Jungle monsoon...
I'd like to write a lot about how I feel about people about life...
But it gets more and more difficult as my term progresses.
Friday night I was at the inauguration for MUOSS... it was a touching ceremony, and you can tell they really dished out the funds and the effort to turn that night into one that was thoroughly enjoyable by all the guests. I'm glad I dressed up, because it was practically a ball!
Last night I attended the RMIT ball... the first ball I've been to here in Australia, other than the NLCAC ball (and my god, the rumours started flying after that one - what a night!) - and I arrived over an hour late! Saturday night meant that I couldn't get a cab for some reason, so I ended up takin the tram, which then stopped in the middle of bloody nowhere due to some sort of bomb scare... Yay. I thought the ball would have been a drag, but I really enjoyed myself - and I feel that the ice between me and one certain person is beginning to thaw just a little bit. I had to dance on stage! Ack! I was sitting there happily munching on my vegan maincourse, when the dancers started picking out people from the audience for a latin dance competition, which involved a whole lot of dirty dancing... My partner was really off the deep-end... I would have been ok, except I was wearing a Chinese dress which has a slit ALL the way up the leg, meaning that I'm not supposed to be doing much of boogying around... Tenzing and Ling said "I closed my eyes, don't worry", but Nic was just laughing his head off, and Melvin said "I like your dress... it's very very nice"... I wonder just how much of my ass must have been showing... Despite all that flashing of ...erm... upper leg, the audience couldn't decide on a winner, because by that time, most of them were too drunk to remember they were supposed to cheer the loudest for the best couple.
All through the ball, I couldn't help but think that a certain somebody was missing... I'm sure we'd have won that dance competition, huh? Well, I guess we'll have to wait until we're attending a ball somewhere in the some place and time again, won't we, my love? It should be one in an open field in the middle of a jungle, where the monsoon rain blurs the outlines of the tigers creeping in on the guests... It could be a private ball, where the mascara is running into my eyes from the heavy rain, and I'd reach over and smooth the hair that flops down on your face away from your eyes and kiss you, there in the jungle, oblivious to the world, cleansed by the forces of nature...
But it gets more and more difficult as my term progresses.
Friday night I was at the inauguration for MUOSS... it was a touching ceremony, and you can tell they really dished out the funds and the effort to turn that night into one that was thoroughly enjoyable by all the guests. I'm glad I dressed up, because it was practically a ball!
Last night I attended the RMIT ball... the first ball I've been to here in Australia, other than the NLCAC ball (and my god, the rumours started flying after that one - what a night!) - and I arrived over an hour late! Saturday night meant that I couldn't get a cab for some reason, so I ended up takin the tram, which then stopped in the middle of bloody nowhere due to some sort of bomb scare... Yay. I thought the ball would have been a drag, but I really enjoyed myself - and I feel that the ice between me and one certain person is beginning to thaw just a little bit. I had to dance on stage! Ack! I was sitting there happily munching on my vegan maincourse, when the dancers started picking out people from the audience for a latin dance competition, which involved a whole lot of dirty dancing... My partner was really off the deep-end... I would have been ok, except I was wearing a Chinese dress which has a slit ALL the way up the leg, meaning that I'm not supposed to be doing much of boogying around... Tenzing and Ling said "I closed my eyes, don't worry", but Nic was just laughing his head off, and Melvin said "I like your dress... it's very very nice"... I wonder just how much of my ass must have been showing... Despite all that flashing of ...erm... upper leg, the audience couldn't decide on a winner, because by that time, most of them were too drunk to remember they were supposed to cheer the loudest for the best couple.
All through the ball, I couldn't help but think that a certain somebody was missing... I'm sure we'd have won that dance competition, huh? Well, I guess we'll have to wait until we're attending a ball somewhere in the some place and time again, won't we, my love? It should be one in an open field in the middle of a jungle, where the monsoon rain blurs the outlines of the tigers creeping in on the guests... It could be a private ball, where the mascara is running into my eyes from the heavy rain, and I'd reach over and smooth the hair that flops down on your face away from your eyes and kiss you, there in the jungle, oblivious to the world, cleansed by the forces of nature...