise; we ran around the chaotic Spencer St station for finding the V/line train platform. Still, we missed our train in the end. The grace was, Hubert had a car. So we drove all the way down to this regional town – Geelong – and had our day selling wrist ban for funding UNICEF. Kids were running around, several V8 cars were displayed in this big open grass space. Our sales ran pretty good. For me, I sold at least 60 wrist bands. From doing this, I found myself was brave and walked up to the crowd asking them to buy the bands for supporting UNICEF. At the end of the event, we would all receive a T-shirt with the V8 car driver’s autograph on.

From Geelong back to Melbourne, I drove. Although I have got a full licence now, I hardly steered the wheel during my three-year’s probational period. At the end of the trip, they politely commented on my rusty driving skill by saying: “We are all safe!” *_*

I find myself become not only additive but obsessive towards dancing now. Tonight, I went dancing for four hours. I tried to squeeze myself in the advance class, yet, as I missed out the first couples of weeks of the routine which made it really hard for me to complete the routine. At the end of the classes, I went to see Prestasia (the teacher), did a short private danced consultation with him. He advises me that as I have been learning ballroom dance, which is not the Salsa he is teaching, I would need to have work more on the basic steps and stay a bit longer in the intermediate level before moving up to the advance class. This is quite true. Looking at my current skills and mastering techniques in dance, there still needs a while for me to become a good dancer.

Surprisingly, Jenny and Neil came to Copa as well. It is always adorable to watch this couple dance. In the social dance time, a runty Cuban guy asked me for a dance, who showed me some real South American Salsa steps. Apart from dancing, I also had a few talks with the people who do the advance class. They are nice people, unlike those intimated dudes in Park Hyatt, and suggested me some secrets in dancing and things I should do to improve my skill.

A delightful day with lovely people in joyful events

In the morning, I went to see the AFL grand final parade. I am not a big footy fan. Whereas, given that Melbourne has such a strong football culture, we should all cheer both teams – Sydney Swan and Westcoast Eagle – for making the whole way through the footy season to the final match. Before I leave Melbourne, I would love to participate in as many cheerful events as possible, especially in the spring time when cultural events are surging.

I spent the whole afternoon talking to him from topic to topic. He is a good talker. A lot of time, I have to do sole research and think about things on my own. It is good that I can find someone to exchange our opinions on the world, seeing things through glasses with different filters. People from Hong Kong is sophisticated and goal-setter. They could destroy my tiny confidence in just a few words. He has been encouraging me to work and live in Hong Kong, yet I don’t think I can withstand the Hong Kong culture and mindset. I have adapted a bit of laziness and easy-going style from Aussie, and would like to keep my mind in a simple and innocent state.

At night, we went to watch CTG mandarin production – “twelfth night”. At the first part of the play was a bit boring, yet it became entertaining when Dobby appeared as a gay man and fight in a girlish way. From the backstage’s point of view ^_^, there was quite a bit of scene changes, requiring backstage people on alert most of the time during the three-hour long production. Luckily, set items were minimal; that save troubles from changing from scene to scene.

We were supposed to go clubbing afterwards, yet the only techno place we knew does not open on Friday night. In the end, Kenny, Ziran, Brian, Z and me decided that our night should spend on something more meaningful – poker. Quickly, we brought chips, ice-cream and Salsa music to Ziran’s apartment. Child’s memory revived as we played this silly poker game. At 2am, lying on the floor with eyes half-opened, I was transported by Kenny’s car leaving nothing in my pocket; all my chips was betted in the last round and lost to Kenny. We took a photo of him kissing his long stack of winning chips, with a high chin smile. *cutie boy*

Last holiday

The story for tonight is quite interesting. There was this dude that came into our legal service centre, seeking advice to sue Herald Sun for negligent. The reason was that, he read its Star/Horoscope reading one day and believed in what it predicted that he should fall in love with a girl he worked with. He then started sending her flower and chocolate stuff. After being rejected, he began stalking her. Somehow, he stopped and came to our centre, saying that he wanted to sue Herald Sun for publishing such readings. You know what he briefed to us in the first hand? “I don’t have a fixed place to stay, …”, “… a girl that ruined my life …” Mat and I went like *_* and passed him to poor Shaun to do the pre-interview.

“Sexy, do you want to watch a free movie?” After picking up this phone call, I was lured to watch “A Million Dollar Baby” with Bryan and discarded my entire study plan on Tuesday. Every time I am with this dude, we fall in a few hours’ GF-BF relationship. He is quirky yet a cool guy to go out with, as in pure good friends spiritually.

