So I will continue the previous blog sometime later because I think it calls for some real time to actually write my absoulte stupidity but for now Berlin!
I arrived in Berlin in the afternoon from a flight from New York stopping over in London which wasn't so bad.
Found the TXL bus okay and then hunted around for the hostel. In fact I headed towards the only hostel I could see on the street to ask them for directions for my hostel but it turns out it was the right one. Hoorah.
After confusing instructions to a dorm 4A which was actually 38? I made it and as I unpacked my lovely friend Fran walked in.
After sweating and worrying about my arrival for a good 24 hours I think it was a nice relief for her.
We headed out into the dreary Berlin weather and city. Or so we thought.
Sandmans tours give free tours in a variety of city's around Europe and they are absolutely amazing.
The next day we went on a 5 hour tour of Berlin with our pasty Irish guide Barry and honestly, it was one of the best things i've ever done.
Berlin is like the saying "never judge a book by it's cover" because behind the plain white page titled "Berlin" there are pages riddled with bullets, covered in blood and secret pages that you'd never find unless you lived there and of course the art takes up a huge chapter.
All in all the book looks like a small read but infact is bursting with thousands of pages of history and culture.
What I really loved about it is that there are many churches that look 300 years old when in fact they're only 100.
We ended up being there on the same weekend as the Reunification of Germany which was also pretty awesome.
And I would love to tell you more but i'm le tired.
So until next time!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Flight changes and Berlin
I last wrote from, actually I think it was from Indiana. Well I come to you from Berlin, Germany today to tell a tale of organised chaos.
I will write down my observations from New York later when I remember to bring my journal down.
So I missed my flight.
and this wasn't just a domestic flight. Oh no. This was New York to Berlin. With a short affair in London.
gah booking hostels for Prague and Dresden has taken all my internet time..
to be continued...
I will write down my observations from New York later when I remember to bring my journal down.
So I missed my flight.
and this wasn't just a domestic flight. Oh no. This was New York to Berlin. With a short affair in London.
gah booking hostels for Prague and Dresden has taken all my internet time..
to be continued...
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Beer Pong, Accents and New York
Who'd thunk that my accent was actually attractive to someone.
I've heard "You're accent is so sexy"
"American guys love the Australian accent"
"You have a funny accent"
"Are you from England?"
Actually one guy asked me if I thought American accents were attractive. I said I liked the southern drawl. Which I do. Normal Accents though.. not so much (but don't tell them that).
From my time college hopping I have observed the way the underage do their partying.
I've seen fake ID's, asking guys who were 21 (and getting turned down. He was from Germany or something though so I don't think it counts) to frats and basements that have been turned into pretty nifty bars complete with dance floor.
But what underage drinking event would be complete without Beer Pong?
I have graciously supplied you, dear readers (reader?...) with a link to wikipedia explaining all about it.
It is quite an amazing game. One that requires little skill, ping pong balls and a few cups. Red cups. Just like the movies. Although, my lovely Australian readers, you may use any cup, as we are deprived of such plastic masterpieces. Or hell, just drink the damn beer.
Ha which reminds me, someone asked me if I thought Fosters was a good beer.
I laughed, enough said.
I find that there is a lot of hype over how skilled you actually are at pong, but I think, just like playing pool, you have to get your eye and arm in and you're pretty much set as long as you're not totally inhebriated (although some might argue that that's half the fun).
Take last night for example: My wonderful friend KL and I ventured to a house party and apon arriving, wrote our names down on the list (because beer pong is a serious business). Eventually it was our turn and I managed, single handedly to make a remarkable come back to loose by only one cup instead of 10 because KL missed. every. shot.
I will miss these parties but alas, travel calls, especially a 23 hour train ride that i'm taking in about an hour and a half to where other than the Big Apple.
At least it's going to be more comfortable than the greyhound bus line.
But that's another story.
I've heard "You're accent is so sexy"
"American guys love the Australian accent"
"You have a funny accent"
"Are you from England?"
Actually one guy asked me if I thought American accents were attractive. I said I liked the southern drawl. Which I do. Normal Accents though.. not so much (but don't tell them that).
From my time college hopping I have observed the way the underage do their partying.
I've seen fake ID's, asking guys who were 21 (and getting turned down. He was from Germany or something though so I don't think it counts) to frats and basements that have been turned into pretty nifty bars complete with dance floor.
But what underage drinking event would be complete without Beer Pong?
I have graciously supplied you, dear readers (reader?...) with a link to wikipedia explaining all about it.
It is quite an amazing game. One that requires little skill, ping pong balls and a few cups. Red cups. Just like the movies. Although, my lovely Australian readers, you may use any cup, as we are deprived of such plastic masterpieces. Or hell, just drink the damn beer.
Ha which reminds me, someone asked me if I thought Fosters was a good beer.
I laughed, enough said.
I find that there is a lot of hype over how skilled you actually are at pong, but I think, just like playing pool, you have to get your eye and arm in and you're pretty much set as long as you're not totally inhebriated (although some might argue that that's half the fun).
Take last night for example: My wonderful friend KL and I ventured to a house party and apon arriving, wrote our names down on the list (because beer pong is a serious business). Eventually it was our turn and I managed, single handedly to make a remarkable come back to loose by only one cup instead of 10 because KL missed. every. shot.
I will miss these parties but alas, travel calls, especially a 23 hour train ride that i'm taking in about an hour and a half to where other than the Big Apple.
At least it's going to be more comfortable than the greyhound bus line.
But that's another story.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I Could Go Through my Journal But there's nothing like the Present.
and who doesn't like presents?
Sometimes I feel like America is one big cliche and none of my American friends get why i'm laughing or so amazed when I jump and down and go "I'VE SEEN THAT IN A MOVIE".
It must be a foreign thing. Or perhaps it's just me.
I find that a lot of the time America is referred to as the "fat and dumb" country. I just think they're pretty damn sneaky because hasn't anyone noticed that they seem to be running the world at the moment?
Saying that, i've always had a little soft spot in me saved for America. The people here are just so gosh darn nice! Well, the majority anyway. And perhaps they are a little too God loving, freaking (I mean fearing..) and abiding citizens but whatever.
In fact, typing this right now, I am face to face with two post it notes of my friends room mate which say "Giving it all to God" with a love heart and "To trust God is to have immeasurable peace."
Each to their own...
ooh I seem to have lost the little blinky cursor thing that tells me where i'm up to.
Digressing- At the University of Illinois I was accosted (perhaps not accosted but close) by two mormons. Now, Australia isn't too big on religion. I have very clear memories of dad trying to get me to go to Church when I was little and living in Kansas (see it's a very American thing) and me throwing a huge wobbly on the back steps. However, being 9 and dad being the far superior being in this situation my lungs were not enough protection from the power of God. Or at least dad.
Looking back I think it was all with good intentions- You know like dabbling in illegal substances to see if you like it and might want to persue it.
So these mormons come up to me sitting on the grass, interuppting a particularly delicious bit in Chocolat. They ask me if i've heard of them before. Yes. Are you religious? Not really. What about your parents? I guess dad is but mum isn't. I come from Australia, religion isn't that big there... Oh. Well. Do you want our book? If you read it and believe it the prophet will be real and prove the book.
You know at the stage of the conversation I just wanted to keep reading my book so I gave them my number which turned out to be wrong anyway and they went and approached the next person sitting alone.
I don't really have a problem with religions most of the time but PLEASE don't force it apon me. I will believe if I want to.
and then I got distracted by a group of cheerleaders (including boys) practicing on the lawn.
JUST LIKE THE MOVIES
Sometimes I feel like America is one big cliche and none of my American friends get why i'm laughing or so amazed when I jump and down and go "I'VE SEEN THAT IN A MOVIE".
It must be a foreign thing. Or perhaps it's just me.
I find that a lot of the time America is referred to as the "fat and dumb" country. I just think they're pretty damn sneaky because hasn't anyone noticed that they seem to be running the world at the moment?
Saying that, i've always had a little soft spot in me saved for America. The people here are just so gosh darn nice! Well, the majority anyway. And perhaps they are a little too God loving, freaking (I mean fearing..) and abiding citizens but whatever.
In fact, typing this right now, I am face to face with two post it notes of my friends room mate which say "Giving it all to God" with a love heart and "To trust God is to have immeasurable peace."
Each to their own...
ooh I seem to have lost the little blinky cursor thing that tells me where i'm up to.
