We have so much fun just hanging out with each other and talking heaps of crap. I notice I’ve become a lot like him, but not sure if I’ve rubbed off on him at all…

Like yesterday, I start randomly singing “I got 99 cents… But I aint got a dollar”. Haha lame.

Here’s to a lifetime of lame jokes, light-hearted insults and lots of dancing together

Anyways I’m really convinced there’s something wrong with my memory and that I should try and document everything I can to keep those memories alive, so first I’m gonna start posting about all the random photos that are on my phone, transferred from my Curve to my new Bold.

So this was taken over a year ago, 8 Oct 2008. I think it was from Kura III Japanese restaurant and we wanted to take away the green tea ice cream we had ordered. Well they gave it to us in a big plastic tray with chopstix to eat it with. Interesting experience.

Since my last post here I got my own domain name and web space, fucked around with WordPress and lost my sanity.

Here it is, Mztrina.com

It’s almost 7 months.

I just woke up from a strange dream that I was riding a horse in a great big paddock and it was going so fast that I loved it and was scared shitless of falling off at the same time but I kept going. I believe that dreams have meaning so I searched to find what mine what trying to tell me:

“The horse represents passion, sexual needs, boisterous energies.
Riding a horse predicts success of the project, if the reins are held firmly and a rider remains steadily in the saddle. Dreaming about horses being in the pasture is a sign that you need more freedom and independence.”

From Dream-Land Dictionary

According to Freud:

“…dancing, climbing stairs, riding horseback, going up and down in an elevator = coitus (sexual intercourse). Gun, horse, and plough are phallic symbols. Wild animal = sexual passion, horse = virility.”

From A Cognitive Theory of Dream Symbols

“Controlling the horse or fear of it: Trying to control, or fear of, feelings of love and sexuality, of our own natural drives and emotions that are powerful enough either to give us motivation in our activities, or drag us along unwillingly.
Horse running freely: Allowing ones emotions or sexuality free reign; love of life.
Struggling to control the horse: Fighting with ones urges and natural drives; difficulty in controlling ones emotions or sexuality.
Uneasy on ride: being taken for a ride; feeling ones emotions are dominating.
Wild horse: Undirected energy; sexuality which might not take care of personal or interpersonal needs.”

- DreamHawk.com

I think they’re right.

I was pretty fucked.

I wasn’t even supposed to stay, but the director made me, by telling someone else to tell me. Luckily I made friends with a girl who was really into my dancing and I found out that she went to school with Alicia (who I know from Darrio‘s class and now she goes to UNSW, is part of D2MG and has taken 2 of the dance classes I taught), and get this – she remembers me from that CUSA talent quest last year held at uni where the grand prize was $5000. We entered that as D2MG, and there weren’t many other contestants, and we pulled off an awesome show only to find out that some other chick won (rigged, hard) and SHE turned out to be THAT chick – her name’s Panda. Yes.

Then she started talking about dancing and how her roommate goes to Dancekool; she got real excited when I mentioned DK and even more so when I mentioned Kenky. So excited that she got my email to add to MSN. And you know what the funniest thing is? She thought I was 15. No joke, and she’s only turning 19 next month.

I got out of there as fast as I could.

So my sister has been wanting to learn to dance for a while, asking me how to shake, krump and crip-walk, but it was at Looze Control when she got really inspired (and eyed out Lowe); so I took her to Mel’s breaking class for kids, but she preferred learning private lessons from YJ at Parra PCYC. Besides Lowe trained there along with Luke and the rest of SKB/NBD so she goes there once-twice a week to break.

Our parents are highly supportive of our dancing, coming to Looze Control to see my group Groovesteps win, and encourage my sister’s dream to be a dope ass bgirl (I ranted about this in the D2MG forums).