This is my last school holiday anyway, despite I almost have to come to uni everyday to study.

A real holiday?

A holiday isn’t really a holiday for most of the Melbourne Uni students. Two weeks seem to be delightful, yet for our students, that means lots of catch up with schoolwork. I have a very tight schedule within the next two weeks. UNICEF event is really starting to kick off, and I have to do a lot of planning and liaison stuff.

At the same time, crafting ideas keep bursting in my mind and there are several mini creative arts projects that I plan to do in the next couples of days. As Melbourne weather becomes clearer, I pay particular attentions to photographing angles on changes surrounding items. Hopefully I can capture some memorable moments/items before they vanish. Photographs day tomorrow.

For the worst to the worst, I broke the digital camera card reader. On Sunday night, I was doing the UNICEF plan till 3am. When I stretched my torso to relax, I kicked hardly to the card reader which was sticking in the front of the computer. “Crack”! The electronic device absorbed all the force, mechanically twisted its body 90 degree while the USB hub was still sticking into the computer. Puee ~~~ I may not be able to upload any photos in a short while now.

*A sweet night*

Since last Thursday, I have put aside all my studies and kept partying for the whole weekend. It is time to update what I have been doing now.

I went to the annual Dinner dance ball on Friday. Unlike most of the cross universities ball, this Melbourne-Monash dance club ball is small but sweet. No more than 200 people, and most of them are people I know. The night passed on quickly with our feet moving to various dance music. Basically, everyone who attended could dance; this was the fun bit. I picked up the long lost swing memory after following Henry’s lesson on “simshan”. I then met with my old swing dance partner Loucian, and amazingly found out that he was also from Guangzhou. More coincidently, he is also living in Vermont South, just a few blocks from my aunt’s house. Small Melbourne, small world.

After dinner dance, we all went to Park Hyatt again. Unlike the previous times, our group of people were all well-dressed and danced to the last song. I asked and was asked to dance with two folks who were lately told me that they were instructors. Learnt some new moves and applied them on Kenny while we were dancing in the last song. I felt like my techniques had improved greatly and were able to catch up, and sometimes, teach Kenny the groovy stuffs.

Kenny and I did not follow J, F and Y group to supper, as he had to go horse riding at 7am on the other day. We reached home at 2:30am, but could not stop chatting till 4am. I like all my dance buddies, as we are all after partnership not relationship. We can talk about everything and act intimately without being suspects of B-G relationship. As Kenny said, “we can fall in love for 3 minutes on the dance floor, there is nothing wrong with it”. Although we might be seen as “dirty dancing” when we dance, we put out hearts into it; we are performing and presenting out talents. On top of that, we are seeking a partnership which we know each other well enough that nothing over the line will happen. Neither of us wants to go to far and takes the risk of cracking it. As many top dancers comment, finding a matching partner is hideous; no one wants to blow it in the end.

Kenny is such a lovely little boy. We had a close chat on everything in the dark – uni life, relationships, family, friends and blar blar blar. It was ages since the last time I had such kind of “couch” talk. .

Recently, I suddenly become additive to shopping, and of course spent a lot of money. I bought some clothes for dancing, manicure tools for clubbing, and a new glasses frame to make myself look younger. I also spent money on trinkets such as artistic badges, fundraising chocolate, belts, etc. My girlie side stick out strongly under the influence of dinner dance. It is time for me to renovate my appearance and eliminate my feminist stands.

When we reach midlife, most of us may face a career crisis, unless you are very successful and have your own business, otherwise, you are either made redundant or overtaken by the young. This happens to my dad and my uncle as well. My uncle is an engineer, however, he is ignorant to office politics and was taken away some of his work to a younger engineer not long ago. There is not much can help to reduce such kind of crisis; they are not able to, or are not brave enough to step into a new industry, or even to change job. They are used to their day in day out working life and it makes very hard for them to make a switch. The society is always unfair. As for young people, we always want to take over jobs from “old dudes”; on the other hand, old people are facing possible faith of being kicked out while their cumulated experience is adapted by the young without acknowledgements. I said to my dad, whatever will happen to you, take it as it comes and think in a positive way. Although you are made redundant, this might be a hint that you will take up something more valuable in your life that you have not yet realise.

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Father

My dad told me in an easy tone that he was going to be made redundant and would be allocated to a smaller office next month. He is my dad, I understand that there must be a rippling unrest hovering in his mind at the moment. It is not easy for him to accept this fact, given that he still has seven more years before he can officially retire. Man is always strong from outside but fragile inside. My dad falls into this typical category of mankind: absorb all the bitness himself without saying a word with others.

