Cheque book media landscape

All at a sudden, less ripples come into interrupting my life recently. Everything goes back to “usual” pattern: working, cooking, cleaning, sleeping and up to work again. What is hidden underneath of all these, is a designated date that I have long been expected for. The date is like another 21st to me, signalling a new pattern which I have to evoke my energy and strike with a passion.

I have been suffering a furious rash strike soon after winter blows into Melbourne. Red spots are creeping up everywhere on my body; itches are unbearable. There are combinations of reasons – my digestion system, dryness of the weather and just my skin type perhaps.

Bit by bit, I start to eat a proper dinner every night to adjust my health back to normal, although my digested organs reject my night consumptions with grumbling and diarrheal from time to time. Still, if Z is not with me, I will be too lazy to eat and skip the meal with instant soup.

The successful rescue for the two trapped miners in Tasmania hit the headline across all media in the past two days. 14 days being caged underground, not knowing what faith would lead their to, the safe escape from the collapsed mine hole could not deny its miracle. The fanatic reactions from media also marked another cheque book event after Wood’s kidnapping and Coby’s drug trial. Packer’s pass-away did not slow down the media landscape from being commercialized, instead, McQuire is the one who is writing the cheque book in a more aggressive manner.

Aiming to push up my dancing skill to a higher level, I started a belly dancing class last night in a dance studio on Smith street. Most of the moves I have learnt in my Salsa class; this class taught me in more depth as in isolating my upper body and lower body movements. Next week, I am going to take the Afro-funk class, which I would be trained to control my body in a agile way.