Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Hachoo

Last Sunday I took to cleaning the lounge room, or rather the little nook in the corner where my cousin will be staying. Since our house used to be a shop, the front part has this little entry way where i presume people came in which is now closed up. I only have a picture of it without the bed in it so just try to imagine that little door with a mattress in front of it.

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Its actually quite cozy what with the nice blankets and covering that you'll have to imagine and some linen hanging on the wall as decoration.

Now in the process of cleaning this and stuffing the tiny holes - which were again, for the shop - in the ground with bluetack to avoid the unecessary entry of the insect variety and sweeping I developed allergies which have now escalated to what appears to be a cold and a slight dry cough.

Thankfully I had no work today so I stayed at home except for the immediate rush to the pharmacy when I woke up and found myself hoarse. I obtained Dry cough medicine and betadine gargle to supplement my kick ass antihistamines and the Pei Pao Kua - known as Pippa Gao here - that is downstairs and belongs to my housemate.

I underestimated, or rather forgot the effect of my antihistamines and as such knocked out while trying to read marxism for class and woke up to discover I had highlighted myself purple, resulting in me putting my favorite light blue shirt in a napisan dip. (Go Napisan! I believe in you!)

I managed to finish my article and am now reading about systems design. I also discovered that there was an extra oh, i don't know 50 pages to read for law in another book, that I tried to print off the internet and resulted in me completely draining my printer ink.

I am now in the midst of packing for Melbourne plus finishing systems design plus trying to remain coherent enough to be able to answer some of the law questiosn that we all said we would do by tomorrow for my group work. I tried to change my flight to Thursday morning but the Filipino - I am so definately sure that I was connected to a call centre in Manila even if we didn't acknowledge each other's Filipinoness (hello my name is maria! im sure he guessed) - I spoke to said it would cost an extra 70 dollars so there you go, I passed.

I have decided that if I still feel like shit tomorrow I will skip one class and then come home directly after the quiz in my third class to grab my stuff and go to the airport. I am arriving at something like 1045 and will have to take a train plus walk for about 20 minutes to get to my friend's place. I borrowed Sacha's red mini-maleta in anticipation of the books I will bring home. I'm also taking homework with me, how sad is that?

Anyway, I don't think I'm supremely sick because I have the energy to do stuff, I'm just perpetually sneezy and groggy. Hopefully all this preventive medication will work and I will be good enough for a jaunt to Melbourne and Kaaaaaanyeeeee when I get back!

Monday, March 20, 2006

And so it begins.

This semester after some manuevering and trying out different classes I have ended up with law, business intelligence, IT risk management and assurance and the politics of the world economy. I also managed to make it so I only had to go to uni for 2 days - Monday for one class and the rest on Wednesday.

Needless to say, by the end of my last class at 9pm on Wed I'm pretty burnt out. And I need massive doses of sugar and on occasion the forbidden fruit known as caffeine to get me through it, though our teacher is excellent. The fact is, its a 9 hour day with a one hour space in between and that's it.

Law is proving to be quite interesting and despite being only at it for 2 weeks I have been enjoying it. As I told my best friend Jenny, "This is the part where we find out if my father was right and whether or not I should have taken law." (Not that it means that I will suddenly take up law), which by the way is the chosen profession that everyone nominated for me in one of those forwards that you pass around and ask people questions about yourself to see how well they know you. In the part where it says, "What do you think I should be when I grow up?" I distinctly remember a whole shitload of people in the office saying either "Law or Rule the World".

As I have no desire to be the next Oprah or a member of the British Royal Family or I don't know, American, (or Republican!) I suppose my attempt in law will have to suffice.

I've been perpetually sleepy of late, which is a switch from last week's "I couldn't sleep at all" thanks to the variety of noises outside my room including the pain in the ass fire alarm from the building acrosss the road on tuesday night, and the drunken couple on wednesday night. Looks like we are moving in July.

My mother is arriving next week, with my cousin otherwise known as "she who could not decide whether to come or not and took so long she missed tickets to the lion king and thus will have to go on a different day." I will be housing my cousin for two weeks, in the bed in the little nook in the living room. She is known for being rather sheltered and I am told, incapable of making a decision on her own, aka one of those "I don't know, it's up to you, bahala ka" nahihiya types, which needless to say is the bane of existence of every only child. I am somewhat of the belief that she may turn out to be a bit more self-assertive as she too is an only child, so we may end up just clashing with me making her go the way I want her to. At least this time she's too old to bite me, which she did quite often as a small child.

