I’ve stayed at Cairns for almost 10 days.

It’s been fully packed with nature, friendship, as well as life drama.

Yesterday I went on a boat, expecting to have a smooth sail- but ended up, falling asleep after my breakfast and feeling super ill.

I tried to tell myself, "no no no I’m not sick, I’m not".

Then suddenly I felt something well up in my throat, I ran to the toilet and THREW UP ALL MY ORANGE!

It was beyond gross. I thought it would stop there, but it didn’t, I ended up throwing up 3 more times, including my lunch.

What a waste of money, haha.

The first time I snorkeled, I scraped my leg on the reefs, and in an attempt to get all the sights in, I swam too fast and swallowed lots of salt water.

Of course, I threw up again. The second time, I decided to take my time and really take the ocean in by myself. This time, I saw purple fishes with scribbly lines, almost like graphic designs you have people design at work.

The way back was smooth sailing. I was sitting on the deck, being grateful that I was no longer sick, when a boat worker who was 18 kept trying to hit on me. He started quoting romantic phrases from romantic books he often reads. He had these braces that made him look like a tween. I tried to be nice, but when he tried to grab chips from a chip bag, which was lying on my crotch…my inner bitch started coming out. But I was still nice 🙂 Hopefully.

I met a really cool friend, we’ve been talking a lot about our learnings and about the implication of leaving home means for each one of us. We ended up at the Attic dancing to Dubstep, it was so bomb. I danced for 3 hours straight. The only thing that really annoys me is sketchy guys who don’t really appreciate music for what it is, and is only there to pick up girls. Anyways, I’m really glad I met a friend who understands life in a deeper way than just getting drunk and getting laid.

More stories to come! By the way, I look like a Filipino, I’m so tan!

Hi Folks,

I’m in Cairns now. So much has happened I can’t believe it.

Yesterday I ended my night by talking to 3 aboriginal 15 year old girls in the center of Cairns. It was very sad to see that they were drunk, partly because before the english came into Australia, the aboriginals had no alcohol. They were happy, but when the english came, they indulged and couldn’t handle alchy. A lot of them then became alcoholics. It was really upsetting and heart wrenching to see the racism in the country.

I was hanging out with a south african friend that I met at the hostel, we were talking about money and issues of the world. He then left and I decided to go dance at a gay club. The club had no one dancing, so I talked to these aboriginal girls, you can see this sadness in their eyes. you know that look you see in someones’ eyes, when they won’t look you in the eye? That was the look. I asked them where there were good dance clubs, they suggested another one.

When I went there, I was more upset because I saw there was actually another line of just aboriginals. There was a separate line. YAH, can you believe it? This is modern day Australia!!

My heart churned and I was so angry, I wanted to kick a wall or punch something out.

I decided instead to hang out with the girls sitting on the side of the street. I couldn’t hold myself back from crying, my heart grieved. Suddenly I was able to see the looks that "white people" gave them, they were totally looked down upon. It grieved my heart and I just kept talking to them about their lives. I was very concerned for their safety.

Moreover, I learned from the tour guide before that aboriginal mixed kids were sent to "missionary schools" where they were taught to be WESTERN. I can see why Australia is so secular, because the "religious people" schooled and dominated the country, "trying to change the aboriginal ways".

I was even more grieved.

But I got to know these girls and decided to go back today. As I sat there at midnight with them, I saw around me lots of drunk girls and boys, waiting to get laid. I saw the disparity not only within the aboriginals but within mankind. That in a way it all seems so hopeless. This endless seeking for love, for young people- I’ve met SO MANY young people around the world, from Africa, Europe, England, etc- the same search for love.

We are not hopeless though.

Australia is definitely more laid back than America. People are less on edge, compared to Los Angeles. In Los Angeles I feel like people are high on something, always nervous…or maybe that’s just how I was. Especially when I was working. My back doesn’t even hurt anymore!

 

 

 

Super cute kids – Sydney Opera House

 

 

They are all, representative of the longing in humans’ hearts.

The brown skinned curly hair.

The white skinned shaggy hair.

The long legs, strong arms, big hands.

The nape of his neck, like olive melted into human flesh.

Eyebrows soft to the touch.

Inner arms like butter on skin.

Hug like a comforting spa, touching to the human core, heart ablaze illuminating, usually resulting in some type of tear drop formed in the need for love.

Have we forgot the humanness of our longing? The description of what we feel when we see sunburned cheeks and bearded kisses.

The formation of soft earlobes, holding hands on a sunny day. Those things that I took for granted when I did have a companion to give me a tissue when I cried over spilt milk.

Hm, sigh, I guess we all sometimes long for that which we have not in the moment.

But I know, while I wonder the streets observing life and people, I’ll not forget the simplicity of just being. Being myself and observing those that are not, and loving them nevertheless.