I always think that my parents can live in a good time in China by the time they get old. Things planning in my future blue print are all exclusive to my own. For a long time, Mum and Dad have been giving me large enough space and being supportive to all my decisions. In return, I am ignorant; always going back to ask them for more money to satisfy my leisure expectations. They must have had hard times since I left five years ago. At the current stage, I am not able to give them any materialistic things in return, which makes me feel guilty enough. I may have to sit down and reconstruct my plan of future – where is the way to go – taking more reality factors into account and think in an adult way. No matter how much I am not willing to, I don’t have the magic to rewind the age wheel. I did have good times of being innocent and ignorant; now it is time to become responsible to both my family and me.

Once girls start talking about guys and relationships, there is no full stop. Last night, Kate and I talked on the phone till 3am; topics centred on life philosophy to relationship preferences. Every girl has her dream man. No exceptions for both of us. For me, I don’t really set a frame to assess a guy, but would rather taking him as he comes and shape us into the same frame.

Pink Temptation

Having watched the movie and spent $30 on its CD sound track, I still can not resist its temptation and eventually throw out $50 on its show ticket. I am going to watch “Dirty Dancing” musical show in the Majestic Theatre on the Wednesday two weeks from now. I have already missed out Ballroom, My Fare Lady and couples of good shows this year. To reward myself, pink (colour of DD’s advertising billboard) indulgency is a must. On top of that, cutie Jan will go with me to exclaim at Johnny’s body shape.

Every time I am tired and sick, I will buy things with little thought. I bought two packs of creamy dips, which are supposed for chips dips. What am I going to use them for? Bread! However, it is not healthy at all. These days, I abstain from sweets (they make me feel sick) as well as biscuits because it is the suspect that caused my throat inflammation. Packs of gums are abandoned and left in the shelf for one month untouched. Turning away from them, I have to find other substitutes. Cheesy stuff now comes top at my favoured list.

Unlucky days

I consider myself pretty unlucky these days. I could not borrow books that I needed to use tonight because library was shut down for maintenance. Then I went to another library wanting to borrow a marketing book. Still with bad luck, three out of three overnight loaned books were out. Never mind, I was planning to the dance class tonight. I headed against torrential rain and blustery wind to Copacabana. By the time I got there, only found that tonight’s dance class was cancelled. *sulk*

My feeling with CTG was totally different this year from last year. Working with them and coming to help is poles different. I could see this year’s production was pretty crappy, in terms of people’s commitment and production material. However, I don’t have any concern feelings as I don’t have emotional attachment with them for this year’s production. Now I would like to see more professional productions than students’.

Being a multimedia designer is dull. I have been sitting in a computer lab for a whole day and could only develop a small part of the multimedia project. I am not a patient person; I don’t like to work on tedious project.

Medal night dance

Three pretty girls - Min, Jenny and Me


After doing the silver medal


A good pose girls!


Jenny was doing her Gold Latin medal


A photo of me (and my messy room) after dance

Another 21st

I was stuck in my housemate’s (Brian) 21st “party” for three hours tonight. He found a crappy pub with roared music and too dark to see face-to-face. Jenny, Joyce, Jeff and me almost ran out of the door minutes after we had the birthday cake. Taking the bait of the Brunetti cake, I suddenly desperate for some sweet in mid-night. That was reasonable, given that I had lunch/dinner at 4pm. We strolled down to Lygon st, sat down in a restaurant just opposite the one I work. I had almost three quarters of an Irish coffee cake and am now feeling stuffing.

The present I gave to Brian is a dictionary of Art and Artist. I was wondering in the bookshop for almost an hour and picked this one eventually. Coincidently, this is the book he has been looking for to buy for couples of months. Spot on woman!

sick as a dog

Past few days were a hell for me. I have been so sick that I can not even stay up for one whole day. Everyday I have to come back home and have a noon snap so that I can stand up and continue my classes in the second half of the day. I could not eat either. I only had a bread roll in the afternoon, now I am consuming ripe grapes as my dinner at 10pm.

No matter how sick I am, show has to be on. I had a mid-term exam this afternoon, did most of my law assignment, practiced dance every morning, and volunteered in the legal service at night. Tomorrow I have to go back to the media office again, although I don’t have much hands-on work to do. I was told that I was not ready to share the Media consultant’s workload, which was defined by age (=experience). I am confident that I can be her assistant, yet, it is a matter of fact that I am not old enough to be qualified.

