Pilot

It's my first post here on my new blog and I have spent the last 30 minutes thinking what to write...yet I'm still clueless. I don't exactly know what is supposed to be written on a blog....so I'm gonna start by introducing myself.

Hi, my name is Veron, 21 years of age, currently studying in Sydney, Australia. I'm a gurl with 2 passions...first one is playing the guitar ('duh)...and the second one is cooking. Hah...surprised?? Well...the truth is, I really do love cooking as much as playing the guitar...except that I'm so much more talented and natural in the latter. Ironically, I'm actually gonna be cooking for a living in the near future...Hah...wonder how's that gonna turn out. Imagine me in my whites, blue striped apron, chef's hat and a wok in front of me....in contrast to me, wearing hippie jeans, rock n roll t-shirt featuring Slash, while rockin' on a Gibson Les Paul electric guitar. Now tell me....which sounds more like me??? You'd be surprised that sometimes in life, you can't be who you truly are. Or at least in my life.

In a nutshell, I'm a university drop-out, aspiring to be a professional chef, while still dreaming to be a musician.....somehow, somewhere, someway...just like the Kenny Wayne Shepherd song. Somehow, I find it pathetic. I find it even more pathetic whinging about it. Alright, I'll stop!


Now I feel like talking 'bout something happy. Like the other time when I went for a ski trip at Snowy Mountains. I went with one friend...and four other strangers...who turned out to be pretty cool...and became friends. They were Bobby, Karen, Tony, Wen and Kitty. Oh thank God I still remember their names....u know me with names, right? I can never remember them. Actually, I kinda struggled a little there. One time, I almost forgot my boss' name...so in the end I just called him 'Boss'. Thank God he likes it when ppl calls him Boss.

Okay now, back to the trip. We were there for 3 days 2 nights. Overall, the trip was pretty awesome except for the speeding ticket from a real "El Stiffo" cop and a near-death experience we had when Tony skidded the van and almost turned the van over. Alright...I'll stop it with the negativity. Oh... not to forget that we nearly ran out of fuel coz someone was too stubborn to stop for fuel, just becoz he thinks that Caltex fuel is shit. Oh come on...it's just friggin' fuel. Okay okay...I'll drop it now! Promise!

So we were there...didn't ski on the first day coz we were all exhausted from the drive. Instead, we decided to have a nice hot pot dinner a.k.a steamboat and get drunk. Actually, only Bobby got drunk...and OMG...he just won't shut up when he's drunk! He just went on and on and on....'bout his so-called shit life...his relationship with his parents...etc. My God...it was horrible!! The worst part is...he won't let us talk! Everytime when one of us wants to say something, he'll just interrupt and continue on with his point. That was annoying! Really...it was! I mean...what...we're not entitled to our opinions just becoz you're drunk?? Anyway...it was cool.

Bobby, Kitty & Me

Bobby & Me - my face is red as usual...after a couple bottles of beer

Bobby, Kitty & Wen

The next day, we woke up early, collected our gears and took a train to Blue Cow Mountains. We had to wear our boots before catching the train coz it's gonna be slippery once we reached Blue Cow. So basically, we were walking like penguins...or ducks...whichever you find more amusing. I feel like I was wrapped like a wonton...literally! But trust me...it was worth it! When we reached there, it was so cold!! It was minus 2 degrees. And did I tell you I was a snow virgin?? For the first time in my life...I saw and touched snow! Like real snow that fell out of the sky...not the once that freezes into ice above the ground. It was actually snowing...

That's me! Looks like I just conquered Mt Everest.

Oops! Beanie came off.

Who took all these pics?? How come I was so candid?

See what I mean by "wonton"?

SKIING....damn damn damn....I am such a loser for skiing! The only thing that I was doing gracefully....was FALLING ON MY ASS!! If I had a picture of myself falling down, you'd know what I mean. We had lessons...and it's not like the instructor was any help. Our instructor was a great looking British guy....but he sucked in teaching...big time. What was his name again?? Damn I forgot...see what i mean? Joe or somethin'....or Dave....or some common dude name. Whatever. OH!! It's James! Or Jamie? Damn it...I give up!

So yeah...our instructor was shit...so we didn't learn much in our first lesson. We had a different instructor on the next day and he was so much better. Don't remember his name too! But damn it...he said I was still not ready to take the next slope...so I had to go back to that Jamie guy! What a drag. But guess what...that Jamie guy didn't really care much and let me take the steep slope anyway. HAHAHA....and not surprisingly, I fell on my ass after I went a little to speedy and lost balance. The thing about me is...once I fall, I can't get up on my own....coz my legs are too stiff...they don't exactly bend easily like a gymnist, okay? So...the instructor had to help me up everytime. Not that I was complaining or anything....I mean....he is good looking....and hot. Hmmm....

Alright....'nuff said!! Here are some more pictures.

That little person there is Bobby!

That's it for now my dear readers! Don't you think that's enough for today? Alrighty then, I hope that you enjoyed the pictures...and the occasional subtle jokes that I hope you guys get. I guess I'll catch you later!