Hello again, I'm here to vent to no-one in particular. I've just eaten a Thai Green Curry, fuck that was hot. Three glasses of wine and I'm feeling merry. I'm here to talk about frustration. It's amazing how that fucking emotion can sneak up on you, you don't even notice it then kablamo. FRUSTRATION!! Oh, I need some angsty music for this post.
Ah, wtf happened to iTunes, it's red now?
Anyway, I was supposed to be on a date tonight, that's right when Rebecca moves across the world her fucking shitty love life follows her. A year for myself and I fall into the male trap. Yay me!! So, I was supposed to be on a date tonight and I'm frustrated one because the guy cancelled but two, because I was about to cancel on him too. I'm so fucking terrified of new things, which is paradox because everything I experience over here is fucking new. Ahh, I love the f word, it's my friend. Hmm, this is probably going to be more interesting than I first expected. Tomorrow I'm going to the beach, even if it's blowing a gale and pissing down. Another friend, hehe! So, this is a ranty, sweary post that I haven't really thought about. I'm just pretending this is my 10 year old self's diary. "My mum won't let me buy new colouring pencils for school, I hate her soooooooo much" styley!
So tomorrow, beach... whatever the weather, to clear my head. I love that I can talk to no one here!
Rx
18 October 2014
17 October 2014
Australian Things
Okay, so I've been living in Australia, with an Australian family for 5 weeks now and I have met some locals, some other Au Pairs and some weirdos in my time here so far. But what have I learned about Australia?
1. Australian's worship this god like substance which looks and tastes like Marmite, but is in fact completely different as it has Vitamin B and vitality! Australia was built from this stuff, like roads and bridges as well as people! Vegemite is vile and the only time I've used it was to make gravy, it was good for that.
2. Australian's don't like shoes, their feet from a young age are hardened into what can be described as hide like material, it's like they could all perform the walking on glass trick, no questions asked and certainly no cuts.
3. They have Mexican Drive Thru! Zambrero in Joondalup is amazing, I love their chikito's!
4. Aussies drive on the left but in cars that have been developed for driving on the right. Meaning their steering wheels are back to front, many a time I've gone to indicate where I'm driving next and through on my window wipers instead.
5. Your first Kangaroo will probably be spotted 'sleeping' at the side of the road! Road kill!
6. You will probably need to pay to see your first kangaroo up close.
7. Aussie's have play parks with built in BBQ grills, so a picnic in the park can be burgers and hot dogs with the minimal of fuss!
8. Everything is in Kilometres, which is confusing. Especially when you cannot remember how to convert it to miles.
9. You will get burnt, at least once in your first few weeks because the sun is so strong! And I'm ginger, my skin is so pale!!
10. And so far, I have learned that if you're going to have a car crash, it's better to do it in the middle of nowhere, crashing into the local primary schools fence is better than totalling your host mums car or putting diesel into a petrol car!
The first ten things I have learned about Australia and Perth in general. All these things have been done by me, some good, others bad!
15 October 2014
This pitiful display...
Okay, I made a blog, a blog like the rest of the internet. I set it up, I made it pretty then I fucked off and left it to die off in the internet wasteland, only to be found by googlers and weird people who click the next blog button. (Who actually uses that? Oh wait, that's me.)
Anyway, back to the matter at hand. On the 10th September 2014, I left a foggy and damp Southern Scottish address to make a 9112 mile journey to the other side of our large planet. I jumped into the car with my mum, dad and my not-so-little sister as they drove me 55 miles to Newcastle Airport. I then boarded, some four hours later, I got there quite early, a massive plane. The biggest I've ever been on, apart from the time we were given a Boeing-777 to fly to Alicante, which was weird. It was an Emirates flight and everything was lovely from the complimentary hot towel, to the complimentary penguin biscuits, to the complimentary single malt whisky. Needless to say, everything was complimentary. I arrived into the desert, also known as Dubai, at midnight on the 11th September 2014. It was about a million degrees and I had to thank my little brain for not agreeing to a year in a desert.