Digressing- At the University of Illinois I was accosted (perhaps not accosted but close) by two mormons. Now, Australia isn't too big on religion. I have very clear memories of dad trying to get me to go to Church when I was little and living in Kansas (see it's a very American thing) and me throwing a huge wobbly on the back steps. However, being 9 and dad being the far superior being in this situation my lungs were not enough protection from the power of God. Or at least dad.
Looking back I think it was all with good intentions- You know like dabbling in illegal substances to see if you like it and might want to persue it.
So these mormons come up to me sitting on the grass, interuppting a particularly delicious bit in Chocolat. They ask me if i've heard of them before. Yes. Are you religious? Not really. What about your parents? I guess dad is but mum isn't. I come from Australia, religion isn't that big there... Oh. Well. Do you want our book? If you read it and believe it the prophet will be real and prove the book.
You know at the stage of the conversation I just wanted to keep reading my book so I gave them my number which turned out to be wrong anyway and they went and approached the next person sitting alone.
I don't really have a problem with religions most of the time but PLEASE don't force it apon me. I will believe if I want to.
and then I got distracted by a group of cheerleaders (including boys) practicing on the lawn.
JUST LIKE THE MOVIES
Monday, September 21, 2009
Backtracking - The Adventure Begins - Canberra to Sydney
Even though i said i wouldn't, I still packed at the last minute. So last minute that it was almost 3:30 am by the time i got to bed and I had to wake up at 5 am. But oh well. It got done!
Dad came knocking at 5 and I had a shower and got ready to leave. Lots of last minute things i didn't do - like finish the last bit of cleaning my room but oh well. Actually in true form I forgot my medical forms, I even had them on the kitchen table and everything but it's okay, I can get dad to fax them through.
I hugged mum goodbye and she started to cry, I teared up a bit but didn't until dad mentioned it on the plane and I had a little cry. Dad awkwardly sat there wondering why. What a male.
The flight was short and painless and before we had even levelled out i the sky we were decending towards Sydney.
The sunrise over Canberra was absolutely beautiful.
I didn't have to wait long before the plane from Sydney to LA was open for boarding and a rather attractive guy sat next to me. Very Australian and not my type but he was nice enough.
Suddenly it went from being 3 am sydney time to 6 or 7 am US time. But I think i'm getting that wrong.
I'm going to say Saigon airport was far nicer than LAX but oh well. A nice man who worked there directed me to the domestic terminal but then asked if i had any change - that's when i remembered the Americans work for tips. I gave him 20 cents Australian and felt a little bad.
I decided to spend some money on a pass to a lounge because i'd be spending the next 10 hours of my life in the airport. It was safe and there was "free" food and internet.
8:40pm - Minor earthquake. It looked like the glass would break it wobbled so much. A lady came in to check on us and one of the men sitting here goes "that's California for you"
Arrived at Dulles Airport and was greeted by one of the work men at camp.
I told myself i'd write in my journal everyday but it goes kinda like
Camp Rim Rock day 1
Camp Rim Rock day 2
Camp Rim Rock day 3
Camp Rim Rock day 15?
and then there's a whole 2 months between that and a short catch up.
and I ended my summer in Choctaw and granny panties...
Travels in the US of A
Stuffing yourself full of water before you go to bed after you're ridiculously drunk is the best. hangover cure. ever.
But first I have to write it down in my book of travels. Perhaps I could take photos of it and put them up here. Now there's an idea.
Now this time it really is "To Be Continued"
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
While thirteen year old girls grind on the tether ball pole at camp, I have found a new man for my life. He's big and brown and a great ride.
Too bad he's a horse.
While the boy at home hasn't replied I find myself watching the weeks at camp pass by faster than I can even comprehend. Tomorrow is my day off and it feels like only yesterday I ventured into DC.
And now, once again, I am rediculously tired and down in the lower staff house on one of the lovely girls laptops.
Sorry for such brief crappy posts.. they may or may not get better.
We'll see.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Adventures in Funchester
Today, my friends,
I ventured out from the confines of the camp and into the "real" world of Winchester, West Virginia. American girl who I work with in the riding staff, who has a car and who convieniently had her day off today aswell!
Twas mucho fun driving into Winchester, I got carsick for the first 15 minutes due to not being in a moving vehical (split into three syllables here Vee-hi-cal) for almost a month. I'VE BEEN AT CAMP FOR A MONTH NOW! And what an amazing and eventful month it has been. But I digress.
Funchester! Liz, the amazing lovely lady with the car, was meeting her parentals (who, by the way, had been driving since 10:30 pm last night from Tenassee) so they could give her her lap top. I'm wondering why my parents can't catch a plane from Canberra to Sydney, Sydney to LAX, hang around LAX for 12 hours and then fly to Washington Dulles airport, drive another hour and a half to camp and give me some love... at least Undies and Bra's are on the way! (I love my mum)
Wow I'm exceptionally bad at this sticking to the story thing tonight. So.. ouch my bum is getting sore from sitting on the hard wood floor when there is CLEARLY 1,2,3,4,5,6 places more comfy to sit than here...
To be continued...
I ventured out from the confines of the camp and into the "real" world of Winchester, West Virginia. American girl who I work with in the riding staff, who has a car and who convieniently had her day off today aswell!
Twas mucho fun driving into Winchester, I got carsick for the first 15 minutes due to not being in a moving vehical (split into three syllables here Vee-hi-cal) for almost a month. I'VE BEEN AT CAMP FOR A MONTH NOW! And what an amazing and eventful month it has been. But I digress.
Funchester! Liz, the amazing lovely lady with the car, was meeting her parentals (who, by the way, had been driving since 10:30 pm last night from Tenassee) so they could give her her lap top. I'm wondering why my parents can't catch a plane from Canberra to Sydney, Sydney to LAX, hang around LAX for 12 hours and then fly to Washington Dulles airport, drive another hour and a half to camp and give me some love... at least Undies and Bra's are on the way! (I love my mum)
Wow I'm exceptionally bad at this sticking to the story thing tonight. So.. ouch my bum is getting sore from sitting on the hard wood floor when there is CLEARLY 1,2,3,4,5,6 places more comfy to sit than here...
To be continued...
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wild, West Virginia or Virgina?
So I didn't end up shitting my pants the day before I left.. which turned out to be a good thing because I ran out of clean undies after the first week here.
We had a novel trip to Wall -Mart where I bought the medium size cheapy undies which turned out to be HUGE. Second time lucky when I didn't personally shop for my own undies and got small.
I'm currently sitting in the lower staff house of Camp Rim Rock for girls, West Virginia. I just got my hair braided, ("by my really really cool American friend" says my really really cool American friend)we're watching a chick flick and I have a growing number of friendship bracelets accumulating on my wrist (Amy totally made one with my name on it and it ties in awesomeness with the one next to it [the two lovely ladies who made them for me are sitting either side of me and watching me write this]) did I mention that this is an all girls camp?
It's pretty amazing and the campers are coming sunday!!
It's late though and I have to get up early for morning barn so i'll keep this short and sweet.
Until later.
We had a novel trip to Wall -Mart where I bought the medium size cheapy undies which turned out to be HUGE. Second time lucky when I didn't personally shop for my own undies and got small.
I'm currently sitting in the lower staff house of Camp Rim Rock for girls, West Virginia. I just got my hair braided, ("by my really really cool American friend" says my really really cool American friend)we're watching a chick flick and I have a growing number of friendship bracelets accumulating on my wrist (Amy totally made one with my name on it and it ties in awesomeness with the one next to it [the two lovely ladies who made them for me are sitting either side of me and watching me write this]) did I mention that this is an all girls camp?
It's pretty amazing and the campers are coming sunday!!
It's late though and I have to get up early for morning barn so i'll keep this short and sweet.
Until later.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
When I Get Nervous I Tend To...
What the hell!? I'm leaving in 10 days in 24 minutes.
23.
I thought i'd have more to say than that but.. wow. I'm not going to lie, i've put off thinking about it for a while because I know I will shit. my. pants. if I think about this rationally.
Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with going to and working at camp for 3 months but it's the unknown after that that is kinda just a little scary.
22, 21, 20.
I hate this feeling. It's sort of like when i've procrastinated an assignment to the night before it's due and i'm stressing out hard about the fact that (19) it's due tomorrow and i'm an idiot for not starting it.
