a day...

woke up in the corner of anna's living room besides the window adjacent to her djembe with it's zip incompletely closed. it appears that the djembe has outgrown it's surrounds, as i'm sure it fit well when i saw it last. japanese incense permeates the room, a room without a clock - typical of anna.

i log on facebook via my iphone and insert an inane narcisstic facebook status update. blah-blah is awake (no shit). iphone says it's 0800 - perfect. anna wakes up, trundles in and slowly yet swiftly gathers the little she needs for the morning ahead whilst being the perfect host and furnishing me with a drop of jasmine tea. rolo (anna's ride) and gladys (my ride) meander across the city in a tethered manner to a small patch of grass below a tree besides the ocean.

yoga. 3 collective oms. very pleasant.

excused myself from a coffee breakfast moment with the heterogenous yoga group. nice mob; a rare collection of gentle erudite spirits united by the desire to chase ephemeral moments of painful bliss that only yoga can offer - so far as first impressions go. but kung fu beckons...

rolled in late to the tail-end of an inaugural attendance of sunday kung fu lesson with sibak, they were all on the cusp of lunch. shared 6mins worth of kata five with mags and martin before tumbling off to the next gig...

sydney opera house was littered with chinese people. ostensible patriotism irks me, more so when its coupled with music that is so frenetic and untempered that an individual with epilepsy would be well advised to avoid it. such is the chinese anthem. strangely the archaic lyrics of the australian anthem chronologically juxtaposed to it - seemed palatable. that said, i like and feel i belong to both of these cultures, whatever that means...

i like '...', maybe 'cos it's ill-defined.

stood on top of a sturdy green garbage bin and assumed the role of jin wu koon lion dance photographer. took maybe two decent photos. enough.

rode gladys home. inserted an old futon sofa bed into a large vehicle, said goodbye to some beautiful friends, consumed a serving of thai fried rice and trained it back into circular quay for ben folds solo concert.

the dude it good. any bloke that can have his audience sing most of his songs back to him has substance.

sat on the floor at the train station. met my brother's friend with his lass, they got on train, i didn't, so sat back down on flor for another 11 mins. studied electrolyte and fluid physiology on the train. sms'd anna with synopsis of above mentioned day and arranged a study session with an A3 sketch pad for Tuesday, reminiscent of bygone study sessions with Lux.

MAN.

that's difficult. writing about yourself like as if it matters. bloody exhausting. will try again tomorrow and most likely adopt a different format guided by a different purpose.