SHITTY SHITTY BANG BANG

i derive much of my energy from the sun.

i love the sun.

but too much of a good thing has left me struggling to take my next deep breath without choking, or activating the phelgm reflex.

three full days of standing under direct heat and having my hearing murdered by the cymbal and drum beats have taken their toll on quite a few of us in the group.

yes. it's the post-lion dance season sickness.

i'm feeling like shit now and i can't hear properly.

but those three days have brought us closer as a group.

we traded stories and experiences en route to our various performance venues...and even though we're all VERY different individuals, we're bonded by one single goal:

to teach our boys our brand of scouting. yeung ching style.

it's just like what us few salsa-lites talked about...

in school, CCAs were the filters to bringing people with the same interests together. when we're out working, things like salsa become the filtering mechanism. the same goes for scouting...even though it's really more political than it looks.

dax thinks my hair's nice.

he saw me yesterday when i was all sick, sweaty and messy...and he likes it.

if dax thinks it looks good, then it does.

because he's the expert eye.

the other expert eyes have echoed his sentiments. =)

i'm good.