I kind of feel like i'm leaving a lot of things unfinished (not my room of course, i've half cleaned that and it's on its way to being fully cleaned because otherwise mum is going to... well god knows what she's going to do.. but I fear that I will have no personal belongings other than the things I bring back with me and I HAVE A FUCKING WEIGHT LIMIT ON THAT SHIT.)
18, 17, 16, 15.
I love the fact that time means nothing down on paper slash.. in a blog.
14,13,12,11.
But as Mr rocket pants said, I will miss my old and new friends and whatever suprises they hold (saying that, it's Canberra, I don't think it'll be changing that much in 9 months...)
T MINUS 1 MINUTE TO GO.
and now I officially have 10 days till I leave.
On a rather delicious note, leaving you wanting more - Twilight is fucking amazing.
23.
I thought i'd have more to say than that but.. wow. I'm not going to lie, i've put off thinking about it for a while because I know I will shit. my. pants. if I think about this rationally.
Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with going to and working at camp for 3 months but it's the unknown after that that is kinda just a little scary.
22, 21, 20.
I hate this feeling. It's sort of like when i've procrastinated an assignment to the night before it's due and i'm stressing out hard about the fact that (19) it's due tomorrow and i'm an idiot for not starting it.
I kind of feel like i'm leaving a lot of things unfinished (not my room of course, i've half cleaned that and it's on its way to being fully cleaned because otherwise mum is going to... well god knows what she's going to do.. but I fear that I will have no personal belongings other than the things I bring back with me and I HAVE A FUCKING WEIGHT LIMIT ON THAT SHIT.)
18, 17, 16, 15.
I love the fact that time means nothing down on paper slash.. in a blog.
14,13,12,11.
But as Mr rocket pants said, I will miss my old and new friends and whatever suprises they hold (saying that, it's Canberra, I don't think it'll be changing that much in 9 months...)
T MINUS 1 MINUTE TO GO.
and now I officially have 10 days till I leave.
On a rather delicious note, leaving you wanting more - Twilight is fucking amazing.
Friday, May 1, 2009
It's Not Getting Updated
A nice little double meaning title, one because i've lost all my rage coming back to Canberra. The cold snap just took it right out of me. Secondly because I haven't actually written one of these in a while.. but boy does it feel good.
I can't accutally sit here and type a decent post though because I have work in... well I have to leave in 10 minutes and I haven't found my socks yet.
I know I said this will become a travel blog, but my dad was like "so you're going to give me that blog address when you leave right?" and I was all "yeah sure." But thinking about it, some of these posts are just not suited for the parentals. So i'll start another one "Oh Messy Me Goes Travelling" or something like that and then ya'll can subscribe and i'll put up pretty picatures of Vietnam and Cambodia.. and then the US of A, Germany, Spain, Ireland and Thailand.
Are you jealous yet?
Actually a couple days ago I had a bit of a freak out and was thinking that I could just skip all the other parts and just do the US. But then I slapped myself (mentally) back into reality and i'm so ready for this adventure.
More posts pre adventure when I get back from work.
I can't accutally sit here and type a decent post though because I have work in... well I have to leave in 10 minutes and I haven't found my socks yet.
I know I said this will become a travel blog, but my dad was like "so you're going to give me that blog address when you leave right?" and I was all "yeah sure." But thinking about it, some of these posts are just not suited for the parentals. So i'll start another one "Oh Messy Me Goes Travelling" or something like that and then ya'll can subscribe and i'll put up pretty picatures of Vietnam and Cambodia.. and then the US of A, Germany, Spain, Ireland and Thailand.
Are you jealous yet?
Actually a couple days ago I had a bit of a freak out and was thinking that I could just skip all the other parts and just do the US. But then I slapped myself (mentally) back into reality and i'm so ready for this adventure.
More posts pre adventure when I get back from work.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Khaki and Hippy Wankers
Given that I am sitting here typing in Khaki shorts I won't say too much about it.
Saying that, I have already proven myself hypocritical before, why stop now?
This doesn't just reflect our little trip to Ha Noi but to the international travellers everywhere.
WHY DO YOU INSIST ON WEARING KHAKI? Do you want to blend in to the svannah of a city?
To be continued.
Saying that, I have already proven myself hypocritical before, why stop now?
This doesn't just reflect our little trip to Ha Noi but to the international travellers everywhere.
WHY DO YOU INSIST ON WEARING KHAKI? Do you want to blend in to the svannah of a city?
To be continued.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Zin Chao From Ha Noi
Ahh all the login stuff is in Vietnamese so you're pretty lucky I found the "Post" button. haha
This is eventually going to turn into a travel blog, so what better way to start is by saying hello or Zin Chao from Ha Noi!
Mum and dad have graced me (and my brother) with a last trip overseas before I, being the big One Eight, means that I am overage in their books and can therefore fund all trips after this one.
So this one last trip has me typing this post from my little windowless hotel room (actually it's pretty nice) in the wonderful Ha Noi, Vietnam! I was going to go and take some long exposures of the street but my habit of leaving the toilet seat down and not putting the lid down with it has caused my brother some grief and he's in a strop... Is that weird? That is weird right?
Hopefully after this post the tension has cooled and I can convince him... Unless he's so transfixed with watching his pirated "Spectacular" the nickelodean rip off of "High School Musical" ... we'll see.
Anyway, less about crap and more about this amazing, busy city!
There are so many motorcycles as that is the main, and easiest form of transport. They beep their horns a lot here too, some of them sound nice dare I say, even friendly and some blast your ear drums like angry parrots. (I'm not sure where parrots came from but i'm sticking with it)
I've totally got walking across the road down pat too. I could pretty much cross with my eyes closed.
Okay I lie... but I'm pretty good.
We have a tour guide called Vu (which means power, or so he says) who is a little crazy and repeats himself a lot but very energetic about everything which is good. He took us to Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum first up today. When we went in and walked around him I was half expecting him to wake up and stretch. Apparently when he died he signed a will that said that he was to be creamated because he wanted the money to go back to the people. However, the government kept it a secret and had him embalmed.
So now, for over 40 years Ho Chi Minh has been travelling to Russia every year for a million dollar beauty treatment to keep him looking less dead.
I guess being a physical preservation of his words and his actions when he was alive comes to play too..
I think that's pretty amazing. Although when you go in to see him you have to be deathly silent and wear appropriate clothing, I think it's because someone might let it slip that he's not creamated and he'd be pretty pissed.
Then we went to Maison Central affectionatly/sarcastically called "Ha Noi Hilton" By US troops serving time there, including John McCain. In fact, if we had stayed there an extra three hours we would of seen him... I think dad wanted to.
The Van and Vu then took us to the Temple of Literaure where I patted a many hundred year old stone turtle and then proceeded to pat my head because it'll make me smarter. (Let's hope so anyway)
Cutting this post appropriately "short" my stroppy brother is stroppy no more and we're off to take some photos. I shall put some up later.
I'd like to announce that my new favourite food is deep fried small crab from the rice fields. Yum yum. Although I was eating one tonight and its claw stabbed me in the gum.
Chao from Ha Noi : )
This is eventually going to turn into a travel blog, so what better way to start is by saying hello or Zin Chao from Ha Noi!
Mum and dad have graced me (and my brother) with a last trip overseas before I, being the big One Eight, means that I am overage in their books and can therefore fund all trips after this one.
So this one last trip has me typing this post from my little windowless hotel room (actually it's pretty nice) in the wonderful Ha Noi, Vietnam! I was going to go and take some long exposures of the street but my habit of leaving the toilet seat down and not putting the lid down with it has caused my brother some grief and he's in a strop... Is that weird? That is weird right?
Hopefully after this post the tension has cooled and I can convince him... Unless he's so transfixed with watching his pirated "Spectacular" the nickelodean rip off of "High School Musical" ... we'll see.
Anyway, less about crap and more about this amazing, busy city!
There are so many motorcycles as that is the main, and easiest form of transport. They beep their horns a lot here too, some of them sound nice dare I say, even friendly and some blast your ear drums like angry parrots. (I'm not sure where parrots came from but i'm sticking with it)
I've totally got walking across the road down pat too. I could pretty much cross with my eyes closed.
Okay I lie... but I'm pretty good.
We have a tour guide called Vu (which means power, or so he says) who is a little crazy and repeats himself a lot but very energetic about everything which is good. He took us to Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum first up today. When we went in and walked around him I was half expecting him to wake up and stretch. Apparently when he died he signed a will that said that he was to be creamated because he wanted the money to go back to the people. However, the government kept it a secret and had him embalmed.