I have, however, in preparation had my mother set her expectations. (now, don't say i didn't learn anything from you, d.e.b... :P)

I will have to figure out how to now fit family into my ever pressing schedule. I was planning on doing more volunteer work at uni this semester but I don't know how to fit it in anymore, I hope I can do more of it sometime.

I am going to Melbourne next week, to meet up with mum and my cousin. The U2 concert was postponed to November due to "the illness of a family member" (who we all suspect is Edge's 8 year old daughter who has cancer) and so I'm going to meet up with them that weekend instead and catch the Lion King, see friends and go see the romance novel bookstore!.

In the meantime, I'm off to finish that episode of South Park that was banned from being shown because it prominently featured Scientology and a certain couch jumping man protested.

And then I've got to get back to that law book and finish Chapter 8.

Thursday, March 16, 2006







Guilt
What is yours?
Explain yourself
Culinary: Chips, Chips and More Chips I was a filipino child weaned on clover chips (which I only eat when i am sick as the ultimate comfort food), chippy, kirei, oishi, planters and later on doritos and twisties. I have since discovered Kettle chips which are fantastic. Right now...I've given them up for lent.
Literary: Romance novels I started with my mother's mills and boon, for lack of anything to read and have now progressed to an extensive collection. The highlight being seeing my friends Roy and Chris L imitate a cover in Barnes and Noble.
Audiovisual: America's Next Top Model I may not watch it with the same fervor as maddy gaiman but hey, when it comes on, i'll see it. I will watch a trashy show at least once. And yes, I used to watch Melrose Place.
Musical: Britney Spears I have all her albums and thus have no need to buy the best of collection. I don't think she's a musical genius but she's fun and the beats get you going.
Celebrity: Eonline I have the propensity to remember all sorts of useless celebrity trivia. So it doesn't matter who it is, I'll know.


Now I tag:-

pia, kat, miel and duke! >


to complete this same Quiz, Its HERE.

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Queensland!

Pre-arrival

We left on February 18th. I went to work first with all my stuff and had to have Sacha take my passport since I had forgotten it. We decided to go to Queensland one day in December when we were both pretty bummed, me because I realised I couldn't go home this year and Sacha because she missed her family and knew she couldn't go home for a while either. We decided to go on vacation and thanks to Jetstar's start of the year sale we got return tickets for 98 bucks a pop, which is cheap.

I got to the airport before Sacha did but due to a malfunctioning ticket printer she was able to get in line with me when she arrived due to the delay. We had barely ten minutes to get to the boarding gate because of the delay and I got stuck eating chicken breast strips and chips because I was so hungry.

The flight was relatively uneventful and once we arrived we paid fifteen dollars each to get on a special shuttle that took us to our hostel. Our hostel was in south port which is ten minutes away from Surfer's Paradise, the main beach on the Gold Coast. Our room consisted of a bunkbed, a dresser and built ins complete with a ceiling fan that seemed poised to decapitate you the moment you sat up (pictures later). Sacha took the top bunk, which I figured wouldn't be good for me because I move around so much when I sleep it might make the bed jingle. The next morning, Sacha discovered the hazards of sleeping under the ceiling fan, or rather the ceiling fan discovered her when she got up and hit it with her head. It seemed more hurt than she was, as it went around for a while going wock-wock-wock in a pained manner.

We had pizza for dinner, take away from a nearby pizzeria and since it was pretty late by then we just crashed.

Day One
On the first day in the Gold Coast we had breakfast at Subway before heading out to the city. We hitched a ride with the hostel's van service and got to the main transit lounge where all the buses arrive from different parts of the country and most hostels go every hour to see if there's anyone who is checking in.

The Gold Coast reminded me a lot of Vegas with a beach, its got shopping malls and bright lights and its quite possibly the only place in Australia where the shops close at 10 (Thank God!). It was very, very hot that day so the first place we actually went to was the mall where I went in search of a Boost juice. We ended up in Baskin Robbins where Sacha had a smoothie and I had two different flavours of ice cream. We ended up exploring the mall, Sacha got a pair of shorts and I grabbed a pair of earrings.

