drum class #1

[Originally posted on my old moblog site. Republishing here now.]

Drum class was fun! My tutor is 80 years old and he is such a darling. He's really good and patient. According to him, I'm a quick study. He's already fast forwarded me a few lessons ahead and taught me some basic rhythms which he will be testing me on the next lesson.

He has students from all over the world and there's this little sheet of paper he displays behind the music score on the stand with short everyday phrases in many different languages. I learnt a few italian and french greetings as I hit on the drums.

I even learnt a new english word which is rather useful:

de·fen·es·trate (dē-fěn'ĭ-strāt')
To throw out of a window.

"I'm gonna test you on these rhythms next lesson and I'll defenestrate you if you get a single beat wrong."

drum class

[Originally posted on my old moblog site. Republishing here now.]

Remember how I used to talk non stop about forming a band, learning the drums etc? I have finally gotten myself registered for drum classes! Private one-to-one lesson with this guy called Jack Savage, highly recommended by a friend who's also learning from him. One step closer to my dream of forming a band! Will update my learning progress here. First lesson starts this Saturday. Can't wait!

i whine

[Originally posted on my old moblog site. Republishing here now.]

I quote naijiz: "When Jac sees a doctor, she must be so sick to the point where she thinks she's gonna die type." I usually have to be dragged to the doctor's. Number 1 reason being I think it's a waste of money. In most cases, I can diagnose my flu and self medicate.

It becomes another story when my throat is all red and swollen and talking becomes too painful (and I'm known for having a high pain threshold). When the infection reaches the stomach and causes you to spew. So I've got no choice but to run to the doc for antibiotics and some anti-vomit meds this time. Consultation alone was AUD45. Medicine was another AUD65.

I miss home the most when I'm this sick. My flat in Simei has a clinic just 3min walk away. Here in Sydney, I can't get to any clinic without a car. And there is no Mama here to take me.

No Mama here to cook porridge for me and remind me to take my medicine too. I've got no energy to cook anything so I survived yesterday on bread. But now that I'm spewing out everything I eat, I guess I can do without food for the time being.

Being the proud independent person I am, I most certainly don't ask for help unless absolutely necessary. I'll drive myself to the clinic if I have a car and run the risk of getting into an accident (when you're sick, you usually can't concentrate very well) which I think is a very irresponsible act, or take a taxi. I definitely cannot walk very far in my sick state. I'll make do with the rubbish food I have in the fridge or grab some instant porridge from the convenience store just downstairs. I'll set alarm to remind me of medication time. And whine online how shittty I feel and how much I wish I have someone to take care of me here.

2 days of mc, cannonball and orange

[Originally posted on my old moblog site. Republishing here now. For full entry with photos, click here.]

I'm having a bad throat infection and a fever that comes and goes, and listening to Cannonball, currently my favourite song on my iTunes playlist while I write about my trip to Orange.

Went to Orange (45min flight from Sydney) for a day of training with a few girls on Friday and spent Saturday driving around, stoning in cafes, dancing up a storm at a vineyard into the night and struggling to stay awake in the 3hours drive back to Sydney in the wee hours of the morning.

We met the worst jerks we ever met on our gals' night out to a pub on Friday night. It's a really long story and we've gotten so sick and tired of telling and re-telling it that we've kinda decided to write and post it here. But that would have to be a story for another day. I'm drifting into the zzz world due to my medication so it will just be a picture post this round. For more photos, click here.

Sidetrack: I wore the same t-shirt for 2 days and bumped into the same jerks the second day who immediately commented: "Hey you were wearing that last night!" That was embarrassing.

We were so lucky. The night of our arrival into Orange, there was a X'mas street party and fireworks!

lover's tattoo

[Originally posted in my moblog. Republishing here now.]

My lover bought me a tattoo! My x'mas pressie!



It's a really cool phoenix. (It's airbrushed on, not permanent. I'll only have it for about 2 weeks.)



Tonight is her last night here in Sydney. So we went for a nice sukiyaki dinner at Juju's. I also spent the day with her in Bondi - romantic walk in the rain along the beach.

x'mas party

[Originally posted in my moblog. Shortened and republished here now. Click here for full entry with photos.]

Just went for my company's christmas party on saturday. We booked the entire beer hall of this particular german restaurant and pub I frequent and 220 people from my company registered. I had loads of fun! (although there was a scary 10min I thought I was going to die of a heart attack - the palpitations again.)

Go to my multiply album for more pics. But sorry, there are tonnes of photos that cannot be published to the public. Email me separately for scandalous pics!