phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (muffins invade)
( Jul. 16th, 2008 07:13 pm)
... in which it comes to an end.

Today was my last day "helping" with the pilgrim-feedings. It would appear that there are no more local festivities, and that from today on there will only be boring meals like boring breakfast and maybe dinner, for which I will not be needed. This is sad, because it means I won't get to see Manuel again, and we only got to talk for a little bit this afternoon.

So, for the conclusion to Project: Lure, I tell you this: today, Manual went to the city with a German girl. Clearly, we all know what will/has ensue(d): efficient German sex. At least that's what I tell myself to get that look he gave me as I passed him his slice of Welcome To Australia cake out of my head. Such a cute little "Oh, hello. How are you?" in tentative English, all surprised and gratefull and happy to see me (if you catch my drift). He's going to be here for a year, minus the 4 weeks he's already been here, but I won't get to see him again because just as I was getting into the conversation and was about to delve a little deeper than "So how was yesterday?" and "what are your plans for the day" (btw: Theology of the Body??? WHAT IS THIS?!), this girl comes up to him and starts speaking in German to him and they have to go and catch a bus, so there was no chance to exchange any details, not even a quick facebook (I'm not even sure he knows my first name, so there's no chance either of us will find the other) OH MY GOD MY NAME IS GERMAN HE WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED DAMNIT!!!!. I would have spoken to him earlier had I had the chance, but he was so far back in the lunch line that I didn't find/serve him until the first bus was already leaving (yes, busses left before everyone had even been served, let alone allowed to eat, though everyone did get to eat). Once I was done serving food, he'd disappeared again (I think he must be part Ninja) and didn't turn up until there was very little conversation time left. I was eyeing the bracelet the whole time I was talking to him; it was going to be my next question. Clearly Time just likes to conspire against me; He has me stuck in 'Two minutes late', much like the Hair and the Hatter are stuck in 'Tea time'.

le sigh, or however you say that in german... :(

Sidenote: Oh, and he didn't want to go to the zoo! I was told this by one of the helper girls in the group who took him around the area on Monday. So no awesometastic elephants for Manuel, sorry Jessi :( Btw, did you want to know if the zoo is awesome, or if the internship(?) you're thinking of applying for is awesome?

But afterwards, I was given the chance to drown the sorrows of a failed project in Max Brenner's chocolatey goodness. Waffles with banana and strawberries and icecream, drizzled in goooood chocolate, accompanied by a hot chocolate. I was about ready to explode, but it was worth it. Why have I never socialised with the church girls before?! I swear I hope the pub crawl Steph was wanting gets organised. Would be soooo good.
phrasemuffin: Bare: A Pop Opera (muffins invade)
( Jul. 15th, 2008 12:27 am)
... in which David is uncharacteristically social/camp, and teaches Steph to Snap like a black woman/gay man.

Project: Lure didn't go quite as planned. I had hoped that at some point I'd be able to bring up the bracelet while Manuel (?? :S) and I were just, you know, alone off to the side. That didn't happen though, because I somehow bonded with three more local girls (and came out to one of them after she asked me if I'd found any nice German girls :P), and I was with at least one of them all night.

Plus, you know, it would have been totally awkward to just say "Hey, so uh, that bracelet... did I hear that it was given to you by a boy back in Germany?", especially slowly while watching him translate it. I have to admit though, that that is part of his charm - softly spoken and tentative; it sort of just draws you in. Perhaps the next quesetion would have been more awkward though: "So, is he someone special? Or just a friend?".

However, I still have at least one more shot. There's a barbeque lunch on Wednesday that I am being made to go to (I don't think Steph would take no for an answer), so I will likely see him there. Problem is, though, that he'll probably have a whole bunch of new German friends by then. If I find him on Wednesday surrounded by a gang of Germans, all speaking their native tongue, I don't think I could just squeeze myself in next to him and start up a conversation.