Five minutes after that I went to grab money from the ATM and it swallowed my card, just because. After a short discussion with Commonwealth Bank they advised me that the card would have to be cancelled because once the ATM was opened it would be destroyed and that my replacement card would take 5-10 business days so I was stuck on vacation without any money. Thank God I had credit. This was also not necessarily a good thing, because having a credit card sort of just gives you a bigger spending limit, and I spent more than I had budgeted simply because I had credit. I had a list of things I needed that I was planning to buy over the next few months but instead, I just bought everything during my Gold Coast trip. Go Me. Go credit card bill.

But enough of that. After that incident I called my cousin, on whose credit card I have an extension as not being an Aussie citizen I'm not allowed to get one on my own, to make sure that we had enough money on the card for me to survive. We did.

Then Sacha and I walked over to Surfer's Paradise where we checked out the Beach Volleyball tournament, grabbed free stuff and spent the rest of the morning baking in the sun. The weather and the water in the Gold Coast is much much better than in Sydney because the water is warmer. Granted, I will never find calm waters in this country but at least there were no jellyfish and the water was not chilly at all. I managed to summon up the courage to hurl myself at the waves with the rest of the populace, despite the potential for flashing. Every other girl there had to adjust her straps everytime a wave flew over. There were lifeguards on surfboards monitoring the beachgoers making sure that we didn't go beyond the flags (which mark the safe surf limits)and huge waves that would come hurling through and knock everyone down.

Once we were done being baked we headed off to the mall and did some serious shopping. We intended to go home, change and head back out for dinner but we ended up staying instead as the van that was supposed to pick us up and take us back to the hostel didn't arrive. We had dinner at a nice italian restaurant where we had pasta dishes that Sacha was confident we could replicate at home. We took the bus home and crashed after a long day.

Day Two
On the second day we decided to head over to Brisbane and explore. We were supposed to meet up with my friend Nic but she fell asleep instead. The Gold Coast train system wasn't very hard to figure out. There's only one train that runs from the Gold Coast to Bris and it comes twice every hour. It starts from Robina and goes express to Brisbane Airport, or as we we memorized, "going on to Bowen Hills and Eagle Junction stopping only at Indooropilly..."

We got off at Fortitude Valley where the hostel we were checking into was supposed to be. We were originally planning to spend the night in Brisbane but upon discovering that our tour could only leave from the Gold Coast, we moved our booking to the next day.

We had breakfast at a quaint little cafe in "the Valley" as Nic terms it then we walked around the area. We found chinatown and in ten minutes hit the city centre. Brisbane is really just a small town with big buildings masquearading as a city. You can walk everywhere and nothing is very far from each other. Its only if you live outside the city, in the suburbs in the country that everything becomes pretty far (as evidenced by our train ride...).

We went to the Botanic Gardens and had a snack at their cafe there. It was nothing great but the paddle pop (ice block) that I had saved my life, it was soooo hot and sticky. After almost bumping into really cool giant spiderwebs we decided to head over across the river on the ferry. The wait for the ferry was longer than the ride. By the time we finished paying we were already at the dock for South port, which is the cafe/dining/entertainment centre in Brisbane. We attempted to find the museum and along the way I passed one of the venues that we sell for, the Brisbane Convention Centre and we stepped in for some airconditioning and to view some brochures.

We ended up at the Queensland Museum, more specifically their Science exhibit which was interactive. We had about 45 minutes before the museum closed so we didn't get to see very much although it was a lot of fun trying out the different objects and learning things. My favorite part was where you could stand under a certain light and have a camera take a picture of your shadow. We spent some time making funny poses and trying to see what the effect would be.

After the museum we had dinner at a chinese restaurant in South Port. It described itself as "fusion" chinese but it didn't taste any more remarkable then your average cheap chinatown restaurant and there was nothing great, especially considering the prices. There was a piano player who let Sacha play a turn during the evening. We had dessert at this nice cafe, where I had this lovely triangle mousse before we headed back to the Gold Coast on the train.

Day Three
We woke up bright and early and grabbed some takeaway breakfast (at Subway again) before rushing off to our tour. We had selected a 4 wheel drive tour to Lamington National Park and Mt Tamborine. Our tour guide, Trevor, was this full on Aussie bloke, who was in his fifties or so and had grown up on a sheep farm somewhere in the inland NSW area. He was semi-retired, he still owned a farm that was run by his cousin and he did the touring on the side.

Our first stop was an Alpaca farm, where we met Roy the stud Alpaca, had morning tea and I got myself an Alpaca wool poncho in bright colors. Then we moved on to Lamington Park. Trevor told us a lot about the history of Lamington as we drove through it.