What a world!

Open the TV to watch today’s morning news, I was shocked. All the news was tragedy: hurricane, plane crash, car crash, cable car drop off, and murder. What a world! We are not safe anymore.

I am sick again. After Saturday, I started sniffing; then on Sunday night, I caught a cold presumably from pulling out the blanket while I was asleep.

I am a person of probity and could never cheat. I would get punished immediately if I cheat. Yesterday, we played a strategic economic game in class. The final round of the game is the cheater will be randomly picked and punished with 0 gain. This was the only round out of six rounds I cheated in this game. Unfortunately, I was the one who was randomly picked and revealed, given that there were six out of 12 cheated. I could feel that when Rosemary, my tutor, picked up a card from a shuffle. Although it was merely a game, but it could tell a lot about you. The loudness and the silentness were always the cheaters. No one is trustworthy.

A late night conversation

It was 2am, my eyes narrowed in a line, hands behind my back supporting my fatigued torso, and I was still in a conversation in my room with him.

Yesterday almost ruined me. Having to work for 14 hours NON-STOP, I dropped by to the local pub where my workmate, Erica, held her farewell party. She is heading to New York on Monday, then back to her home country Italia. After a short chat, he sent me home and stayed on for talk till 3:30am. I had not had this kind of in depth life-talk since the break-up and big C’s leave. Things have changed significantly, my old world collapsed and I totally changed to a completely new person. I resist to think too far away, to take on things beyond my responsibility, to tell people my philosophy, to be too serious to relationship. Instead, I try to help people in every way I can, and not allow guilt subsist in my mind. Loads of work and activities are occupying my time from getting involved in relationship. However, yuanfeng comes with no sign. We are still in the fetus stage; I am the one who want to nip it in the bud. What is the point for us to wast time on developing a relationship? I am going to leave next year for sure. I am a very serious and committed person; memory is still licking my wound from time to time in the past one and a half year. It would be ideal that I could find someone who can look after me, whereas, I have such a strong characteristic that scares away a lot of guys. On top of that, he is a Honkie, which goes against my gut a little bit. From the rumour of Honkie guy, I don’t have confident on them.

Several points I want to highlight in our conversation:
·The rule of the game: I don’t agree with his claim on knowing the rule of the game and playing it more harden than others. I would prefer not to play with rule, even though I know the rule. I don’t believe in rule. Having been through the subject dispute as well as some legal studies, I know rule does not always apply to make us comply.
·Experience Vs Qualification: he is confident, yet is currently casted with a negative lens to the world, like what I did before. I believe that finding a way to work out a solution is far more useful than anxiously grumbling on faith. Talking to more people to exchange information could be extremely helpful.
·The thing I like about him is his ambitious. Unlike my ex-s, he has plan laying ahead (further thought are remained undisclosed in my personal diary).

I am still very arrogant sometimes. However, my language level needs a bit more work on to push up to a higher level; otherwise, my arrogant will not sustain without substance. I could hold a normal daily conversation, yet I need to pay more attention to my expressions, tense and used of sophisticated words.

Candy pointed out an important point that no matter how capable we are, experience and age play a weighty role in our career progression. I am now a sorta get half of my foot into the advertising industry, and start knowing more about the inside story other than its glorified aura. In this industry, experience and networks can win you a good position. I would rather take this industry as an entry point, starting from here then walk my way through to another direction.

I want to look younger, act older, talk more sophisticated, and work more imperturbable. I want to start my own project with a good mentor. I want to be a good leader again, other than working as a little fish in an Italian restaurant on Lygon.

Instead of taking in candy to relief stress, now I turn to binge tea drinking and consume no taste biscuit cracker. I could not take in snacks that are high in sugar, which thicken my sliver that may chock me up. I also start eating small portion of meal to help my stomach to recover from the acid revolting incident.

I lost the Australian Breast Cancer donation bracelet ~tears dropping down~

True frigment

Shoes and other belongings of the victims are seen on the bridge over the Tigris river, in Baghdad. (Photo: AP 01/09/05)

Since 9.11, everyday we open a newspaper is like watching a Hollywood movie: from human contagion to natural diaster, from terrorist attack to war among mankind, from plane crush to freak accident, we confront with unpredictable tragedy day in day out. The more advance we are, the more problem we have. The recent stories covered Katrina hurricane swipes across New Orleans are so similar to The Day after Tomorrow. People are facing with dwindled food and water and desperately to run away from their flooded home in army trucks. Tears of Boxing Day tsunami is still lingering in our lids, the outcries of London bombing are still reframing our security conscious, even yesterday’s suicide bombing in Iraq that killed thousands of innocents are still inflaming our guts, all the flimflam figment of Hollywood come true. Our world is not safe anymore.


