Great Barrier Reef

i finally bought a strobe. but i barely shot anything in the GBR! how retarded is that! :( i'm losing it, i am.....but the LOB was uber awesome. extremely strict about way too many things, but its good i guess. all dives were self-led. but their briefings were thorough enough to make you feel like you've been here before. i have to go back, or dive the yongala at the very least!

Scubapro II

superb dive briefings

every tea break had a different cake..oohh

meal time!

the fishes just under the boat were HUGEEEE...and so so so curious! haha!

coral rich reefs

i bet this came from mario

the view from my cabin at sunset.

stupid games that we play at night to keep ourselves entertained

look at the size of this clam!

theres a deco bar at 5ms for your safety stop. how cool!

spear guns at the dive shop!!!

back to land after party

Ca-aynes

so im in cairns. (not ca-aynes, but cans...uber aussie. haha) and its a business trip. and that we''re going on an LOB to the great barrier tomorrow. how freaking awesome is that. who ever said that business trips were a kiljoy? well, i havent exactly started with the work segment yet, but still! its australia! being here has its oohs and ahhs already.
it was a huge mad rush yesterday and though we made it to the airport, the retarded Bristish Airways girl wasnt quite pleasant at all. and nobody knew we needed a visa to get into australia! isnt singapore and aussie like..best mates? haha. i dont know. well, we did. and it was yet another mad rush to burger king then to the gate. a typical traveling gloria story aint it.

at the very least, the flight was comfortable. and the food was decent. and that i had a bottle of wine over dinner. but the nose was starting to fail me. sigh, please no..dont let me fall sick just before diving at the great barrier. what a tragic combination, to get my period and be sick on a dive. like seriously?

not like things were getting any better, when we got to sydney, it was freaking 11 degrees. wth! good thing cairns is nice and cool.. but im so not prepared for melb at all.... im gonna have to beg on the streets for jackets to keep warm. ah.. so not cool. *pun not intneded.


anti-bird netting over the pond in Sydney Airport. Occupational hazard i swear, to notice things like that.

krispy kreme and monopoly while waiting for transit

aussie's weird ass souvenirs. did i mention they sell kangaroo scrotum bottle openers too? haha.

tjon, ngoi and wee at cairns harbour

sunset :)

i.e. flying fox mania!

twentyfive

I’m not ready to turn 25
nor bring myself to a doctor.
I will still yell and get annoyed at my parents
I’ll still try every now and then to be a baker.

I still cant get out of bed without snoozing the extra 2 hours
Nor miss a chance to talk through my ass to win an argument
I am still very irresponsible and stubborn,
And I will still smile after every embarrassing moment.

I still cant psych myself up to exercise
Or to pick up the will to tackle that hooker
It will kill me to have to suit up
And my boobs compared to most, will always be larger.

I will still veg and sloth around especially when the vans not here
I will still rather starve than feed, when I don’t have company near
I cant even do my laundry on a routine, and I will always enjoy a beer
Theres no way im befriending the cockroach, they are the pit of my fears.

I still don’t get involved with church, and I still am mortified by weddings.
The thought of settling down and being like everyone else will naturally send me bolting.
I still cant picture a place of my own, without the slobfest of chips and booze,
And as much as I said I want to, I can never settle for the perfect tattoo.

But more importantly, I don’t have the drive to make things happen without having to talk about it for the next 100 years
I don’t tell people I care and that I love, worse of it all almost always to those who are very dear

I am still indecisive and drag my feet for things that do matter
And though I want to make it right, I am sometimes nothing more than a mere beggar.
i am still me and its getting too hard because im turning twenty freaking five
though that’s the age I should my relishing in, if my brain was still alive.

Theres so much more I can be, so much more to do.
But I’m still not ready to face what God has planned, to do whats dull and not whats cool.
I’m still me and the birthdays wont change me because that’s what I’ve chosen to be.
I hate it when it lingers close, when friends forget, when all this starts to feel lonely.

Twenty freaking five it is, twenty freaking five I will be.
I’m still not ready to embrace. I will still always be me.

marriagephobic

wham bam! and the next thing you know, they're married.

it is a scary thought, even scarier when the people close to you are getting hitched. news about friends getting pregnant, choosing wedding gowns. waitt... wait a minute. what happened to gushing over guys and exchanging fantasies? did we grow up way faster than we've imagined? or have i been out of this and never quite realised it?

i was told on 3 separate occasions this week that, oh gloria, we didnt call you out because you're impossible to meet anyway. you're never around....etc. seriously? do i sidetrack with the more exciting things in life that i often forget those around me? a beckoning yes i hear somewhere in the near distant. shitzoos oh mother. its time i do something about it quick!

and then you slow down. and listen. and wonder.. because life hasnt changed much from the last you'd remember. habits havent changed since you'd last checked. you did. it may be our way of dealing, of thinking, of learning. but ultimately, when people feel far away, look who moved.

tidal change

do you know where gloria's been? because this person here clearly aint her. i dont know where she is anymore. somebody look for her please.