One of the stories in particular that struck me was that of the O'Reillys, a family that moved into the forest during the early part of the century, when people were encouraged to move into the forests (which weren't national parks yet) to cut down lumber. During those times there was a weekly flight from Brisbane to Sydney and it flew regularly over the same flight path over Lamington. One day the plane didn't show up in Sydney and people were searching all over the place to find where it had crashed. One of the O'Reilly sons had an idea that it was somewhere in the forest so he hacked through all this jungle (this is the largest dry rainforest in the world) and found two survivors trapped in the plane crashed on one side of this mountain. So he left them with supplies, went back and got all the lumberjacks and they cut through a swath of forest to get to them and take them back to safety. There is now a monument in Lamington park to him and his heroically lead rescue.

We went through the park's rainforest walk where we climbed a series of hanging bridges throughout the forest. There were signs that said "No Jumping" but you didn't have to jump to make it swing eerily, reminding me of those movies where the heroes have to run across some cliff on a shaky bridge and it falls just as soon as they leap to safety. We also climbed this tree viewing station that involved going up a series of rungs. Walking down was a bit precarious because it was like walking straight down a ladder, except that you were several feet above the ground.

After the rainforest walk we drove down to a small town whose name I don't remember to have lunch. The winding roads triggered my motion sickness and I went off in search of soup. No one seemed to make soup when it wasnt winter so I bought a plain chicken breast sandwich that was the most boring thing ever, only to come back to lunch to find that there was plain roast chicken that I could nibble on.

When lunch finished we headed over to Mt Tamborine where we did the Gallery walk, checking out various galleries and shops. We ended up buying 6 different kinds of toffee, which I've just realized are probably still in the fridge. (Fortunately they keep for 2 months)Sacha did a little shopping while I bought a pair of butterfly earrings. I found several african style statues that I could actually afford but thought that well, I don't have my own house, where am I going to put them? So I didn't buy them.

Once we were finished, we had Trevor drop us off at the nearest train station and we took a trip back into Bris. Our hostel in Bris turned out to be a bit of a walk from the train station. We got directions from this guy who lived in the motel a few blocks from the hostel and ended up climbing uphill this one steep street that looked (and felt) like someone had attempted to draw a straight line on a hill. You really had to puuuuuush to get up to the top. Of course we later found out there was another way and that we didn't have to do that.

Our hostel was nice and cheery and we had our own bathroom attached to it, which was huge, possibly because it was designed to accomodate someone who was handicapped. That night we got dressed up nicely and went out to dinner. We ended up at this diner type place with jazz music playing next door. We had a good dinner and then we went back to the hotel to read our books.

Day Four
On our last day in Bris we went to the art gallery where I noticed that none of the portraits were ever smiling - which is probably the case in every other museum in the world. One of the exhibits involved sitting in a booth and writing letters that you felt you needed to send, if you put an address the museum mailed them to the person, if you didn't they would keep them till the end of the week and then burn them, it was a bit like a cleansing/healing process. I wrote a couple of letters and Sacha wrote one to her grandmother who was ill.

Another cool project was the one where you were supposed to make your own city, basically anyone could come in and make a building or a tower or whatever out of white lego blocks and add it to the city, every so often one of them would have to be taken down and someone else could take a turn, but your creation could stand for posterity for a couple of weeks. I made a short tower but there were some bad ass creations, including one eiffel toweresque giant made by this german engineering student that took a whole day, according to the staff there.

Prior to the art gallery Sacha and I did some book shopping. I was dying to get the sequel to The Curse of Chalion by Louis Mc Master Bujold (excellent, excellent book!) which I had just finished so I went to several different bookstores till I finally found it. Sacha bought a few books in each one and by the end of it - thanks also to my purchase of romance novels at a 2nd hand shop - we had to get extra bags from Dymocks to carry stuff.

We rushed home to take the train for the gold coast but since we had to walk back to the hostel and then to the train again we missed the first one. We counted all the trains as per the timetable flashing on the tv screens overhead but they seemed to come too fast so we actually missed the Gold Coast train - I could have possibly made it as I was right in front of the door but then that would have meant leaving Sacha behind. So in short, we took the third train and discovered, much too late that it was at least 20 minutes to the airport, meaning we had missed our flight. We had to pay another 70 bucks to get the flight on for the next day and so in effect our flights ended up not being bargains :( oh well.