So now, for over 40 years Ho Chi Minh has been travelling to Russia every year for a million dollar beauty treatment to keep him looking less dead.
I guess being a physical preservation of his words and his actions when he was alive comes to play too..
I think that's pretty amazing. Although when you go in to see him you have to be deathly silent and wear appropriate clothing, I think it's because someone might let it slip that he's not creamated and he'd be pretty pissed.
Then we went to Maison Central affectionatly/sarcastically called "Ha Noi Hilton" By US troops serving time there, including John McCain. In fact, if we had stayed there an extra three hours we would of seen him... I think dad wanted to.
The Van and Vu then took us to the Temple of Literaure where I patted a many hundred year old stone turtle and then proceeded to pat my head because it'll make me smarter. (Let's hope so anyway)
Cutting this post appropriately "short" my stroppy brother is stroppy no more and we're off to take some photos. I shall put some up later.
I'd like to announce that my new favourite food is deep fried small crab from the rice fields. Yum yum. Although I was eating one tonight and its claw stabbed me in the gum.
Chao from Ha Noi : )
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
If Only It Was an April Fool's Joke...
There are a lot of things I have concluded to be wrong, without studying them in-depth. Evolution is one of them. The fact that I don't know that much about it does not bother me in the least.
APRIL FOOLS
Oh my fucking gawd.
I've come across the most hilariously disturbing site imaginable.
http://www.fstdt.com/fundies/top100.aspx?archive=1
And above, dear reader, is only a small sample of the many things that come out of fundamentalist christians close minded heads.
Need more of the devil's temptation to visit?
"This past spring I was expelled from my high school. Why? Because I'm a Christian. There was a girl in my class who was wiccan, and I didn't want demons to possess me or anyone else and save her from satan. So, I told her that her faith was evil and told her to accept Jesus as Savior and she would be saved. Simple as that. Just say the sinners prayer and you can be saved!
Well I got sent to the principal for that. She said I was 'discriminating' against her religion. I was only doing what the Bible, God, Jesus and my pastor said! How is that wrong!?
Well, afterwards I was forced to aplologize, even though it's a sin to, so I never meant what I said. So, instead I put a copy of a Jack Chick tract in her locker about how wicca and a paganism lead to murder, rape and other horrible things because it lets the devil get inside of you. I also left a little note about how she was going to hell. I was hoping she would see the error of her ways and repent from the evil, disgusting 'religion'.
Instead I was called down to the principal again and this time there were two police officers there. And they said I was under arrest for harrasing this girl and threatening her! What did I do? I just wanted her to accept Jesus and be saved! Now her family (all evil, stupid, disgusting god hating wiccans) want to sue me for discrimination and creating a hostile workplace! How is that fair? She's the one who's discriminating against me because I'm one with the LORD!
Jesus is the only way to salvation! It's that simple people! No pope, wicca, or anything stupid like that! JESUS ONLY! Why is is wrong to tell others that? It's all the fault of the ACLU and simlar atheist organizations trying to destroy us Christians. Next they'll want to genocide us for doing our Godly work. "
I.. I just don't think I can read them anymore... they make me laugh and so angry at the same time.
APRIL FOOLS
Oh my fucking gawd.
I've come across the most hilariously disturbing site imaginable.
http://www.fstdt.com/fundies/top100.aspx?archive=1
And above, dear reader, is only a small sample of the many things that come out of fundamentalist christians close minded heads.
Need more of the devil's temptation to visit?
"This past spring I was expelled from my high school. Why? Because I'm a Christian. There was a girl in my class who was wiccan, and I didn't want demons to possess me or anyone else and save her from satan. So, I told her that her faith was evil and told her to accept Jesus as Savior and she would be saved. Simple as that. Just say the sinners prayer and you can be saved!
Well I got sent to the principal for that. She said I was 'discriminating' against her religion. I was only doing what the Bible, God, Jesus and my pastor said! How is that wrong!?
Well, afterwards I was forced to aplologize, even though it's a sin to, so I never meant what I said. So, instead I put a copy of a Jack Chick tract in her locker about how wicca and a paganism lead to murder, rape and other horrible things because it lets the devil get inside of you. I also left a little note about how she was going to hell. I was hoping she would see the error of her ways and repent from the evil, disgusting 'religion'.
Instead I was called down to the principal again and this time there were two police officers there. And they said I was under arrest for harrasing this girl and threatening her! What did I do? I just wanted her to accept Jesus and be saved! Now her family (all evil, stupid, disgusting god hating wiccans) want to sue me for discrimination and creating a hostile workplace! How is that fair? She's the one who's discriminating against me because I'm one with the LORD!
Jesus is the only way to salvation! It's that simple people! No pope, wicca, or anything stupid like that! JESUS ONLY! Why is is wrong to tell others that? It's all the fault of the ACLU and simlar atheist organizations trying to destroy us Christians. Next they'll want to genocide us for doing our Godly work. "
I.. I just don't think I can read them anymore... they make me laugh and so angry at the same time.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Upgrading and Tattoos
The windscreen wipers of course!
Not that the government is getting rid of the old and slowly shrivelling ones and replacing them with sparkly new ones..but the fact that i've noticed that they're all upgrading their equipment. (with exception to the really old and shrivelled one)
My winscreen might actually get a bit cleaner when they pounce on my car for once. :)
Moving on!
I'm just cleaning my desk.. and if you saw my desk - Oh look, a dead cockroach (no, i'm not even kidding)
Evidence.
Anyway, digressing, I found an envelope that i'd written a future (or now past.. or is it present?) post on. Let's see if I can decipher it...
Love, Tattoos and the Black Sheep (But Not Necessarily Told in That Order)
I was going to write this last night so i'm not really sure what the love part is all about but moving on... Looking at a friend of a friends recent tattoo got me thinking about them. Don't get me wriong, i'm not against the ink stains but sometimes youve just gotta wonder why.
This tattoo in particular was in giant old fashioned block writing with the word "MICHAEL" across said friend of friends shoulder blades.
Now, normally i'd be thinking "what the hell?" (who am I kidding, I did) until I remembered this 19 year old was indeed a father and using my super powerful elephant memory remembered that his son is called Michael.
So I guess that's cool...
I'm sure there should be rules about tattoos.
Here are some I prepared earlier:
1. No girlfriend and or wife names. Unless they're dead or you're too old and wrinkly to bother looking for another.
2. No birthdates, especially not yours. (I was going into the tattoo/ piercing parlour a couple years ago to get my ear pierced and there was this scrawny "tough" kid who was getting a huge tattoo of his birthday on his lower back.. In fact, a guy a used to work with got one too.. and he was under 18 and trying to get into clubs. Really smart, I know.) I mean... if you can't remember your own birth date, well.. it goes without saying really.
3. If you've had a near death experience and want to remember it, a tattoo is acceptable.
4. Do not get your wife and or girlfriend/child/mother/brother/mother-in-law etc etc's face tattooed on you. More than likely it will look 1000 times uglier than said person.. (unless it is your mother-in-law)
OH SNAP.
Not that the government is getting rid of the old and slowly shrivelling ones and replacing them with sparkly new ones..but the fact that i've noticed that they're all upgrading their equipment. (with exception to the really old and shrivelled one)
My winscreen might actually get a bit cleaner when they pounce on my car for once. :)
Moving on!
I'm just cleaning my desk.. and if you saw my desk - Oh look, a dead cockroach (no, i'm not even kidding)
Evidence.Anyway, digressing, I found an envelope that i'd written a future (or now past.. or is it present?) post on. Let's see if I can decipher it...
Love, Tattoos and the Black Sheep (But Not Necessarily Told in That Order)
I was going to write this last night so i'm not really sure what the love part is all about but moving on... Looking at a friend of a friends recent tattoo got me thinking about them. Don't get me wriong, i'm not against the ink stains but sometimes youve just gotta wonder why.
This tattoo in particular was in giant old fashioned block writing with the word "MICHAEL" across said friend of friends shoulder blades.
Now, normally i'd be thinking "what the hell?" (who am I kidding, I did) until I remembered this 19 year old was indeed a father and using my super powerful elephant memory remembered that his son is called Michael.
So I guess that's cool...
I'm sure there should be rules about tattoos.
