Belly dancing

It was a hectic day. I started it by going to a belly dancing class, completely unplanned, as I intended to do some weights today but saw that the class was on at 9.15am and thought, why not?

I was pleasantly surprised by what I learnt! The music our instructor played was good Middle East music (to my virgin ears :P) but definitely one I gladly wobbled to. Wobbled as in I felt a bit uncoordinated making the moves she suggested. I wasn't completely new to it as I remembered feeling exactly the same way when Belle and I attended the hip hop dance class held in Parramatta. I loved it though. Plus, I think I was the youngest person in there. All of them in their 50s or older. One in particular who caught my attention was this New Zealander woman (in her late 60s), who came to the class but had to stop midway because her knees started to ache. But good for her for giving it a go!

It was my first class of course but I already got the hang of it. And when the instructor came up to me she asked me if I've done other dancing before and I said yes. And she said I can tell. That's pretty cool.

Okay, so I'm not too happy about my, ugh, muffin top. I don't understand why they called it muffin top. sure it looks like a muffin top but it's far more hideous while muffin tops are delish!

I have all these things I want to write about but chances are my fingers will tire before I get around to writing about all of them. Okay, so after Belly Dancing, I had a major outburst when my brother asked me for money so he can lend it to my cousin who needs the money to pay his motorcycle. I mean, he's going to lend someone money by lending money from me. I think it's great that he wants to help my cousin but what about me? I'm always the "takbuhan". Even when I've got no more money, it's all charged on my credit card. What happens if I lose my job? How can I pay for all my debts?

I went to Jane's place to get a videocam of veej blogging so that was good. I felt a sense of achievement there. Then I dropped it off at Joey's place whom I took to dinner. I wanted him to see a bit more of Sydney while he's here.

The christmas lights are lit. Pinochet is dead. The bushfire continue to blaze. And I'm here downloading Gwen Stefani's latest album courtesy of a fellow blogger.

Life is good.

Michy