We stayed at a hostel down the road from the airport which was a 20 minute walk on the side of a major highway and got up at 430 in the morning to get to a 620 flight. Consequently, Sacha and I were number 1 & number 2 on the planes respectively and we arrived so early they wouldn't let us in after we checked the baggage, we had to wait quite a bit.

David, Sacha's friend was nice enough to pick us up from the airport and the moment we got home I rushed off to work, having called the night before to explain that I would be rather late, so they adjusted my shift. And so that was our trip to Queensland.

Saturday, March 04, 2006

February, in summary

So, long time no post. A lot of things happened in February so I figured I just make one long summary of everything that i'll put here. Also went to the Gold Coast, with Sacha which I will put up as soon as I've got all the pictures from her because my digicam is slightly fucked.

As of February 20 I have been in Sydney for one year. I've decided to devote a seperate entry for all the things I have learnt so far, being in Sydney and all that. Anyway, I have survived and have done okay, I believe. I also have got an article published here. Look at the World Pinoys section and you'll find me... everyone so far has been able to tell which one is my article without me telling them the title.

Whirlwind Weekend
The first weekend of February was full of activity for me. On Friday night Sacha and I went clubbing with Kat and Rob and all the clubs we went to despite having great music turned out to be daggy. They were late so Sacha and I decided to meet them in the city. I had thought we were going to be picked up in a car so I wore my three inch stilettos with ties. (Pictures later) One of the things that I love about Sydney is you can go clubbing in shorts, provided you know how to dress the rest of you up. So I wore my short black shorts, stilettos and a lace top that made my boobies look nice (I like my boobies). Sacha, ever the heartthrob almost got picked up the moment we stepped out of the bus by a bunch of guys that invited us to join them at the Establishment, which I will refer to as Sydney's main meat market - people dress up and go there to check out and be checked out - it also had a bit to do with the fact that she looked hot and was in red and you could see her a mile away.

We walked a bit downhill to get to the first club which was no joke as I was being gravitationally pulled down in those heels (I have since learned to bring tsinelas and carry the damn things). When we got there we grabbed a drink and started dancing right away, it was all RnB and full of Asians and the occasional Indian. I started texting my super clubbing queen friend Jane, who incidentally lives on the same street that I did growing up in my first house in Manila, (although we never met then) asking her what another good place to go would be. She gave some recommendations but we didn't end up going there and when she found out where we were (I don't even remember the name - Kat what was that place again?) she was like "its not my type, that place" and I started to wonder.

Sacha got picked up again by this guy on behalf of a friend which didn't bode too well as I mean, if you have to get some other guy to do the picking up for you, dude, I mean, come on. She looked like she could use some rescuing so we went and told them we were changing clubs. Not that she was getting bothered, more like they were just well, not worthy. So we moved.

We ended up walking around the city, getting asked to move by some cranky bouncer before ending up in La Campana, where they have RnB in one room and Salsa in the other. The music was better but the people were just dodgy and daggy as. I had to sit down a bit as I thought my stilettos would kill me and when I finally joined them on the dance floor this tiny - and i mean tiny - indian guy kept trying to slide up by me and kept touching my ass. When we finally got rid of him this giant tongan dude kept sliding up behind Sacha trying to lift up her skirt. He had two friends next to him so we decided - just as indian guy returned to try and touch my ass again - that it was time to go.

On Saturday it was Sacha and Rose's joint birthday celebration at a Turkish Bellydancing restaurant in Surry Hills. Most of the people there were Rose's friends but Andee, our housemates and Brendan, Sacha's physics friend made it over too. I had two birthdays to go to that night so I was sort of in a rush. Although the food was excellent the service sucked big time and it took forever to get us served even just with menus. I decided that since I had to go to another party there was not enough time for me to eat a full meal so I ended up just sticking to ordering appetizers, and we all shared a selection of dips with turkish bread, which were fantastic. I almost ordered a kebab and I'm glad I didn't because Andee's order of almost the same thing was big enough for two and I would never have made it out of there in time. Right in the middle of eating the belly dancer showed up. She was blonde and very elegant and somewhat exotic and she danced with bells and fake swords. She got the guys to get up and dance with her. Rose had selected the restaurant specifically because there was a male belly dancer that came on after her but since I had to go I didn't get to see him.