Here are some I prepared earlier:
1. No girlfriend and or wife names. Unless they're dead or you're too old and wrinkly to bother looking for another.
2. No birthdates, especially not yours. (I was going into the tattoo/ piercing parlour a couple years ago to get my ear pierced and there was this scrawny "tough" kid who was getting a huge tattoo of his birthday on his lower back.. In fact, a guy a used to work with got one too.. and he was under 18 and trying to get into clubs. Really smart, I know.) I mean... if you can't remember your own birth date, well.. it goes without saying really.
3. If you've had a near death experience and want to remember it, a tattoo is acceptable.
4. Do not get your wife and or girlfriend/child/mother/brother/mother-in-law etc etc's face tattooed on you. More than likely it will look 1000 times uglier than said person.. (unless it is your mother-in-law)
OH SNAP.
Monday, March 30, 2009
I'm A Freaky Sex Adict With A Nice Ass Who Slept With A Bag Of Weed Because I'm A Pimp And You're Jealous
ROAR.
I was going to go into a speil about this but then my computer was taking it's sweet arse time so I started writing what I was going post.. and looking over it, there's more coarse language than necessary and I just don't think I should let you, dear readers, ruin your eyes with my dirty words.
On a side note, the title was generously donated by a stupid facebook quiz. :)
I was going to go into a speil about this but then my computer was taking it's sweet arse time so I started writing what I was going post.. and looking over it, there's more coarse language than necessary and I just don't think I should let you, dear readers, ruin your eyes with my dirty words.
On a side note, the title was generously donated by a stupid facebook quiz. :)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Blog Sweet Blog
One of my greatest flaws in life is that I tell a terrible story. I think it's because I don't get enough time to actually think about what the hell is going to come out of my mouth. Unlike paper or this wonderful device where I can write, think about it, delete and correct. Which is excellent. Thank you paper/technology.
My friend recently got me into "How I Met Your Mother" Which is, infact, one of the greatest shows ever. But I was trying to tell him about an episode and being rather complicated I think I basically told him the whole episode. In the wrong order. Ruining the punch line at the start.
Go me.
And then.. half way through i'm thinking
"what the fuck are you doing? Shut up. SHUT UP."
But you see, it's kind of hard to do that mid way through an epic bout of verbal diarrhea. So like a trooper I powered on and eventually found my way back to reality, face to face with the pity "oh my god you suck" look from said friend.
*awkward pause*
Me: So anyway.. you should have probably just watched the episode..
K: Yeah...
I think I'll just stick to blogging.
My friend recently got me into "How I Met Your Mother" Which is, infact, one of the greatest shows ever. But I was trying to tell him about an episode and being rather complicated I think I basically told him the whole episode. In the wrong order. Ruining the punch line at the start.
Go me.
And then.. half way through i'm thinking
"what the fuck are you doing? Shut up. SHUT UP."
But you see, it's kind of hard to do that mid way through an epic bout of verbal diarrhea. So like a trooper I powered on and eventually found my way back to reality, face to face with the pity "oh my god you suck" look from said friend.
*awkward pause*
Me: So anyway.. you should have probably just watched the episode..
K: Yeah...
I think I'll just stick to blogging.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Is it the Crack of Heaven or Fires of Hell?
I mean I knew there were lots of words for it.. But not this many.
www.vaginalady.com/words/words-all.htm
Sorry I'm computer illiterate and the link thingo mabobby won't work... I'm just making you less lazy okay?
www.vaginalady.com/words/words-all.htm
Sorry I'm computer illiterate and the link thingo mabobby won't work... I'm just making you less lazy okay?
Mmmm Socks
Turns out my toes are carnivores.. or.. cottonivores.. at least I think my socks are cotton.
Either way they are eating a holes in both my socks and it's a little bit distressing as they are my only black socks. For work, no less.
And my button is trying to escape off my pants.. It's convinced the thread to let go a little so now out of the 4 holes it could tied to it's down to two. But i'm watching...
Either way they are eating a holes in both my socks and it's a little bit distressing as they are my only black socks. For work, no less.
And my button is trying to escape off my pants.. It's convinced the thread to let go a little so now out of the 4 holes it could tied to it's down to two. But i'm watching...
Friday, March 20, 2009
If I Can't Post It Here, What Are My Options?
RANT – Creative Writing Class 22.07.08
I’m going to say it bluntly.
It’s like verbal constipation.
Or rather, writers constipation.
Seeing as it all comes out on paper first.
What makes writing great anyway?
Is it the use of big words, people get impressed by big words?
I think I’m just frustrated because the biggest word I know I can’t remember and I’m pretty sure I could only use it in psychology.
Psychoneuroanalytic, or something along the lines. Three words fused together.
I keep feeling like I need to write something brilliant, or that it’s already there waiting to come out but I think it’s got stage fright. Like if it came out maybe it’d change the way everything is right now.
It could be fun? Right? Imagine if this ever became notable. What a joke that would be. If they performed it it’d have to be with malice, rage, frustration, exaggeration.
Why not? But with that you have to wonder how long, how many questions can be asked and responded to with that stupid little three letter word. I dread the day my children learn it. Perhaps I’ll buy a parrot and teach it, it and then, when my children ask why, I’ll stick them in a room together.. and perhaps go clean the toilet to award my efforts.
But kids and that word are a digression from the issue and many years away.
Was there an issue to begin with?
I can’t remember.
Therefore, the point of this conversation/ monologue/ words is that…
Is that…
is that words are words are words are words. Anything can be great if you accept that it is.
However, I don’t accept that this is and it hasn’t cured my writer’s constipation.
Just to be blunt.
I’m going to say it bluntly.
It’s like verbal constipation.
Or rather, writers constipation.
Seeing as it all comes out on paper first.
What makes writing great anyway?
Is it the use of big words, people get impressed by big words?
I think I’m just frustrated because the biggest word I know I can’t remember and I’m pretty sure I could only use it in psychology.
Psychoneuroanalytic, or something along the lines. Three words fused together.
I keep feeling like I need to write something brilliant, or that it’s already there waiting to come out but I think it’s got stage fright. Like if it came out maybe it’d change the way everything is right now.
It could be fun? Right? Imagine if this ever became notable. What a joke that would be. If they performed it it’d have to be with malice, rage, frustration, exaggeration.
Why not? But with that you have to wonder how long, how many questions can be asked and responded to with that stupid little three letter word. I dread the day my children learn it. Perhaps I’ll buy a parrot and teach it, it and then, when my children ask why, I’ll stick them in a room together.. and perhaps go clean the toilet to award my efforts.
But kids and that word are a digression from the issue and many years away.
Was there an issue to begin with?
I can’t remember.
Therefore, the point of this conversation/ monologue/ words is that…
Is that…
is that words are words are words are words. Anything can be great if you accept that it is.
However, I don’t accept that this is and it hasn’t cured my writer’s constipation.
Just to be blunt.
Black Is The New White (If My Cat Has His Way)
There's a problem with having three jobs where the uniform is all black.
Possibly because lurking around my house, is a huge white fluff ball that I sometimes affectinately like to call my cat.
Do you know how hard it is to get away from him? Even the de-linter can't handle such mammoth proportions of hair and I got to work looking like the abominable snowman.*
And if my uniforms were white and I had a black cat, i'd totally become a gansta.**
*Perhaps a slight exaggeration.
** I'd probably still be too white. Damn skin
Possibly because lurking around my house, is a huge white fluff ball that I sometimes affectinately like to call my cat.
Do you know how hard it is to get away from him? Even the de-linter can't handle such mammoth proportions of hair and I got to work looking like the abominable snowman.*
And if my uniforms were white and I had a black cat, i'd totally become a gansta.**
*Perhaps a slight exaggeration.
** I'd probably still be too white. Damn skin
hahaha My Life Is A Joke (Titled By Drunk)
ahhh excellent..
Typing in a drunken stupor.. or stuper.. or something like that.. I tell a tale of well.. confusing and hilariousness.
Dr Guru is right, my life could definately be a sit com.. or a movie.. or you know.. i could blog about it. So here I am.
Pretty sure I talked about this boy before.. and not really sure what happened tonight..
You know thatsuper hot guy you thought you could never get? Well I got him
and a confession that he's a dickhead.. which I already knew but you know, tended to overlook in times of wall and body contact.
but I totally have the upper hand and it feels great.
UPDATE: this is embarrassing.. WHY do I write this shit?
Typing in a drunken stupor.. or stuper.. or something like that.. I tell a tale of well.. confusing and hilariousness.
Dr Guru is right, my life could definately be a sit com.. or a movie.. or you know.. i could blog about it. So here I am.
Pretty sure I talked about this boy before.. and not really sure what happened tonight..