On the flipside, my brother, who is the middle sibling, has absolutely no interest in dancing whatsoever. He won’t even watch it. The first time I ever took a Hiphop dance workshop, I dragged my brother along with me and he must’ve only been in year 10 or something, and he wasn’t really into it. Now I keep asking him just to watch the Groovesteps’ “Kill Bill” routine from Looze Control and Groove Blacktown and he says to me, “honestly I really don’t want to. I just really don’t care and would rather not watch it.” Hmmm. I guess it’s like if he were a professional boxer and asked me to watch his matches, I’d be like “honestly, no.” Well maybe I’d check it once…

Btw I’ve started a D2MG blog hahaha. It must be my 5th blog that I’m on right now (wtf is wrong with me?)

So after finally getting footage of Groove Blacktown from Mr Pauler I kept watching the videos and thought, did we really just place second place? I’m real cut still that certain judges put Psalms before us – why? Because I really felt that we deserved that title. Groovesteps have been wanting it for a while and were always falling short. This time I just believed we got rorted hard. Sure we has skits and props, but they were part of a concept and there was more dancing than skits… hmmm check the videos of Groovesteps and Psalms:

My brother just came in and asked to measure my body fat or Body Mass Index or something like that. I’m wearing about 6 layers on my top half so it was an effort just because of that. Then he was pinching me with some plastic thing, all to tell me that my body fat percentage is about 22% where the ideal range is 18-26%. Ooo yeah. But he wants to measure it again tomorrow morning because it’s a more accurate indication; that and I just had 2 bowls of migoreng after discovering a whole box in the kitchen.

It was my first time ever making migoreng, and when I first tasted it years ago when my first ex made it for me, I wasn’t all too thrilled and wondered what the fuss was about. Then I tasted it again with what’s his name recently and it was really nice. So starts my instant migoreng phase. Woohoo I just asked my brother to make me migoreng. He said that you shouldn’t have more than one a day because of the MSG. Pft. Btw he’s almost completed his course in Personal Training, which explains all the body fat and health stuff.

Oh I only realised today that my driver’s licence expired last Saturday LOL. Meh. I’ll get a “Photo Card” (they changed it from “Proof of Age Card” tomorrow. Otherwise I won’t be able to get in to watch the D2MG boys (including the adopted Luke and Pauler) battle at the Taura Taura event at USYD. It sucks that it’s on the same time as Ada’s 21st at Shelbourne (which is now spelt with one L)… I know HE expects me to go with him so I know where I’m going first… hopefully the party won’t have ended by the time we leave Taura Taura. Gay.

Darrio called me a little earlier asking if I wanted to hang out with him and Chris Brown’s dancers at their hotel room. Nah, I’d rather stay home. Wonder how Blacktown was? Darrio also told me that Chris’ dancers told him that they don’t krump; yet I received an sms today advertising the HIPHOP/KRUMP workshop by Chris’ dancers at UDC. Pft. I hate liars.

The thing I absolutely love about writing this personal blog of mine apart from my hiphop and dancing ones is that I don’t have to worry about copyright or what I write, and can go off-topic as much as I want, like right now.

Damn, I haven’t hung out with Lenny in ages.

Last Friday night was really random. Had the last rehearsal with Caramell for the showcase at Groove City the next day; Lenny was there and we hung out for a while, reminiscing back in the days when I lived in Epping and he would call me up at 11pm on a Saturday night while I was sleeping:

Hahaha. Don’t worry Lenny, *fob accent* half a year to go until I move back.

Anyways, we talked and had the good ol’ 20pack nuggets with BBQ and McChicken sauce, along with fries, a drink and McFlurries. One thing that Lenny said that really got to me was our discussion about the police.

See, there’s a police car near you, and most people freak out like they’re done something wrong or just take great precautions not to break the law. Lenny on the otherhand says “I’m the safest car on the road right now, got my own bodyguard escort and everything.” I never saw it like that. He says it’s because when we were young, our parents would tell us that if we’re bad, the cops will get us and lock us up. So from a young age we’re brought up scared of the cops and when a lovely man with a lollipop or candy bar (I’m so American) play on this fear of the police they are quite successful – paedophiles. Such a scary thought.

Ooo just got GROOVE BLACKTOWN & CITY footage baby. Will post up soon.