Hitting the road: Stranded residents carrying a few belongings try to find a way out of the city. (Photo: Reuters 02/09/05)

Counting the cost of Katrina
By Jason Reed
News Orleans
and Mark Coultan
September 2, 2005

SURVIVORS are evacuating the shattered city of New Orleans as authorities confront growing lawlessness and desperation after hurricane Katrina's ravaging of the US Gulf Coast.

President George Bush, who flew over the region, called it one of the worst natural disasters in America's history. "This recovery will take years," he said.

A million people fled the area before Katrina struck, but tens of thousands were thought to be trapped in the city.

New Orleans Mayor Ray Nagin said there were also many bodies in the water and others hidden from view. Asked how many, he said: "Minimum hundreds, possibly thousands."

Mr Nagin declared a state of martial law in the city and ordered police to drop their search-and-rescue operations to concentrate on stopping widespread looting and violence.

Gunshots repeatedly rang out and fires flared as looters broke into stores, houses, hospitals and offices — some in search of food, others looking for anything of value.

As more National Guard and army troops headed into the historic city to help with relief efforts, thousands of weary residents waited hours or waded through floodwaters to try to catch rides out of New Orleans.
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Stranded people grew even more desperate yesterday as food and water supplies dwindled. Some pushed shopping carts filled with belongings. Others pleaded for food.

A convoy of some 300 buses began shuttling more than 20,000 people holed up in miserable conditions in the Superdome football stadium to Houston's Astrodome. Passengers described harrowing conditions in the Superdome, where the sewerage was not working and the water was contaminated.

Mr Nagin estimated it may be 16 weeks before residents can return after the 225 km/h winds and a nine-metre wall of water hit the coast on Monday.

Louisiana senator Mary Landrieu said she had heard at least 50 to 100 people were dead in New Orleans, while in Mississippi, the death toll topped 200. Governor Haley Barbour said it was "just the greatest devastation I've ever seen".

Floodwaters have finally stopped rising in New Orleans, which is mostly below sea level.

The Bush Administration declared a public health emergency and is working with Congress on emergency legislation to assist recovery efforts.

The Administration also said it would release oil from the nation's strategic reserves to offset losses in the Gulf of Mexico, where production shut down.

UN emergency relief co-ordinator, Jan Egeland, said Katrina could dwarf the devastation of other recent natural disasters in terms of economic costs. It was "one of the most destructive natural disasters ever".
President George Bush speaks from the White House after cutting short his holiday to oversee the country's response to the disaster.

President George Bush speaks from the White House after cutting short his holiday to oversee the country's response to the disaster.
Photo:Reuters

Australia has offered to send two specialist emergency managers to help with recovery operations and the Government says it will send more help if needed.

Sunny for one day, gust for another

I have spent too much time than I should on doing a small Industrial economics problem set (a better name for assignment). On top of that, I really push myself too much and don’t allow any rest or imperfections – preparing for a faculty meeting, starting a new project with UN (I will talk about this later), SALP meetings, CTG, and practicing dance. Trying to do everything is really killing myself. I find couples of white strands in my hair recently, which adds up onto my already bad hair condition.

I am going to do dance medal next Saturday. As I have been putting a lot of time on exploring new dance moves and practising on medal routines, it is time for me to reward myself by taking the medal. I am going to do it with a girl called Min, not a guy which may get bonus mark for taking a risk of being gossiped as lesbians. We plan to choreograph our own styles for Meringue, and add some cool move for Mambo and Salsa. There will be an intensive dance practice on Friday night.

There is an UN NGO called UNCEF which is going to hold a conference in Melbourne, or, if possible, start a new office here. This NGO is about helping children in third world countries via International fund raising campaigns, conferences and small events. NGO projects have been lingering in my mind for quite some time. This is the area I am interested in and it is definitely more attractive than the commercial world. Commercial things such as entrepreneurship are really not my taste. I understand that involving in NGO can not yield for good money, but this is where my heart is. Whereas, on the other hand, I need big money to reward my parents’ in their late years; I can not be too selfish, merely listen to MY heart but ignore the rest of the family. The balance tip point is hard to adjust.

Gusty winds are blowing rampantly in Melbourne after days of blessing good weather. My hair is messed up and my glasses are spotting with rain drops every single day!