and...she is alive

Food poisoning is deadly. I shall bypass the details that may evoke certain gastrointestinal dysfunctioning. It must have been me littering in the Yarra river....(I never littered before, and this is the river god's punishment...wah)

Will keep this short and simple. Friday was my big day:

Day: After arriving at the ABC (dragging Steph my roommate with me) at around 1.30pm, we waited until 3.10pm for my audition. Let's just say, my warm up consisted of talking about boys, life and blah, plus the feel goodness of jazz improvs, Rasmus Faber and chill out riffs. As a result, my mood was highly sensitised to 'let's boogy' instead of 'let's get serious' which, somewhat sadly, contributed to my highly-relaxed-therefore-slack state of attitude when it came to me playing in front of three strange looking men (adjudicators). Conclusively, if I do pass to the next round, it would be by sheer luck. Otherwise, I congratulate myself nevertheless, for entering something so massive after only 2 months of preparation plus 6 years of non-competing activities.

Night: DJ graduation party. I forgot to bring my first track...but, starting off with the second track wasn't too bad. A pity a few of my friends missed my spin, however, just to see my music making people feel groovy makes up for it all. As my nerves were pretty stretched during the daytime, it was somewhat more settled for the night. Dancing to Mark John's mixes were awsome...

I appreciate all the good will my friends gave me during the times of stress, and happiness, and of course, when I was bed-ridden and looking like a drove-through furball. Although I don't believe in a God God, ...God bless you all.