Comment or die

By the way. Commenting is a good thing. If you stop by someone’s place, just leave a lil something to let them know you dropped by and read their shit. It takes 10 seconds honestly and it’s nice to interact with readers. I always feel like I’m talking to air and most of the time its haters who bother writing anything – look fuckers, you think you’re so tough writing that shit hiding behind a computer screen and a lame ass nickname, you prolly just a lonely, insecure kid who needs to hate on others cuz you get hated on.

And what’s with the ‘Emo’ generation? I read about it here and there, and all I see is suicidal and over-emotional teens. Wow. Now that’s a fad? Cutting your wrists, blaming the world for your shit life and other dumb shit you selfish, immature, over-emotional, ungrateful punks.

It’s not your life to take. You didn’t create your life, so what right do you have to take it? Nothing can ever be so bad that not living is a better option. There are people you’ll hurt and mess up if they lose you, only you’re prolly too self-absorbed to notice. Everyone has problems, deal with it. Fuck.

I seen people pull themselves out of the worst possible living circumstances by NOT killing themselves. People who have been traumatised by situations, those with disabilities, diseases they were born with or developed – what’s your excuse?

Think of the people who are running for their lives; they actually wanna live but there’s no guarantee of that. Go find out about children growing up in warzones, or in a family so poor they have to scavenge the rubbish tips for food, and anything they can sell; read about

It ain’t right.

But I guess people who think like that have some psychological disorder; maybe they lose the ability to reason, to think logically and certain chemicals in their brain overpower any rational thought.

Someone commented on my post saluting Skeeter Rabbit from the Electric Boogaloos saying that he had committed suicide. Why? And a friend of a friend who took her life last weekend.

Tragic.
Unnecessary.

I was searching through my diary and found an earlier entry, which detailed one particular Saturday night, 30 July 2005; Lenny and I went to 411@Pumphouse which was the weekly ritual for a few months, and saw Tammy, Joe, Yowie, Raljk and Marlene in the line, Rommel (as shown below) at the door (seen the ad for BOOST bars? Hahaha) who was playin’ bouncer and hooked me up (the line was real long and no one likes paying cover charge).

Well the highlight of the night was all the battling going on; it started off as breaking but then when they got tired, turned into hiphop and I was outside when Carl grabs me and says “Yo, get in there Kat.” I ended up doing what I thought was krumping at the time, but it was more clowning, and challenged Oliver from Footclan with some shaking then krumping.

I heard a lot of cheers and didn’t realise until the next day when Lenny told me, that Tammy was actually behind me doing the opposite of everything I did, so it was like partner battle ooo yeah. I even remember saying to Tammy afterwards, “yo we should get routines ready so we can battle more together” (well that hasn’t happened yet).

Oh shit! The funniest thing was when I walked outta the circle and Tammy was battling Oliver and he got on the ground and tried to go through her legs but because she was too short his head was as high as her crotch and she was so shocked hahaha it was just wack.

Ok so this pic is pretty crap; but it’s the only physical evidence I have of that night.

The things I waste my time on. I spent a good hour on this site which is similar to the traditional “spot the difference” brain teaser except this also teases your pants by using pictures of sexy women like Jessica Alba, Angelina Jolie, Paris Hilton, Carmen Electra, Adriana Lima and more. I spent a good hour on this site, some of them ridiculously easy, while others were insanely difficult. It tests your attention to detail and your ability to not be distracted by the half-naked women. It also shows how easy it is to manipulate photographs so don’t believe everything you see on the Internet or magazines.

MixedFolks.com

Now, when I’m surfing the net, I always get sidetracked, just like I do in most of my conversations and whenever I think about something. So I can’t remember how I ended up looking at photos of the half Spanish half Filipino nude model Alley Bagget. I do remember however, that somewhere in that link chain I stumbled across MixedFolks.com which has a site full of celebrities that are of mixed races, although not so accurate and highly out of date. There’s heaps of other things I waste my time on but that’s for another time.