You know that
and a confession that he's a dickhead.. which I already knew but you know, tended to overlook in times of wall and body contact.
but I totally have the upper hand and it feels great.
UPDATE: this is embarrassing.. WHY do I write this shit?
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Annonymous Love letters and TV Shows That Hit Home
I know the title leads you to believe i'm going to be talking about love letters first.. but i'm not. HA.
I'm pretty sure this is making me out to sound like I watch the telly a whole lot.. which is partly true, but due to working my arse off pretty much every day, aswell as playing hockey twice a week there's just not much time for that part of my life anymore..
It's probably for the best.
Today, one out of the three jobs I have, which I was working today, was cancelled (unfortunately, because it is the highest paying) so I used this rare occasion to my advantage and stayed in bed till an outragous 12pm. Then I got up, checked emails and migrated to the next comfy thing - the couch - and started watching Sex and the City.
Carrie (the main character) was dating this cool dude and she goes and meets the family and instantly likes them.. then they leave and go back to her place and lets just say he has a false start. Then she has lunch with his mum and then he was a bit too quick off the mark again that night.
ANYWAY all through the episode I was thinking "this reminds me of my ex". Not the bed problems mind you, but the family thing.
Yeah, I liked his parents better than him.
I'm a terrible person.
Which makes a nice segway to the next part of this post:
Annonymous love letters. I totally got me one in the mail a couple of days ago. Handwritten and scented (Yeah you read right, SCENTED! with really nice smelling aftershave, mind you..) Well apparently it's an "appreciation letter". And, apparently, according to this letter, i'm a wonderful, amazing person and I make this annonymous letter writer's life a little bit brighter whenever i'm in it.
WIN.
I'm pretty sure this is making me out to sound like I watch the telly a whole lot.. which is partly true, but due to working my arse off pretty much every day, aswell as playing hockey twice a week there's just not much time for that part of my life anymore..
It's probably for the best.
Today, one out of the three jobs I have, which I was working today, was cancelled (unfortunately, because it is the highest paying) so I used this rare occasion to my advantage and stayed in bed till an outragous 12pm. Then I got up, checked emails and migrated to the next comfy thing - the couch - and started watching Sex and the City.
Carrie (the main character) was dating this cool dude and she goes and meets the family and instantly likes them.. then they leave and go back to her place and lets just say he has a false start. Then she has lunch with his mum and then he was a bit too quick off the mark again that night.
ANYWAY all through the episode I was thinking "this reminds me of my ex". Not the bed problems mind you, but the family thing.
Yeah, I liked his parents better than him.
I'm a terrible person.
Which makes a nice segway to the next part of this post:
Annonymous love letters. I totally got me one in the mail a couple of days ago. Handwritten and scented (Yeah you read right, SCENTED! with really nice smelling aftershave, mind you..) Well apparently it's an "appreciation letter". And, apparently, according to this letter, i'm a wonderful, amazing person and I make this annonymous letter writer's life a little bit brighter whenever i'm in it.
WIN.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Middle Aged Women Need Love Too.
And to think that I, An 18 year old girl, was having trouble bagging a man. I didn't even realise there are middle age women out there struggling with the same problem.
A couple of days ago it was slow at the cafe and I just happened to eavesdrop on these two ladies having a conversation about their sex lives (or lack there of).
I'm pretty sure one of them was telling the other how she's still keen to have sex but she went away for a couple of weeks and the man that she thought was unavailable actually found a girlfriend when she got back.. and she doesn't want to do the long distance thing with some other man.
I was thinking to myself "Good god. they're talking about sex at their age!" Given they were only in their 60's but no one wants to hear that!... okay so it was my own fault.
Moving on..
I've been watching a lot of TV lately eg- Farmer Wants A Wife and just a general observation of adults in public and I realised they flirt like we do!
I was watching this woman dangle herself at this man and thinking "Do I do that?.. I think I do.. oh my gawd."
I'm actually embarrassed.
Note to self- change flirting habits.
A couple of days ago it was slow at the cafe and I just happened to eavesdrop on these two ladies having a conversation about their sex lives (or lack there of).
I'm pretty sure one of them was telling the other how she's still keen to have sex but she went away for a couple of weeks and the man that she thought was unavailable actually found a girlfriend when she got back.. and she doesn't want to do the long distance thing with some other man.
I was thinking to myself "Good god. they're talking about sex at their age!" Given they were only in their 60's but no one wants to hear that!... okay so it was my own fault.
Moving on..
I've been watching a lot of TV lately eg- Farmer Wants A Wife and just a general observation of adults in public and I realised they flirt like we do!
I was watching this woman dangle herself at this man and thinking "Do I do that?.. I think I do.. oh my gawd."
I'm actually embarrassed.
Note to self- change flirting habits.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
What's In A Name?
Tonight my friends, I become a hypocrite.
I never really got how people who share the same name become couples.. I mean.. isn't that weird? In fact, I even know of another (boy) Alex having a (girl) Alex as his girlfriend and I gave him shit about it.
However, this is before I met Alex the cute boy at work (it must be an Alex thing). Sadly, I even started making up excuses as to why we COULD be together.. here are a couple (because I only got to two):
1) we could laugh about the fact that we have the same name?
2) Love conquers all.
Not that this has any kind of hold in reality but hey, a girl can dream can't she?
I never really got how people who share the same name become couples.. I mean.. isn't that weird? In fact, I even know of another (boy) Alex having a (girl) Alex as his girlfriend and I gave him shit about it.
However, this is before I met Alex the cute boy at work (it must be an Alex thing). Sadly, I even started making up excuses as to why we COULD be together.. here are a couple (because I only got to two):
1) we could laugh about the fact that we have the same name?
2) Love conquers all.
Not that this has any kind of hold in reality but hey, a girl can dream can't she?
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
30 Days Hath September
I suprise myself at how daft I am sometimes. Here I am writing out my life in my book of Antics when suddenly i'm trying to figure out how the hell I missed two days of this month without even doing anything.
Turns out feburary only goes up to 28 days.
Turns out feburary only goes up to 28 days.
I Have My First Aid Certificate But Why Would I Use It?
as I devour this delecatble moresel of tenderloin from work tonight I bring an interesting afternoon to share.
I pretty much had my chance to shine and use all that money my mum spent in me learning first aid today but I didn't...
I was in the city buying new work shoes when I realised that it was almost 5 and my freak (wow I actually typed freak..) I mean friend, Keaghan was getting off work. (this is the one who says i'm a lesbian) Because he lives in an amazing share house (spa AND outdoor kitchen PLUS indoor kitchen), which is actually his good friends house and his parents have just gone traveling Australia for a year, Fran and I decided to intrude once a week, cook dinner and watch the new season of skins.
Realising I wouldn't be able to make it tonight, due to work, I offered him a lift home.
As we were walking to the car and discussing how much i'm missing out on this new incredibly lesbian filled episode of skins keaghan looks ahead and goes "Oh" I look up too and see that a car has just screeched to a halt and there's a woman faceplanted in the middle of the road entangled in her bike.
Me: Shit, do you think she's okay?
K: She's getting up
Me: mmm yeah..
K: Should we go help?
Me: nah she's alright, there's plenty of people helping.
K: You're the one with the first aid certificate. Aren't you like, obligated or something?
Me: No way, that's how you get sued.
K: You probably know more than them?
Me: Oh she's bleeding.. Nah.. they've got it under control. They should probably get her to sit down though..
I'm so helpful. BUT in my defence, there were at least 3 people helping her and they seemed to be getting her to sit down as we rounded the corner and they went out of sight... and I would have been late for work.
I'm a terrible person.
I pretty much had my chance to shine and use all that money my mum spent in me learning first aid today but I didn't...
I was in the city buying new work shoes when I realised that it was almost 5 and my freak (wow I actually typed freak..) I mean friend, Keaghan was getting off work. (this is the one who says i'm a lesbian) Because he lives in an amazing share house (spa AND outdoor kitchen PLUS indoor kitchen), which is actually his good friends house and his parents have just gone traveling Australia for a year, Fran and I decided to intrude once a week, cook dinner and watch the new season of skins.
Realising I wouldn't be able to make it tonight, due to work, I offered him a lift home.
As we were walking to the car and discussing how much i'm missing out on this new incredibly lesbian filled episode of skins keaghan looks ahead and goes "Oh" I look up too and see that a car has just screeched to a halt and there's a woman faceplanted in the middle of the road entangled in her bike.
