PHOTO FEST

so many people were snapping away at the salsa festival over the weekend, but i wasn't sure where to look for them.

thanks to several of those who sent me pictures and those who notified me of the urls...=)

here're a few i'd like to share.


prepping the fries chomp

i usually scare people with the amount of chilli i take with my fries.

if it weren't for the rush we were in to make it to the record-breaking attempt, i would've savored it slowly, and added some much-needed mayo to the mix. =P

i look quite skinny in that top. hmm. not good.


proof

that i led in the record-breaking attempt.

never was i so proud to don a LARGE white t-shirt. =)

and it was my first time leading in an actual rueda!


back to a follow during fun rueda

i love this candid shot of me...i hardly ever look nice in those.

when i first chanced upon this photograph yesterday, i was struck by how happy i looked.

and i remember how exhilarated i felt.

then i decided how much DANCE has changed my life, and given me so much. =)


where's wally?

blow this picture up and you'll probably be able to find me somewhere. ;)


justin, philbie, me, yanqing and huh?

it was a night of sweet sweat and good dances.

but breather time was always welcomed, even if it was just slightly warmer in the night air than it was in d'tent.

it's like breaking away from drinking mug after mug of green tea.

you touch water and go "woah".


daphne, me and a towel

simon was so danced out, that he just decided to throw in the towel to daph and me. =P

we had a fantastic evening...and it still wasn't the end of it.

after this picture, daph went for a bite, and came back to dance.

i just went on dancing. =)


mina's household

and here's the class i teach on wednesday nights. =)

as a young stewardess who took spanish in school, i was eager to converse at least a little of it with anyone who knew how to.

so obviously, i was extremely excited when i heard a spanish-sounding last name being announced as the captain of one of my turnaround flights.

during our stopover, he came out for a breather and i managed to talk to him a little.

he was the ONLY spanish-speaking captain i encountered for the whole of my flying career.

and as fate would have it, i got to know his wife as well...IN THIS CLASS. =)

i saw her filling in our school's registration form yesterday and recognized the last name!

on that note,

i'd like to thank music for giving me what i have today.

if not for music, i wouldn't have discovered dance, and the joys it's brought me.

throughout the period of darkness, one thought resounded often...

"dance came first."

and i'm still with dance, no matter who might come along, or leave.

because i'm a better person with dance, and with my music.

MUSIC IS MY RELIGION.

(angus once told me to sell that catchphrase to steve jobs for an ipod campaign.=P)