 summerflingFemale Welcome!
I've always been fortunate enough that my parents took me in their travels. I've seen a lot of stuff that I'm definitely not taking for granted. This blog is one of the ways I'd like to preserve those experiences. A pity that I only thought of it now. Then again, it'd be hard to recall some of the places ten years ago...
Why Summer Fling?
It's been a long-running joke among me and my friends that when we'd go off to Europe (or some other 'exotic' locale), we'd find boys to have summer flings with. Alas, no such luck for me. Hence, this blog is my summer fling. Cheers!
About the Entries:
1. Dana's vocabulary is weird. I can use 'thingy' and 'acclimate' in the same sentence. I also often put in obscure slang, or not-so-obscure but non-globally friendly Filipino. If you can't understand me, don't worry. Even my friends don't :D
2. Dana has a potty mouth Ha. Take that, private school! If it helps, I mostly use foreign swear words. Unless I'm in that foreign swear word's country.
3. Dana's memory and hearing ain't all that accurate. And I'm studying to become a journalist. Great. Anyway, if someone sees something wrong about the facts here, just tell me and I'll be happy to correct it.
4. Babbling is one of Dana's favorite pastimes. I'm actually quite inane.
5. Don't mind Dana's bouts of peevishness. Quote Avenue Q: "Everyone's a little bit racist, sometimes. Doesn't mean I go around committing hate crimes..." Logically, I know it's stupid to prejudge or generalize. But hey, I'm often irrational. If it helps, I'm sorry about my episodes afterwards.:D
6. Dana is a nerd. I compulsively take notes. Sorry. Heck, the only reason my entries are long is because I want to use the copious notes. And, I wax poetic.
7. Dana will rip out the spleen of anyone who uses these pictures of her and her family without her consent and feed it to the live komodo dragons while owners of said spleens watch in agony as fire ants crawl all over their honey-smeared bodies. This is rather self explanatory.
Links:
DANA
Wikipedia--in case you want to know more about the countries...
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Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Faaaaaaah-king Hell, Billy.
At 1930 we trooped to the Victoria Palace Theatre to watch Billy Elliot. Alas, we weren’t able to get a discount. The musical wasn’t as good as We Will Rock You—nothing is—but I nevertheless enjoyed it.
Billy Elliot is set in Margaret Thatcher London, and blue-collar people are as miserable as they come. Growing up in this dismal atmosphere is Billy, forced to learn boxing with his best friend Michael. One day, forced to lock up after class, Billy happens to see the ballet class. And so begins Billy’s love affair with dance.
The language they used immediately shocked me. Coarse, blunt Cockney…I loved it! the dancing was awesome, a mix of classical ballet, pop punk and pure improv(isation).
Michael was love. The boy was truly adorable.
The Eurotrip 2006 ended with a musical.
The End.
Posted at 07:30 pm by summerfling
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