Me: Shit, do you think she's okay?
K: She's getting up
Me: mmm yeah..
K: Should we go help?
Me: nah she's alright, there's plenty of people helping.
K: You're the one with the first aid certificate. Aren't you like, obligated or something?
Me: No way, that's how you get sued.
K: You probably know more than them?
Me: Oh she's bleeding.. Nah.. they've got it under control. They should probably get her to sit down though..
I'm so helpful. BUT in my defence, there were at least 3 people helping her and they seemed to be getting her to sit down as we rounded the corner and they went out of sight... and I would have been late for work.
I'm a terrible person.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
WTF Girls?
Yeah yeah, I know i'm a girl but seriously- what tha fuck?
So I got invited to my new friends (let's call him Tallboy as I still haven't figured out if I should put real names down.. this is realistic enough...) farewell last night and I met him through my other friend TheGunt (wow I should really encourage her to make a blog about all her boy escapades) anyway... I digress- so farewell right?
For future reference in this story TheGunt and Tallboy have a little history- not much, but some.
We hang out at his house and meet some of his mates and then we all decide to head out for a saturday night in civic. I wasn't going to go but then TequilaMonster, Tallboy's rediculoulsy drunk friend, ranted a little and TheGunt pulled a little peer pressure so I went along.
Tallboy ended up buying me a drink and TheGunt sat there looking mightily unimpressed. Anywhoo the night wore on and we headed to Transit. I ended up talking to Tallboy along the way while TheGunt hung back with Tallboys other friends. I followed TheGunt to the bar on arrival (although it's kinda hard to miss being the first thing on the right..) and asked her what was wrong. I get that pathetic "nothing" all girls love to use when it's obvious something's wrong and so I leave it. We go and dance a bit and then go back to the bar for another drink and this is kinda how the conversation goes (you may use this as a guide to stop any conversation dead in a second):
TheGunt: *orders drink and turns to me* "Do you mind not flirting with Tallboy?"
My mind: -Blank- wait.. what the? flirting?? OH MY GOD SHE'S JEALOUS OVER NOTHING.
Me: Sure...? Although we're just talking but yeah... okay?
My Mind: and not even in that "yeah we're just talking" lying kind of way people say when they're CLEARLY not "just" talking.
- End conversation-
Trying to pretend Awkard isn't standing next to us, I munch on the ice in my glass as TheGunt sculls her double shot vodka and lemonade until Tallboy comes and tells us to dance. Finding her confidence in alcohol and confrontation TheGunt does her sexy dance and I do my I-can't-dance-to-save-my-life-and-i'm-too-effing-sober dance. And then I notice Biggest-asshole-from-social-hockey is sitting with his mates real close like and the girl-i-just-met-at-work-and-not-really-sure-if-shes-friendly-yet is over by the pool tables. Feeling too sober to handle the situations I bail and go to my friend Francypant's house to grab my bike. Which, might I add, took us at least 15 minutes to squeeze into my relativley spacious volvo.
So I got invited to my new friends (let's call him Tallboy as I still haven't figured out if I should put real names down.. this is realistic enough...) farewell last night and I met him through my other friend TheGunt (wow I should really encourage her to make a blog about all her boy escapades) anyway... I digress- so farewell right?
For future reference in this story TheGunt and Tallboy have a little history- not much, but some.
We hang out at his house and meet some of his mates and then we all decide to head out for a saturday night in civic. I wasn't going to go but then TequilaMonster, Tallboy's rediculoulsy drunk friend, ranted a little and TheGunt pulled a little peer pressure so I went along.
Tallboy ended up buying me a drink and TheGunt sat there looking mightily unimpressed. Anywhoo the night wore on and we headed to Transit. I ended up talking to Tallboy along the way while TheGunt hung back with Tallboys other friends. I followed TheGunt to the bar on arrival (although it's kinda hard to miss being the first thing on the right..) and asked her what was wrong. I get that pathetic "nothing" all girls love to use when it's obvious something's wrong and so I leave it. We go and dance a bit and then go back to the bar for another drink and this is kinda how the conversation goes (you may use this as a guide to stop any conversation dead in a second):
TheGunt: *orders drink and turns to me* "Do you mind not flirting with Tallboy?"
My mind: -Blank- wait.. what the? flirting?? OH MY GOD SHE'S JEALOUS OVER NOTHING.
Me: Sure...? Although we're just talking but yeah... okay?
My Mind: and not even in that "yeah we're just talking" lying kind of way people say when they're CLEARLY not "just" talking.
- End conversation-
Trying to pretend Awkard isn't standing next to us, I munch on the ice in my glass as TheGunt sculls her double shot vodka and lemonade until Tallboy comes and tells us to dance. Finding her confidence in alcohol and confrontation TheGunt does her sexy dance and I do my I-can't-dance-to-save-my-life-and-i'm-too-effing-sober dance. And then I notice Biggest-asshole-from-social-hockey is sitting with his mates real close like and the girl-i-just-met-at-work-and-not-really-sure-if-shes-friendly-yet is over by the pool tables. Feeling too sober to handle the situations I bail and go to my friend Francypant's house to grab my bike. Which, might I add, took us at least 15 minutes to squeeze into my relativley spacious volvo.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
"Quench This Fire Burning Between My Thighs"
and if it wasn't 1 am i'd tell you all about it.
UPDATED:
Okay so as my friend just pointed out that title might lead you to suspect that it was I who needed quenching.
This may be true but irrelevant.
It is infact, my favorite line which my friend couragously shouts into the audience in this fantastically depressing play by Federico Garcia Lorca - The House of Bernarda Alba , on at the ANU -
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2141803&id=695545298#/event.php?eid=63944238712&ref=ts
I'm so proud of her.
UPDATED:
Okay so as my friend just pointed out that title might lead you to suspect that it was I who needed quenching.
This may be true but irrelevant.
It is infact, my favorite line which my friend couragously shouts into the audience in this fantastically depressing play by Federico Garcia Lorca - The House of Bernarda Alba , on at the ANU -
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=2141803&id=695545298#/event.php?eid=63944238712&ref=ts
I'm so proud of her.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I didn't know I had mucsles there?
Hockey training has started once again and this time has a lovely little session called "Boxersise". This includes, but not limited to, pulling on communal boxing gloves that hit that sweet spot in your gag reflex and then sprinting back and forth until you almost vomit. And i'm pretty sure my pecs will be bigger than my boobs before long..
But I no complain, I have a not-so-secret love of excersise/hockey. Which apparently makes me a lesbian.
Ya'll (oh praise the lord if i'm not the only one writing/reading this) remember from the last post about boy's best friend? (we've now reaching the stage where he feels comfortable enough to meet me on his lunch break for lunch and then take me undie shopping) he's decided to dub me a lesbian for not so obvious reasons. Although i've already foiled him once. (see http://ohmessyme.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-in-movies.html)
We'll see how long it lasts.
But I no complain, I have a not-so-secret love of excersise/hockey. Which apparently makes me a lesbian.
Ya'll (oh praise the lord if i'm not the only one writing/reading this) remember from the last post about boy's best friend? (we've now reaching the stage where he feels comfortable enough to meet me on his lunch break for lunch and then take me undie shopping) he's decided to dub me a lesbian for not so obvious reasons. Although i've already foiled him once. (see http://ohmessyme.blogspot.com/2009/02/only-in-movies.html)
We'll see how long it lasts.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Mmm Binge Eating
There's nothing quite like a get together with the girls and eating so much junk food you undo all that excersise that you did down at the coast with your hockey team over the weekend.
Tonight instead of sitting out in the cool night air, surrounded by friends, friends of friends and friends of friends friends (because Canberra's good like that)to watch Tropfest 09, one of my close friends, Al, decided to have it at her place because the movie channel was actually showing it live this year.
So partly for this luxury and partly because one of my other good friends M, is leaving us on Tuesday for Uni in Sydney, and it'd be the last time for all of our group to have a get together for a while, we all drove round and traded picnic rugs for comfy chairs and ate copious amounts of popcorn, chips and cheescake.
B turned up with her boyfriend a little while into the films. During the add break she was telling us how they have a blog from their month long travels in Tasmania. Me being me pipe in "oh I have a blog!" Immediately regretting this they both look at me and go... "but you don't DO anything." so I mutter that i'm going to get into at least the top 1000000000000 with this someday but they don't hear me and move on to more interesting topics.
