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Liv broke her foot last week while practicing for Level 2 Co-ed Partner Stunts.  Poor girl has terrible luck; we had cushion-y foam mats all around us yet she landed funny on one stunt and wham, her foot got fractured.  She didn't fracture her sense of humour though, even while clenching her ankle in pain, she was able to try and make light of the situation.  It was brave, considering she must be so disappointed that she can't compete in next Sunday's invitational competition in Narrabeen.  She was due in Level 2 Co-ed Partner Stunts, as well as Level 3 Co-ed Group Stunts with me.

So apparently now I have to take Liv's place in Level 3.  It's gonna take a bit of a miracle because 96% of the routine consists of stunts I had NEVER done in my whole life before and I have only up until next Sunday to get them.  I had never done a basket toss and by next week I have to do a toe touch basket toss.  My one consolation is that when we tested me doing the stunts on Wednesday, I actually got them after a few tries.  But still!!  WAH LAU EH, A LOT OF PRESSURE HOR!

Oh and I nearly busted my hamstring on Wednesday, it still hurts today so I'm not sure I can do a toe touch split jump the next few days to come, let alone try and do it in a basket toss.  Brett thinks I am doing well... having managed to do a one-legged stunt in extension on my second day ever at partner stunts and pretty much getting the Level 3 stunts for group.  Think he's just being nice to me, his flier ('cause if he isn't, I'll abandon him for Kenny or Alex! oh... but Brett has all the chocolate and candy... aiyah)

In other news, it got a little awkward serving coffee today.  I was talking to one of my teammates when I mentioned my boyfriend and he kept asking me if since my boyfriend is currently out of town, "is it off?"  Guy sounded kinda disappointed that it was on?  I dunno.  Ah well, I have my modeling, university work and cheer to worry about already.  Buay tahan anything else lah.
So much is happening right now I haven't had the time to blog in so long here!

I'm currently working on the Eating the City Integrated Project at COFA, and just recently posted stuff from my design journal online.  You're more than welcome to take a tour : http://the-notebook-online.blogspot.com/

I'll mostly be posting over there until at least the end of the semester, and probably continue to post my design artsy-fartsy stuff over there.  Enjoy!


Tata!!

P.s.  Mingli, you are AWESOME.  period.

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Y'know what would be damn cool?  If I could take some x-rays of my skull and recreate a 3D replica of it as an example to examine for my entry research paper into forensics (i know it's not a pre-requisite to submit one in order to get into a course, but it would make me look smarter and nerdier).  The title of the paper I'm planning to work on when I have time is "Forensic Anthropology in relation to People of Mixed Descent"


'Cause I've been told my face has both Asian and Caucasian features.  So I wonder if that extends to my skull and what features are more dominant.
"I love you so much, I'd kill for you."
Oh but you're a jealous man in love, my darling, and I love you for it.


In other news, I was looking at some Forensic Science programmes here in Australia.  Seems like the best institutes, or more hands-on ones are in Canberra.  I can't wait to be done with Design so I can go to where my born talent really lies.  I think I am quicker and better with telling Cause of Death than designing a blasted chair.  You can give me a whole brief on what concept you want in a design but I won't necessarily get it, on the other hand, you give me a few details about the circumstances surrounding someone's death and I can give you a preliminary COD that's usually accurate with the detailed autopsy that follows.

Forensics is my true calling.

XMM.. HMM

Y'know, I never noticed it until today when I was wearing a white singlet and for once, instead of craning my neck forward a bit so I can tuck my head into my chest like I would normally do in cheerleading, I was standing straight up and just allowed my head to drop without losing the straight line of the body.


Then I noticed, I can't really see my feet.

In other news, I've discovered that the chair may be my most favourite prop in Burlesque yet.


In other other news, had a banging time rekindling some of that old romance flame.  I really needed a hug and a kiss after my grandmammy passed away the other day, and he drove 3 hours straight til he came to my doorstep.  Just to hold me, comfort me and tell me he loves me, that no matter how busy he gets, I never once leave his mind.  But I couldn't sleep that night, while I was lying in his arms; because I was afraid that if I shut my eyes, time would just fly and I wouldn't be able to see him again for another 5 months.
I haven't played a friendly three-game championship of pool on a proper table since 2008.
So today, I took to the bar for the first time in a year against some of our COFA dudes!



And won 3-zip.

My signature one-handed break is still awesome.
And I still have 98% of all my tricks consistently.



I'm totally like a dude when it comes to pool.  I just need to be drinking a beer to complete the image.
  If a person does you harm, don't take revenge.
  Don't wish him ill or misfortune.
  Instead bless him with enlightenment and a conscience.


  Because the sweetest revenge doled out onto them in exactly the right dosage is their own damn guilt.  And because by wishing them good, you come off looking like the saint, smelling like roses.
 


For him to live out each day of his life tormented by the guilt he will feel for the abuse he's dealt me... that would be way better than that time he nearly got hit by a bus.
 
 
  If a person does you harm, don't take revenge.
  Don't wish him ill or misfortune.
  Instead bless him with enlightenment and a conscience.


  Because the sweetest revenge doled out onto them in exactly the right dosage is their own damn guilt.  And because by wishing them good, you come off looking like the saint, smelling like roses.
 


For him to live out each day of his life tormented by the guilt he will feel for the abuse he's dealt me... that would be way better than that time he nearly got hit by a bus.

красавый, beautiful


Guys shun ballet.  They don't mind seeing it (unless there's a dude on stage wearing pants that really don't leave much to the imagination).  But to actually do ballet, most will tell you that you are out of your mind to even voice the notion of such an idea.

To these guys I say, you know what?  I think a guy who does ballet is damn hot.  You get a good physique, you know how to move properly, you become more graceful and have a delightful-to-watch element in your walk... need I say more, really?  I'd sooner watch the guy who glides into the room with poise than the lumberjack who ape-walks his way in, thanks.  And I'd much prefer the guy who obviously takes care of himself than the dude who has a beer gut but expects me to keep myself in shape (double standard alert!!).

There is just something about a guy who holds himself well.  That's the X factor.

Roberto Bolle, seriously, he makes me want to do ballet again...

And I totally would, right here and now.



But unfortunately my bunions are killing me.  :(
It's admirable, when a dude has got the balls to come up to a girl and hit on her.
But it's far less so, when the dude goes about it arrogantly (especially if it's not hard to see why he's single in the first place).
I may model on and off, but I'm never up my own arse to the point I'd rate myself as "very good-looking".
And what never fails to amuse/disgust me is when dudes who are so not good-looking strut up to you like they're the handsomest man on Earth, with big guns, big pecs, a six-pack abs and state-of-the-art equipment in their pants, and act like they are.
Way to go, dude.


To these losers, I'd say

"Honey, your ego is writing checks that your body can't cash."