But I hear you ask "what's he like?", so here's the skinny:
- German, obviously
- blue eyes, dark brown hair
- 23 y.o. (just scrapes in!)
- high cheek-bones, strong chin
- doesn't drink because in his village, there isn't any public transport at night, so getting home he would have to either walk or ride his motorcycle, which he used to do but then had an accident which broke his wrist
- rides a motorcycle
- blue eyes
- thinks Australia is really nice because not everyone is an alcoholic (polite way of saying Germans are drunks, okay?)
- doesn't play sport (woot!)
- thinks beaches are boring
- can't swim, possible reason for thinking beaches are boring
- thinks the city is boring
- apparently has crappy guides because no one is showing him a good time in Sydney
- wants to go to a wildlife reserve, may be interested in zoo
- blue eyes
- is on a working holiday visa or something of the sort for a year (I think that's right?) - basically backpacking across Australia, I think, working and whatnot as he goes
- recent convert to Catholicism/religion; unsure as to reason; suspect possibly has something to do with drinking and motorcycles but could be very wrong
- shy
- does better one-on-one with the speaking

Most of this was learnt this morning while taking him for a walk around town - from the school, to the main road, to Maccas/Subway/TAB, back the windy way to a nearby park, rest stop, then back to the school for food. It was at the park I learnt about the bracelet.

I'm fixating though, aren't I? There were so many cute/hot German guys that I didn't even speak to because I didn't want to abandon Manuel. We lost him twice: once for about a second (he just went to get food), and then a second time for at least half an hour (... I still have no idea). That scared the group a little, not just me, so I'm not the only one who's bonded with the guy on some level. And none of us wanted to abandon him for other Germans, but I think we sort of hindered his socialising with them... that or he was a little scared of going and speaking to new people from other parts of Germany. I saw him speak to two unattractive German guys the entire night and I thought yes! no competition! except in ease of communication and I felt a little guilty that that might have been our fault. He will be bunking with these people, after all, sharing three showers among 200? Should really be on good terms with them in such close quarters. (it probably didn't help that he came by himself though, and not just not in a group of friends, but without any strangers arriving at the same time, hence our looking out for him, despite his being older than all of us! :P)

There really was an awesome community spirit tonight from the locals, I must say. So many people, even people I'm pretty sure I've never seen before. AND SO MUCH FOOD! Everyone wanted to feed the pilgrims and make them welcome. We kept hearing/talking about other schools taking in people and not being anywhere near as generous as us - no heaters, single showers, single bar of soap, no enormous food stash for breakfast, no huge welcome, and worst of all, no me. Ashbury will be remembered across the world (or at least in Germany, Italy, Africa and Brisbane) as the pride of Sydney's World Youth Day. It'll finally put us on the map!!!

I'm hungry. On an unrelated note, I got five hours sleep last night thanks to Inspiration. She struck at 2am to tell me about an add-on to Project: Ether Engine - a bunch of off-shoot tunnels, one of which houses an imaging platform and was designed for testing Artefacts and their properties, which took an hour to completely transcribe so I wouldn't forget anything. There were also a couple of broad ideas for people to populate the world, namely the cybernetically-altered (for reasons of efficiency) science officer in charge of said room's goings on, the chief engineer on special first-name basis with the head of the entire base, and the head of the base himself. There was also a scene where the base was infiltrated and a scared chief engineer had to hide within the projections of the imaging platform (which at highest resolution is affected by physical interuptions to the projection [i.e. sticking your hand int he projection makes random blurry dark bubble spots to appear across the projection]).

[also, I just wanted to say how awesome it is that you guys support Project: Lure! :P)
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( Jul. 14th, 2008 01:27 pm)
was supposed to pick up germans for wyd this morning (I know horribly religious ew get it off me - me too, don't worry, B, but I thought potential for hot german catholic boy who needs help getting his tongue around the English language ;) except not quite so slutty school girl) but... something happened don't know what. Still, I agreed to help so went 'round the corner to my primary school/church-combo and helped with the Welcome morning tea thing. Figured it wasn't exactly pro-catholicism, just pro-humans anti-David being a dick.

and I was rewarded. what with, you ask? cute german boy who can speak english to a degree, but not exactly an elite. Also, he told one of the girls I was with that he was given his bracelet (somewhat colourful bracelet, one would say) by a boy back in germany. he has blue eyes. not blonde, but I can deal :P

might head back tonight as I didn't really get a chance to talk to him alone which is sad because he seemed more comfortable in a one-on-one rather than three-on-one. will have to try and corner him tonight :P


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