Which reminds me, I really am doing things with my time.. besides writing these. Although I work at the Zoo, the pay is shite (I love my job too much to quit) and funding my gap year to America, Nepal and India is a bit of a feat. So I've been job hunting and I've got to say, knowing people gets you EVERYWHERE. I have a trial shift at Old Parliament house on wednesday so hopefully i'll earn me some money woo!
Now I just need to get off my arse, burn off the junk in my trunk from tonight, send off some forms for this other job.. fill out my visa appllication and i'm laughing!
Tonight instead of sitting out in the cool night air, surrounded by friends, friends of friends and friends of friends friends (because Canberra's good like that)to watch Tropfest 09, one of my close friends, Al, decided to have it at her place because the movie channel was actually showing it live this year.
So partly for this luxury and partly because one of my other good friends M, is leaving us on Tuesday for Uni in Sydney, and it'd be the last time for all of our group to have a get together for a while, we all drove round and traded picnic rugs for comfy chairs and ate copious amounts of popcorn, chips and cheescake.
B turned up with her boyfriend a little while into the films. During the add break she was telling us how they have a blog from their month long travels in Tasmania. Me being me pipe in "oh I have a blog!" Immediately regretting this they both look at me and go... "but you don't DO anything." so I mutter that i'm going to get into at least the top 1000000000000 with this someday but they don't hear me and move on to more interesting topics.
Which reminds me, I really am doing things with my time.. besides writing these. Although I work at the Zoo, the pay is shite (I love my job too much to quit) and funding my gap year to America, Nepal and India is a bit of a feat. So I've been job hunting and I've got to say, knowing people gets you EVERYWHERE. I have a trial shift at Old Parliament house on wednesday so hopefully i'll earn me some money woo!
Now I just need to get off my arse, burn off the junk in my trunk from tonight, send off some forms for this other job.. fill out my visa appllication and i'm laughing!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Only In The Movies
As downright depressing the my first blog was, I come to tell a tale of cheap romantic hollywood movie proportions.
How's this for a plotline-
I meet a boy, boy meets me. I like this boy. My best friend likes this boy too. Best friend tells boy about feelings and boy say's that he's not interested in a relationship. I go on trip to the zoo with boy and when boy drops me home he tells me the same thing.
I pretend it was just a friendly thing and life goes on. ( You know when you actually really like the person but pretend not to and say it a bit too enthusiastically?
boy: I'm not sure what your intentions are but i'm not looking for a relationship. I think you're really great though.
Me: OH? what! noooooo! no no it was just friendly, no i.. yeah. cool. See you soon! *Gets out of the car and runs into the house*)
Boy and me continue to see each other at parties and have a good time together. My best friend slips out of the picture for a little while.
Suddenly boy seems to feel the same way, I tell boy how I feel and boy says that he'd like to give it a shot if only I wasn't off limits to him. He tells me i'll find out in good time. The next day I go with boys best friend to the zoo and upon dropping him home he tells me that he likes me. I tell him I like other boy. *insert conversations with both boys good girl friend and much confusion*
In the end boy doesn't like me, I appologize to my best friend and become good friends with boys best friend who is now over me.
Cut to now. I sort of still liked boy even after everything but finally decided to give up and tell boys best friend who says that it's probably a good idea.
I go out to an O-Week party and see boy there. I say hi but stay away from him and dance with my friends. An hour in, cue a gap in the croud and old crush from a few years ago, who I thought was still in France walks over to me.
If I had to tell you anything about this boy it is that he is VERY attractive. We have a strange friendship where I burst his ego bubble because of this very reason. I think that's why we get along. (At the end of year 9 we went to pitch and putt together and he asked me out a couple of days after that but I was so taken aback by the fact that he asked that I got scared and pretended it didn't happen)
I tell him that it's a suprise to see him, he says he's been back for a week. We talk some more, we dance,we kiss. WE KISS. (Yeah I didn't even see that happening, even after a few drinks.) I'm pretty sure my Year 10 self is smiling like an idiot right about now.
Said boy saw us. I wonder what he thinks. Purely out of curiosity of course, I gave him too many chances.
I'm hanging out with old crush on sunday for the first time since pitch and putt. It should be fun.
So really what i've realised and what I already knew (but sometimes it's just a bit hard to do) is that you just have to let go and things work out. As the saying goes "A watched kettle doesn't boil" actually, that really doesn't go with my point at all...
How's this for a plotline-
I meet a boy, boy meets me. I like this boy. My best friend likes this boy too. Best friend tells boy about feelings and boy say's that he's not interested in a relationship. I go on trip to the zoo with boy and when boy drops me home he tells me the same thing.
I pretend it was just a friendly thing and life goes on. ( You know when you actually really like the person but pretend not to and say it a bit too enthusiastically?
boy: I'm not sure what your intentions are but i'm not looking for a relationship. I think you're really great though.
Me: OH? what! noooooo! no no it was just friendly, no i.. yeah. cool. See you soon! *Gets out of the car and runs into the house*)
Boy and me continue to see each other at parties and have a good time together. My best friend slips out of the picture for a little while.
Suddenly boy seems to feel the same way, I tell boy how I feel and boy says that he'd like to give it a shot if only I wasn't off limits to him. He tells me i'll find out in good time. The next day I go with boys best friend to the zoo and upon dropping him home he tells me that he likes me. I tell him I like other boy. *insert conversations with both boys good girl friend and much confusion*
In the end boy doesn't like me, I appologize to my best friend and become good friends with boys best friend who is now over me.
Cut to now. I sort of still liked boy even after everything but finally decided to give up and tell boys best friend who says that it's probably a good idea.
I go out to an O-Week party and see boy there. I say hi but stay away from him and dance with my friends. An hour in, cue a gap in the croud and old crush from a few years ago, who I thought was still in France walks over to me.
If I had to tell you anything about this boy it is that he is VERY attractive. We have a strange friendship where I burst his ego bubble because of this very reason. I think that's why we get along. (At the end of year 9 we went to pitch and putt together and he asked me out a couple of days after that but I was so taken aback by the fact that he asked that I got scared and pretended it didn't happen)
I tell him that it's a suprise to see him, he says he's been back for a week. We talk some more, we dance,we kiss. WE KISS. (Yeah I didn't even see that happening, even after a few drinks.) I'm pretty sure my Year 10 self is smiling like an idiot right about now.
Said boy saw us. I wonder what he thinks. Purely out of curiosity of course, I gave him too many chances.
I'm hanging out with old crush on sunday for the first time since pitch and putt. It should be fun.
So really what i've realised and what I already knew (but sometimes it's just a bit hard to do) is that you just have to let go and things work out. As the saying goes "A watched kettle doesn't boil" actually, that really doesn't go with my point at all...
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
First But Not A Winner
My grandfather has Leukemia.
You know that family problem where everyone knows what's wrong but doesn't want to upset anyone else in the family, (especially the ones it effects most) so they don't say anything? Well It's like this was an inevitable fact that if no one said it outloud then it might not really be true. He looks sick but he doesn't look too bad, right?
There have been hushed conversations between family members for a while now and tonight dad, admitedly after having a few to drink, tells my brother and I that our grandpa, his dad, isn't good, at all. And he's going into chemo tomomrrow. He didn't say the L word so I did. He looked down and nodded. That expression on his face where he's being strong but you know it's tearing him up inside.
"So now you guys might want to visit him a bit more than usual, I mean you don't have to go out of yor way all the time but... I don't think he has much time left."
And all the while I can't help but notice that his hair (what's left of it) is a little longer than usual. So I tell him and he smiles and says he'll cut it tomorrow.
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You know that family problem where everyone knows what's wrong but doesn't want to upset anyone else in the family, (especially the ones it effects most) so they don't say anything? Well It's like this was an inevitable fact that if no one said it outloud then it might not really be true. He looks sick but he doesn't look too bad, right?
There have been hushed conversations between family members for a while now and tonight dad, admitedly after having a few to drink, tells my brother and I that our grandpa, his dad, isn't good, at all. And he's going into chemo tomomrrow. He didn't say the L word so I did. He looked down and nodded. That expression on his face where he's being strong but you know it's tearing him up inside.
"So now you guys might want to visit him a bit more than usual, I mean you don't have to go out of yor way all the time but... I don't think he has much time left."
And all the while I can't help but notice that his hair (what's left of it) is a little longer than usual. So I tell him and he smiles and says he'll cut it tomorrow.
Welcome to Oh Messy Me - updated daily.
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