After rushing in a cab to central station I met up with Simone, my friend from work and we headed off to our workmate Jaya's birthday party. Jaya is our funky lesbian friend, who is a gifted hairdresser on the side - she did my haircut. Her partner Andie is filo as well and they have two adorable dogs, Buggy and Sooks and two cats. Jaya's birthday dinner was also at a Turkish Restaurant, this time in Enmore. Simone and I took a bus and then walked down. There were so many leftovers - huge servings as well - we just ended up eating them all and we got stuffed. We met some of Jaya's friends, including one from the Central Coast who baked wonderful cakes. She had baked one regular cake and one in the shape of a tulip for Jaya's birthday. I had a lot of cake.

Once we were done Simone and I headed off to Zanzibar to hang out and have a drink or too. I got so sleepy I dozed off while Simone was in the bathroom and one of the bouncers woke me up telling me it was time to go...

On Sunday I had a dinner, at least that's what my datebook says. I'm trying to remember which dinner it was but, you know what, I don't! Aside from the I went to see the Chinese New Year parade with my american friend Gwen and her husband Chris. Gwen woke up early to get to the front of the fence but got jostled by some impolite spectators. Nevertheless she managed to find herself a position towards the side and because she had a giant hi-tech camera she was able to stand next to the press section. She got some great shots. I, being a few rows back got a lot of heads in my pictures as well.


Wolverined
Here is an excerpt from my other journal about how I got to well, see Hugh Jackman because of work:

The whole event that we went to was a special event for group bookings. Group bookers are nice local agencies that buy tickets in the 20s or 50s then sell them to people seperately (possibly with additional cost) and/or with accomodation or certain travel packages. A lot of the people that came were from the country or even out of state. Most of them were nice looking old people that made us feel very young.

I went with my work friend Vanessa who is also a filo, being true filos, we found ourselves 2 seats towards the front (as in behind the two front tables) and shared a table with a whole bunch of people from various parts of sydney, all group bookers, and mostly baby boomers or older. There was free champagne and wine plus some various appetizers that we missed out on because everyone else at the table liked to eat so I went to nick some from the table where everyone else from work was.

The show started with introductions about Peter Allen, who is the guy who the Boy from Oz is about. He is an aussie performer who was once married to Liza Minelli, realised he was gay, met his partner and eventually died of AIDS. He is a true Australian icon, and he popularised the song "I call Australia home" which I had never heard of till that night, much to the shock of everyone in my office as its supposed to be an aussie legend that everyone sings when they want to be patriotic.

They showed a short clip of hugh, his background and winning the Tonys, then they introduced the producer and the director - who choreographed, among other things, the salt lake city winter olympics, several musicals, and cher/madonna/barbra's tours. (his credentials were rather impressive)

Then finally, out came Hugh.

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The first thing you notice about him is that he is very tall. I mean the man is Wolverine for a reason. And that he has very clear skin and no wrinkles, which I believe is thanks to a lot of make up or as was pointed out to me later, possibly botox. He has nice crinkles around his eyes but that's it. He has a sense of humour and is very pleasant. The moment he walked on stage this old dude took his picture and there was a flash right in his face. He graciously stepped down and took a picture with him. But that was the most. He seemed to only pay attention to old people!

He talked a bit about the show and introduced the people performing with him, including Chrissy Amphlett, the lead singer of the Divinyls("When I think about you I touch myself...") who was playing Judy Garland in the film. Then he sang "I call Australia Home". Thanks to the camera I borrowed from Sacha I was able to take a lot of close ups but because he was singing and moving around a lot some of them were a bit fuzzy. He got this gift from this lady and walked around a bit near the tables in front of us. I was blocked by an entire table or I would've leapt up and possibly tried to take one of those insert yourself and me into the picture shots. When he left Vanessa leapt up and tried to get a picture of him walking by, but sadly, we missed getting that close.

After he left there was a short discussion and then they said goodbye. We hung around and they served all this yummy food - wonton, spring rolls, mini burgers and mini pizzas so we all ate. Vanessa and I hung around the media giveaway booth for so long that they finally gave us each a bag which means I now have the soundtrack, a promotional dvd, a poster, cap and a lot of other things.

I will however, not be watching the show because its too expensive and I'm not entirely a patriotic Australian... yet.

Rrrrrraunchy
A great part of what occupied my life for February was our project for Consumer Behaviour. Okay, to be fair I didn't put as much effort into this summer class as I usually do for regular classes and I still spent most of my time working but we tried. The requirements for the project involved observing a particular consumer behavior for a certain product and analyze it using marketing terms. We ended up doing Raunch Culture which is basically the consumption of sex and how it is portrayed in the media, etc. If you want an example of what Raunch Culture is, well, Paris Hilton is its poster girl.

