Musicals, Exhibition and BLOCH

My reason for being M.I.A is because I was lost in the streets of Melbourne city, under 2 very contrasting musicals and an exhibition.

"Love Never Dies" was totally me outside of the classical ballet, opera and music.

Tragic love story rekindled 10 years later, resulting in even more tragic ending. Christine left the Phantom of the Opera as a single dad with a 10 year old son to raise. Hmmm, fancy a hook up with me, Phantom?

The set. Taken while getting told off like a 5 year old, "Put away that camera!". LOL, "Sorry, no English"....shrug....

The ceiling of Regent Theatre, beautiful.

The sides, beautiful again.

The 2 worth listening everyday songs are:

- Love Never Dies

- Look With Your Heart

"Rock Of Ages", well, ahem, what can I say about something that started with "Say 'Hi' to the next person beside you, no, not the one you came here with, the stranger that you might go home with." ???!!!???

Great dirty jokes, occasionally too loud, a bit dry second act, to sum it up, I had a gift of banging headache afterwards. What a cacophony.

The only worth listening everyday song is:

- More Than Words

"King Tutankhamun" exhibition by National Geography was held in the museum.

If you were like me, expecting a coffin of the boy king, you'll be very disappointed. The only coffin there was of his grandparent.

A little souvenir for the little girl waiting for me to come back.

Despite the disappointment, the exhibition itself was quite well executed. Starting with his ancestors, ending up with a projector's vision of the layers in his tomb. The kids will love it.

Funny story was how the hype of King Tut's curse, brought a mad (mentally ill) woman to the exhibition and started telling the kiddies there about how they're all going to die by going to this exhibition. Umm, security?!?!

Bourke St., Flinders St, South Bank, Little Collins St., name any street in Melbourne city, I think I've at least passed it.

At one point my feet was giving up on me. I ended up shoe shopping!!! Yeay!!! What an excuse.

So, Repetto and Bloch were the ones to look for, old dance shoes companies, never own one but very very comfy (supposedly).

Repetto is French, so I thought I was in the wrong country to be searching for it in the first place.

Bloch is....Australian!!!

From AUD150 discounted to AUD90, the last pair, in my size, NO PROBLEMO, especially ecstatic when the cashier only asked for AUD75!!!!!!! Whoaaaa, it must've been my lucky day.

But as I walked out with it, uh oh, the shoes need braking in, it was pinching me at the back, so badly, I think I must've looked like a crippled. So, break it in with a bit of Moet and sparkling Italian water. LOL.

It was good to go after half a day.

A Haiku.

Bye bye Melbourne city.

Maybe I'll come back later,

lets wait until my account gets fatter.

What Kind of Parent Are You?

Thanks to the Daily Mail, I get my latest dish on informative entertainment news. There's been a few articles that talks about the latest acronyms. Since I'm now a [single] parent, I find these articles rather amusing, something to look forward to everyday.

These are my favourite acronyms:

SKI - Spending [the] Kid's Inheritance

SMOG - Smug Mother of [a] Girl

DMOB - Defensive Mother of [a] Boy

I would add one more to the list above:

SMOP - Single Mother on [the] Prowl

Now, if I was to introduce myself in a Single Mother Anonymous, it'll be something like this (hypothetically speaking):

"Hi, I'm a SMOP SMOG who's SKI-ing."

Love you too, sweetheart...

New Books

Thanks to Grandpa's genius idea, this little girl gets her first two possibly most important books in her life.

Smaller than the length of her wand.

Crazy Sunday Morning

A lot of things happened over the weekend and she just couldn't help but waking up on Sunday morning with a lot of things to draw about.

My mom fell down.

She had ballet class.

Gave a toy to her little friend who visited us with his grandmother.

Plus some other things.

Separation Anxiety

The thing about this little one who hates to write, is that she rather expresses how she feels in her drawings. Knowing that I'm going away for a few weeks, she's very anxious not getting those morning and night hugs and kisses.

Drawing in art class:

A letter for me:

Outside class:

Her fascination on Tinkerbell:

On Angelina Ballerina:

On PPG (Power Puff Girls):

On the question "Anything interesting happened at school, dear?"

Art Class continues.

After a few weeks break, the new term for art class begins.

With a bang I should say.

The teacher warned me to complete her art supplies (or she'll get kicked out for borrowing her friend's???).

Shopping time soon I guess. For genuine art supplies that is, not fake ones (uhuh, even for art supplies, there are real vs fake, not just for fashion, ladies).

The book she made during school holiday programme:

The drawings during art class:

The drawings during the holiday:

Inspired by the Power Puff Girls, it's the story about 3 super power girls, fighting evils.

They were trapped in prison somehow.

In order to get out of prison, they must win the match against a few evil things, namely the Octopus and the Ghost.

Finally they won?

And live happily ever after in a house with a chimney and rocking horse and x'mas tree?

What a difference! Am waiting for the time it becomes similar....tap....tap...tap....

Ever Wondered?

Ever wondered what happened to the top half of the dress in "Master of Recon" entry?

Here it is after applying small zigzag stitches to the edges (few rounds of it) and tucking in the insides.

Excuse the stuffing of the chest on the model form. It's my mom's size and the model form is well, obviously, a model's form.

I like the back buttons, somewhat (vaguely) reminded me of the back of Pippa Middleton's bride's maid dress.

Am not liking the two embroidered flowers left on the back. Maybe I will in the end gather up the courage to pick them out and stick them at the front. We'll see.

Master of Recon strikes back.

Remember this?

It ended up at the back section of my wardrobe, unworn as it showed too much for the humble office. It would've been perfect for a stroll along the beach with a straw hat. Sorry gal, there no beach in this forsaken town.

Inspired by the demure Princess Kate and her style, I decided that it's time for this dress to get some action.

So I "cut" open the straps.

And turn it into this:

Master of Recon decided that nice touch of rolled collar with the leftover bits.