Wednesday, May 23, 2007

*despite watching one episode of Chobits after another, the world feels pretty grey right now*

attention: read while watching/listening to this AMV:

it's called post-glamour depression i guess. or not
last night went well. i had a lot of fun, i danced well, i discovered that virgin mary's taste a whole world better with tequila in them
weee for my new flask. :P

(these photos are post-performance. And the black top under the pants is actually my jazz body piece)
and there was a Samba-Rock singer, and an African dance group. Pretty cool
and this girl couldn't get more conceited than she felt last night
knowing that the reason i was working last night was cuz it was this guy's birthday and he had specifically requested my performance. After the show he spoke to me and Master, and asked about the odds of me dancing at the party he throws monthly at some other club. Which brought to my attention that well, i already have a "photo book" for modeling, i really need some business cards now.
And of course, the post show compliments also do the ego a little good. :P
hmmm... ego.
Ego shot from a couple sundays ago.
jazz class last night was amazing. For some reason (and these misterious good things can happen as much as they want to, i won't mind), the people from the dance school gave me this gigantic discount, so i'll be paying 100R$ less than i would for the full price for Tap dancing, Belly dancing and Jazz lessons. This bird is absurdely happy about it, she has no words to describe how fucking great it feels. Even if it is hard. i love it!
i promised to help a friend. He is great. But it will fuck up my health, and it was a stupid thing to do. Well, what won't i do for a friend?
(he says this is the one pose that won't any wrinkles show.)

i promised to spend the night from thursday to friday helping him sew the clothes he has to finish by saturday. He is a fantastic fashion designer and one of the coolest friends i've ever had. Just watching him work is terrifically educational. And if it weren't for him, i wouldnt have a clue about burlesque till this day. It was to his fetish party i went dressed to as a french maid last october. It was at his fetish party in november that he asked me if i wouldnt like to dance. And as he is a Dom, he is also a great friend of my Master.
if feels incredible when someone so talented sees talent in you
but i know already my body will resent it. The all night sewing thing, i mean
its exams time @ work. i love it, i don't have to prep class. i hate it, i have sooooo many things to correct and grade
and i am still wearing yesterday's makeup. This eye putti is almost indestructible...
i can't believe i still haven't gone to the gym. Ok, ok, i have a half healed tattoo on my back, and etc...
But the real reason is that i feel so fucking burnt out. Yesterday was stressing, but not too much. And it was good. And monday was quite the same. So what is my problem?
my body aches. Part cuz of dance lessons, part cuz Master gave it to me a bit too hard last night (or was it this morning?), after we got home from the gig. Really, my poor bum...
i have a few videos to edit when i am in the mood. Weeee for editing life. And due to the poor weather (damn, its cold) thats all i'll weeeee about today
i got out of bed a couple times today. Yeah, yadda yadda about aching body and the cold. But all i did was apply an oral exam at 7 this morning and buy "Pastel" on the way home (no, there is no translation for that although my brother insists it should be called fried dough) for lunch and some veggies at the farmers market on my street... then i watched chobits and slept. A lot. i only got up for a doctors appointment, which made me feel even grumpier. Grumpy for having to take anti-histaminics again, and grumpy because the stupid doctor kept me waiting for 50 minutes for my appointment. That ass!
and i have another test to apply in 20 minutes.. Hope Master is nearby by the time it ends. Since that awful episode over a month ago, i never go home at night alone. Ever.
i really want to feel better. i really want to start working on my new number. Its all mostly together in my head, so i need to sew the outfit and buy the lingerie and props to finish connecting the pieces.
somehow, i think this street art reflects my spirits today.
in a word: blah!
listening to: Shoo, shoo baby - Andrew Sisters
wearing: high waist jeans, over a baby pink cashemere twin-set.
drinking: cold whole milk.
eating: nothing, the fried pastries (Pastel) made me feel sick-ish.
craving: icecream. With hot fudge on it. That or lemon jell-o.

foolish thing i currently woo for: Tok&Stock's schnauzer line of office accessories. Yeah, i know its foolish.
"Narrator: In A.D. 2101, war was beginning.
Captain: What happen ?
Mechanic: Somebody set up us the bomb.
(spoken in the Flash animation as Someone set up us the bomb)
Operator: We get signal.
Captain: What !
Operator: Main screen turn on.
Captain: It's you !!
CATS: How are you gentlemen !!
CATS: All your base are belong to us.
CATS: You are on the way to destruction.
Captain: What you say !!
CATS: You have no chance to survive make your time.
CATS: Ha Ha Ha Ha ....
(spoken in the Flash animation as Ha Ha Ha)
Operator: Captain !! *
Captain: Take off every 'Zig' !!
Captain: You know what you doing.
Captain: Move 'Zig'.
Captain: For great justice. "


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