Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Latin Nights

I was meant to go to Sydney last weekend but plans changed at the last minute cos my lift intended to leave early and I had to work late on Friday. Yes, I had to work late when most people usually leave work early on Friday afternoons. Hayayay! I don’t remember being this flat out at work… ever. Let’s just say that I’m not too happy with the way our project is being managed and everyone else in my team thinks the same. But I digress. There’s a lot to talk about in that aspect of my life but I think I’m gonna leave it for later. The glass is half full and there are still things to be thankful for. Like last weekend, for example.

I missed my bus and took a cab to Old Parliament House after work. I could’ve walked but it was too hot and I was already heaps tired. The 7-minute cab ride cost me $12. That’s one beer and a kebab, probably. Buti na lang I don’t drink… at least I don’t have to regret taking the cab cos I won’t ever need extra cash for that last bottle of beer. Every Friday, grads from all over the place flock the courtyard of OPH to start the weekend with cheap beers and cocktails. For some, it’s also a place for hooking up and finding a date for the weekend. For others, it’s just another chance to get trashed. For most of us, it’s simply a venue to catch up with friends after a long week of slaving away in front of our computers. Nat, Marcus and the rest of the Brasilian gang were already there. Frank Madrid was also there, dj-ing and playing Latin music. I enjoyed it immensely. We were the only ones dancing in the beginning but more and more people joined later on. This Aussie guy mistook me for a South American. Kala daw nya I’m Latina cos I look and dance like one. What a load of bollocks! Hahaha! The rest of the evening was very nice though. The night sky was beautiful and the cool summer breeze also contributed to the relaxed vibe of the place. By the time Frank starting packing his gear, my feet were literally sore from dancing the night away.


Saturday was just as good. The Latin Carnival was on so all of Canberra was out and about in Garema Place. I didn’t have high expectations at all. I wasn’t too keen to check it out anymore but changed my mind and decided to go with Cat and Dave. They were playing my kind of music after all. And I was just looking forward to a night out without having to listen to techno and mainstream r&b. They had dodge ‘em cars, games and other kiddie rides that we weren’t too interested in. We tried to get Dave to go on the carnival’s own version of Disneyland’s Dumbo ride but he’d only do it in exchange for five beers. I was only game to shout him one. Boo! Fortunately, we didn’t have to amuse ourselves for much longer. We watched some capoeira, lambada, samba, salsa, flamenco, etc. We also walked past an artist who was working on some pretty amazing paintings of Canberra. They reminded me of those paintings of Curitiba that Doug forwarded ages ago. The best bit, of course, was dancing. It’s just a pity that I didn’t have a dance partner that night. I danced a bit of salsa with Lauro but I think Cat and I were the only ones who had dancing in mind for that evening. ;) Apart from a group of Lola’s singing Cuban songs 10 times slower than their original versions, I must say that I’m impressed with all the other groups that performed. I think Son Veneno deserves special mention. Their music is HOT HOT HOT. It’s Latin with a hiphop twist - my choice of poison for the night. ;p We went to Kind O’Malleys at around 130am. We met up with Ozan and his friends and finally called it a night at about half past three.


I slept in on Sunday, woke up at lunch time and watched Y Tu Mama Tambien for the *nth time. I miss Gael. Haha wala lang. I’ve been watching his movies all week. Buti na lang I have all of them on DVD. ;) I spent the rest of the day uploading photos and TRYING to organize my room. Later that evening, Erik sent an sms asking if I can make it to the Belgian café. I wasn’t able to go though. I was making arroz al horno and the paellera was already in the oven. Too late to postpone cooking for later. I stayed home instead, had dinner with my flatmates and caught up on some sleep to reenergize myself for another week at work.

arroz al horno

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Why Hello There Lumix!

YESSSSS!!! I finally got my Lumix FZ30! Next to shoes, cameras come a close second on the list of things that I fancy the most. The frustrated photographer in me has been thinking of getting a DSLR for a long time now. I've gone through heaps of reviews on D70's and 350D's when I came across the FZ30. It's not an SLR but it was the Leica lens that originally called out to me. I've discovered heaps of other things about it since and it didn't take me too long to fall in love with this camera. It suits my needs and my style perfectly. It'll also be handy when I go on my big trip in May. Aiiiiieeeee!


Meet my family of cameras (sans Cameron the Ixus cos I used him to take these photos): Paco the Action Sampler, Gael the Lumix, Lola the Holga and Bruno the Frogeye. I still want to get a Leica by the way. And I'm sure I'll still want an SLR in the future. But I think this family will be fine as it is for a while. Looks like a happy bunch, hey? :)


Not that I Don't Have Anything to Write About

But because I have yet to find the courage to talk about the disorganised thoughts in my head...

Jason Mraz - You and I Both

Was it you who spoke the words that things would happen but not to me
Oh things are gonna happen naturally
And taking your advice I'm looking on the bright side
And balancing the whole thing
But often times those words get tangled up in lines
And the bright lights turn to night
Until the dawn it brings
A little bird who'll sing about the magic that was you and me

Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
What you and I spoke of
Others only dream of the love that I love

See I'm all about them words
Over numbers, unencumbered numbered words
Hundreds of pages, pages, pages forwards
More words then I had ever heard and I feel so alive
Now you and I, you and I
Not so little you and I anymore
And with this silence brings a moral story
more importantly evolving is the glory of a boy

you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm already finally out of

and it's okay if you have go away
just remember the telephone works both ways
and if I never ever hear it ring
if nothing else I'll think the bells inside
have finally found you someone else and that's okay
cause I'll remember everything you sang

you and I both loved what you and I spoke of
and others just read of and if you could see now
well I'm already finally out of words.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Dear Bono...

Dear Bono

Why oh why do your songs have to hit so close to home? Maybe I'm just really pumped up for your concert in March. But who am I kidding? I can't wait for the concert but there's another reason why I can't seem to get enough of "Walk On" and "Stuck in a Moment You Can't Get Out Of" these days. Hope it'll just be a little while till a beautiful day dawns on me again.


Walk On

And love is not the easy thing
The only baggage you can bring...
And love is not the easy thing....
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind

And if the darkness is to keep us apart
And if the daylight feels like it's a long way off
And if your glass heart should crack
And for a second you turn back
Oh no, be strong

Walk on, walk on
What you got they can’t steal it
No they can’t even feel it
Walk on, walk on...
Stay safe tonight

You're packing a suitcase for a place none of us has been
A place that has to be believed to be seen
You could have flown away
A singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly, only fly for freedom

Walk on, walk on
What you've got they can't deny it
Can’t sell it, can’t buy it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight

And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Home… hard to know what it is if you’ve never had one
Home… I can’t say where it is but I know I'm going home
That's where the hurt is

I know it aches
How your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind
All that you reason
All that you sense
All that you speak
All you dress up
All that you scheme…