I feel really guilty now. I know is a little too late to feel bad but I am still feeling really bad. I know I will feel really horible after that but during that short 30 minutes, is the best thing in the world. I think I ate about 4 big slices of pizzas and now I am feeling busted. After a tiring day at work, all I want to do is to have pizzas with him. As I blissfully ate pizzas and watch Pink Panther (oh yes! the cartoons!) with him, I know I shouldn't ask too much questions.

Like any other girl, I did wonder who if he is the "right one". I have only doubted him once ...

Me: I thought you like avocado!

Him: No! I don't! I only like it as dips, I don't like it alone!

Me: *Gasp* You told me you like avocado when we first met!

Him: No! I said, I only like it as dips.

Me: Oh my gosh. You lied and is very important that my partner loves avocado! I must reconsider .... if we should be together.

I like Spanish. I have always like Spanish in the way how some people like French, Japanese or Russian culture.  I remember learning Spanish during my 1st year in uni for 4 months. I couldn't keep up with the pace and I gave it up. Recently, my love for Spanish was rekindled by my dearest housemate's introduction to Latin dance. I am trying to be faithful with my persual for the language, the arts and the culture. My Latin dance is now complemented with my continual mastering of the language, taught by a kind friend who has offered to teach me for free.

I like Tango - the music and the dance. I like the sensuality that comes with it. The ebbing and flowing of emotions, the sudden shift in tempo, the sometimes hugely contrasting moods that are used to reflect these strong emotions. It is volatile, fragmented even.

I have a very romantic view on dancing in general. When you are dancing, it is a convention that the man leads and the women follow. The man is being viewed as protective and the women fraglie. On a deeper level, I see the man empowering the women. While it is true that women can be left vulnerable by their trusting male lead, I think a male dancer should not be domineering but is able to bring the beauty out of his women partner.

I think it is only when I dance, that I learn alot... about myself, about human relations... 

I am still living very well and I just spoke to my mum, I reckon this is the best part of my life so far. No uni, no work. Oh well... I do work a little, but not alot. There is still no ambition in taking over the world yet. Sometimes I feel a little lost, as to where will I drift to? Only time can tell.

I have learnt that is really not my fault that I am not getting a 'proper job' because I have done everything I can. I just need to wait for things to happen.

I am still happy, tango-ing my life away. I just got a Foo Fighter DVD. It's just one of those impulsive purchases. I have never brought a music DVD before but Foo Fighters is one of those bands that got my adrenaline pumping, that keeps me on my treadmill, if I am still treading it...

As I was watching it, I remember this little abstract from this favourite book of mine that I just finished a while ago. (I should update my reading list at the side, shouldn't I? :P) It's by Nick Hornby, the guy who wrote "About a Boy". It was recommended by someone else.

'Everyone should get back with everyone,' I said, and I meant it. This was my big closing speech.

'Every band that has come apart, every couple... There's too much unhappiness in the world as it is, without people splitting up every ten seconds.'

Ed looked at me as if I have gone nuts.

'You are not serious,' said Lizzie.

Maybe I'd misjudged the mood and the moment. The world wasn't ready for my closing speech.

'Naaah,' I said. ' Well, you know. It's just ... an idea I had. A theory I was working on.I hadn't ironed out all the kinks in it.'

'Look at his face,' said Homeless Guy. 'Oh, he's serious, all right.'

'How does that work with bands that grew out of other bands?' said Ed.

'Like, I don't know. If Nirvana got back together. That would mean the Foo Fighters had to split up. Then they'd be unhappy.'

'Not all of' em,' I pointed out.

'And what about second marriages? There are loads of happy second marriages.'

'There'd have been no Cash.' Cos Joe Strummer would have had to stay in his first band.

I have decided to listen to Mariah Carey (The Eminicipation of Mimi) in the daytime and Snow Rose (ripped it off from Boonie's computer) at night.

As if I am trying very hard to validate my capability, I have intentionally took to perfecting, or rather learning, 2 of the most unthinkable activities I would ever come to enjoy: Cooking and dancing. Ironically, I am enjoying it now as I slowly open my heart to it. Sound like nothing is really impossible in the world...

Hence, I have decided that till I find a job that will pay me some peanuts, I will cook and dance and be merry everyday. while I continue on my quest for the peanuts-perfect job.

My boyfriend is busy. I shall leave him alone but I appreciate the fact that he still takes time out amidst his very busy assignments period to dance with me, to eat my try-very-hard-to-be-perfect cooking. Is very very ok... if I don't see you everyday. :P I am too independent and I reckon I will be like him too if I am in his situation. But I don't know how to tell him that.

My no.2, Felicia (otherwise, Falisia, as I come to call her that) is also quite busy. By the time she is free, we are too tired to talk. Nevertheless, she is still very wiling to show me some dancing moves. :P She is so very kind. I love her so much... sometimes I wonder why I still need to have a boyfriend. Oops. :P Oh.. that's right. Cos he is special. He really doesn't need to do much to keep me happy. I still believe in happiness from within.

That's about it. Till then... is tango, salsa, cooking, chick lit and ... writing (I hope :( ) !

Day 1: Sept 5. Arrive at 6.30pm. Staying at Uncle Lim's place.

Uncle Lim's room

Day 2: Cradle Mountain

Mural Town: Shefield

Trekking my way up to cradle moutain... I almost died on the slope.

I finally reached the peak, but still frightened... I was forced to take a pic.

I only remember I wanted to give up but Uncle Lim has a way to keep me going. He bluff his "way through". He kept telling me we are nearing the peak, for at least 50 times when I almost broke down and cry.

Day 3: MSA Ball and City.

(From left to right: Boon Hong, Stanley, Brennan and YK)

The so-call "Celine Dion pasta" is a pasta place located in the city. Apparently, there is a waitress that resembles Celine Dion but she is not singing that day and they serve crappy pasta.

The ball! The ball! Let's get excited over the ball!

Me with 2 sweet gentlemen and I met interesting people...

Harry Potter! heehee... Prom king of the night.

2 very gorgeous ladies who made me feel really at home that night... in the sea of strangers.

Scary eye dude.... :S

He is definitely eating his heart out...

and I just stick to my tea... (I'm lying. They have really nice Oreo Cheesecake that night.)

Day 4 (last day): Low head

We were trying to get some oysters but we woke up too late. We went there with so much hope but the tide was high, there was no oyster for me. :( The guys went back the following day when I flew back to melbourne. I'm so sad. I miss out.

Just some fun pictures when 2 crazy aries come together...

We stopped by this little Swiss town...

The "Low head gang".

2 of them were sulking like a child when they couldn't find any oysters. heehe... So they went back the next day without me...

...I hate happy people... :(