I had to do a couple of interviews for the report so I interviewed practically all the Aussie born or bred people that I know - Simone and her boyfriend Maurice, Scott, Kartini's boyfriend and Karen her good friend, Kat, Rose, etc. asking them all these questions about what they thought about Raunch and showing them ads.

We had to do a presentation and a written report, half of which I ended up leaving to my groupmate - there were only two of us - as I had to take the exam earlier than she did. Our professor moved the exam to the Monday when I would be in the Gold Coast so I had to make arrangements to take it on the Friday anyway, which resulted in me running to Office Works to print out a ten page reviewer I had made (Thank God she gave out the exam questions early) at 10 in the morning for a 2 o clock test. (Yes. I cram.) Multiple amounts of coffee and Natural Snakes (think gummy worms) later I made my way through that exam. So far I have passed the subject, and although I did all right in my exam our presentation - which given its haphazardness I'm not surprised - although passing, didn't score so well. She appeared to have really high standards though, since the class average was even lower than our mark.

Housewarming
On the 25th of February we had our housewarming party finally at the house. I had work so my contribution pretty much was just alchohol and some dip. Sacha and Kartini went all out and made punch and whipped up home made dip. A lot of people brought beer. Sacha invited all the guys we met speed dating (yes, we went again and it was fun and we made friends, but no, i didn't meet anyone that rocked my world) but only two of them came.

The highlight of the evening was when this Russian woman who couldn't even speak english walked in through the front door and started playing the piano. We all thought she was someone else's friend but it turns out no one knew her. She started flailing around and dancing, she tried to take Rob (who we met speed dating) upstairs and she fell on some of the vegetables we had cut up for dip. Rob and Pat (new housemate) ushered her out and Rob ended up smooching with her outside. This we discovered thanks to Suheil, my friend from work who came along with Vanessa who provided running commentary. The police had to come and get her later on because someone reported her lying on the road. Rob seems to think she had been assaulted because she managed to ramble on in english when prompted and she lived in a shelter and was very frazzled and worried.

One of Kartini's friends who was a DJ spun some tunes in the lounge room while Brendan and David (also from speed dating) played acoustic music in the courtyard. There were a bunch of people we didn't know but it was pretty fun anyway. My cousin Miel and her housemate Yvette came, so did Martina from uni and her friend Yuka. We had a lot of fun entertaining. No one got really plastered. Most people stayed till around 2 or 3 - some of Sacha's friends stayed until 4 while the rest of us just knocked out - and it looks like everyone had a great time.

And the Rest of February
Will be explained by my next entry on the Gold Coast. We also had the exterminator come last Wednesday (which is technically March) and had to take all the things out of the kitchen. We are still in the process of moving everything back and the roaches are still there, primarily because we have so many methods of entry into our house. The last roach I saw the other night was huge and I actually stopped to examine it because it had interesting markings, indicating that it was one of those bush cockroaches again, which is okay as long as they aren't in the house. Thank God Lisa wasn't there or she just would have been hysterical, I was hysterical enough as it was screaming everytime I hit it as it was a really big one. We have resolved to attempt to plug up the holes in our house and get a doorstopper or as Pat says, get that powder you put under the door that stops them dead...

Eat your heart out, Paris Hilton! Here comes Sacha! Posted by Picasa

Me and my Stilettos Posted by Picasa

Rob & Kat on our night of clubbing  Posted by Picasa

Happy Birthday to Rose! With her friend from Senegal.  Posted by Picasa

With the birthday girl. Brendan, Sacha and Me Posted by Picasa

Iba ang may pinagsamahan...Andee with turkish beer.  Posted by Picasa

The Super Yummy Dip Selection Posted by Picasa

Shake that booty! The bellydancer in action Posted by Picasa

Jaya blows out the candles Posted by Picasa

Jaya & Andie cutting the...cake?  Posted by Picasa

Jaya's Tulip birthday cake Posted by Picasa

Our drinks at the Zanzibar Posted by Picasa

Simone & Me at the Zanzibar Posted by Picasa

the Zanzibar's array of drinks Posted by Picasa

Part of a Dragon! Lots of the floats featured the Beijing Olympics.  Posted by Picasa

Kung Hei Fat Choi! Posted by Picasa

One of the floats from the Chinese New Year Parade Posted by Picasa