Three hours in Dubai International Airport was interesting to say the least, I traded some old US dollars for Dubai's lovely currency the dirham. I say it's lovely, that's because it has coffee pot like objects on the coins and is wonderfully unique. I ventured into Starbucks after finding myself with dirham and ordered a large cup of tea. Grabbed some sugar packets - it had been a long afternoon and headed off to find my gate and a seat, which I managed with some success. Opened the lid of my tea to reveal, dun dun dunnn... foamy hot milk on Earl Grey Tea. I'm not in Kansas anymore. My world is broader and stranger for this experience already. I drank my entirely wrong cup of tea while reading Last Bus to Woodstock by Colin Dexter, listening to two German backpackers being weird and a cute old couple telling an Australian gent about their English grandchildren. Dubai airport was wholly a success and I boarded the second flight a 2.10am and we set off on the second leg of my mammoth journey at 3am.
The food on the plane was odd, I must admit. Beef stew at 3.45am was bizarre to say the least, but it wasn't as bad as my error when eating an entire lox of salmon on an empty stomach almost led me into the bathroom to vomit. I survived that, thank Einstein. So, both flights went without a hitch and I arrived into Perth, WA at 5.30 on the 11th September 2014. A synonymous with so many horrid things, became a day I will always remember. It was the day my life changed, it was flipped upside down, thanks to the southern hemisphere and I will hopefully be a better person from it.
But, this is already too long, so for now... from the lovely view across the property I will disappear, I have some Jimmy Carr to watch.
Rx
Anyway, back to the matter at hand. On the 10th September 2014, I left a foggy and damp Southern Scottish address to make a 9112 mile journey to the other side of our large planet. I jumped into the car with my mum, dad and my not-so-little sister as they drove me 55 miles to Newcastle Airport. I then boarded, some four hours later, I got there quite early, a massive plane. The biggest I've ever been on, apart from the time we were given a Boeing-777 to fly to Alicante, which was weird. It was an Emirates flight and everything was lovely from the complimentary hot towel, to the complimentary penguin biscuits, to the complimentary single malt whisky. Needless to say, everything was complimentary. I arrived into the desert, also known as Dubai, at midnight on the 11th September 2014. It was about a million degrees and I had to thank my little brain for not agreeing to a year in a desert.
Three hours in Dubai International Airport was interesting to say the least, I traded some old US dollars for Dubai's lovely currency the dirham. I say it's lovely, that's because it has coffee pot like objects on the coins and is wonderfully unique. I ventured into Starbucks after finding myself with dirham and ordered a large cup of tea. Grabbed some sugar packets - it had been a long afternoon and headed off to find my gate and a seat, which I managed with some success. Opened the lid of my tea to reveal, dun dun dunnn... foamy hot milk on Earl Grey Tea. I'm not in Kansas anymore. My world is broader and stranger for this experience already. I drank my entirely wrong cup of tea while reading Last Bus to Woodstock by Colin Dexter, listening to two German backpackers being weird and a cute old couple telling an Australian gent about their English grandchildren. Dubai airport was wholly a success and I boarded the second flight a 2.10am and we set off on the second leg of my mammoth journey at 3am.
The food on the plane was odd, I must admit. Beef stew at 3.45am was bizarre to say the least, but it wasn't as bad as my error when eating an entire lox of salmon on an empty stomach almost led me into the bathroom to vomit. I survived that, thank Einstein. So, both flights went without a hitch and I arrived into Perth, WA at 5.30 on the 11th September 2014. A synonymous with so many horrid things, became a day I will always remember. It was the day my life changed, it was flipped upside down, thanks to the southern hemisphere and I will hopefully be a better person from it.
But, this is already too long, so for now... from the lovely view across the property I will disappear, I have some Jimmy Carr to watch.
Rx
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