14th June 10:45
LOCATION: My bedroom,White Building,Dubai.
My phone rings.Its the upbeat lady from Accom. We moving your bed tomoro she tells me.
I say,no I'll move it,otherwise you will lose it and I'll get someones elses matress,more than likely some skanky boy who shags everything.
No,she reasures me,you will get your bed.
Ok,I say,then move it!
Shit,1 day to organise my whole move.Get on the phone find moving company,organise for him to come at 11 the next morning.Next mission-get boxes. 45 degrees outside,but we cant wait till evening to start packing,so we brave the heat and walk across the road to the supermarket,on the beg for boxes.Back to White to begin packing. Becs,Sook and I goin to share truck and move all out shit together.
Where did all this stuff come from.Everytiime I tape a box closed I turn around and more stuff has appeared.Is is multiplying behind my back???? Like rabbits?
What did I think I was going to use the 20 small asian soup spoons for? but in they go,to be not used in new apartment. Toiletries I dont remember buying let alone ever using! The shampoo for brunnettes? Im blonde. The vanilla body spray.I HATE vanilla! Do I just not think?????
Well finally all boxes are packed. Told delivery guy we would have about 15 boxes all together. I have 17 on my own! Shit,oh well!
July 15, 11:00
No sign of the moving guy.
Could kick myself for actually expecting him to show up on time.
Call him,but it says number not available!!!!
We could scream!
Have packed all my bedding into box otherwise I would just go back to bed and sob.
11:30
Still no sign of him,have exams tomoro but cant learn now as house is in a state.
Try to call again,he is still busy moving other people. Will be right here!
12:15-still not here!
Want to eat something but have packed all knives and forks.
12:24
Call him again,
"sorry Madam,sorry,coming now"
13:45
Finally arrives!
Doorbell rings,its him with his helper.
A 50 year old Indian man in his robes.Oh geez,now I have to watch as this frail old man moves my boxes while I sit on my arse and look like spoilt rich girl. Fuck it,beyond caring.
17:10
Finally all boxes are loaded,time to move.
Into a cab we pile,we wait for the movers but they are no where to be seen. Finally he appears and tell us to go on ahead,he's going to the mosque to pray.Well,how can I yell at you now,if you praying.
So off we head to our new home.
18:00
No sign of movers. Nothing in new apartment.just dining suite.
Sookies bed is there,mine is no where to be seen. Oh bed where art thou???
18:35
Movers arrive and unload all boxes.
We start unpacking.
20:30
No bed!!!!
What the hell,what am I supposed to do now????
I have to get up at 05:30 to go to college,haven't started learning my equipment locations yet and have no where to sleep.
21:00
Back into cab and back to old apartment.
There is my bed,in my room,just waiting there all alone! Damn this stupid company!
Realise all bedding in in box at new apartment.
So sleep on bare matress with a single fitted sheet to cover me.This is the most depressing situation I've ever been in.
I hate bare matresses,like a phobia!
NOW WHAT?????
Movers arrive and unload
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
An ode to all ex'es
Somewhere along the way of getting over you,I forgot to get over you!
How weird, not to mention such a major oversight.I guess I was too busy thinking about the future(and sometimes the past) and it just slipped my mind.
I mean of course break-ups are difficult and they take time. I believe as we get older we should be mature and responsible about them,you know,take some time to grieve and deal with it all. Maybe have a period of reflection and accept the part we played in it. Not just turn around and dive into a new relationship with the next person we meet. Oh wait,thats what you did. Oh well,Im sure you had a plan,Im sure that its worked out for you in the long run. No? Shame.
I,however just think its better to sort through the issues on your own before you arrive at your next relationship with a huge carrier van of baggage.
Also wouldnt it be nice to start again with someone new and not repeat the same mistakes?
No? You dont think so? Well obviously not,the way you carrying on.
Oh and sometimes the mind plays such awful tricks,trying to convince me that you were the best thing to ever happen to me,maybe even trying to block out some of the awful things you did or said, the mind sure is sneaky. Sometimes it even makes me think of the future with you in it. Silly,trying to convince me that you were The One.
And all this time I've been to busy to take my mind asaide and have a little chat with her and tell her to shut-up!!!!
The bitch has had free reign over me, blending together fact and fiction and creating a relationship in my head that was so not the one we had in reality.
Lucky you though,you obviously had no issues with your conscience or mind( assuming you have either of them) you were able to just turn around and carry on.
Even when I offered the olive branch of friendship you took it in two minds. I tried to build the bridge that you actually should have been building,but no still not going to work. Its so funny the way you can just switch on and off. I mean it must come in real handy for some things. I wonder what goes on in your head, do you ever worry about yourself? Oh I am making myself laugh now,of course you dont.
How stupid of me not to have seen it in the begining anyway.I mean lets be honest you were dating me before you even broke up with your long term girlfriend. Ben Harper warned me that the end is always in the begining. If only I wasnt so blinded by love,never mind I have taken my blindfold off now. I have taken all this time to work through everything,I wonder if you ever stop to think how your actions affected me? No I guess not,that would mean you having to put someone before yourself. So, all this time I thought I was still getting over you that I missed the day that it actually happened. Hearing these stories about you,I cant believe its the same person. Well I guess you not. I think I must have created a better version of you in my head,thats the only explanation I can think of. The alternative being that I knew you were like this all along and stayed with you anyway.Its just to sad.
Not that you'll lose any sleep over it mind you. If anything you'll have your head stuck so far into the sand and playing your favourite game of avoidence that you'll carry on having a huge party for years to come never really thinking about those along the way(least of all yourself)
Well, at least I FINALLY get it! I finally understand that Im better than that! How long it took to me to realise,silly silly me! Oh I really must start to pay more attention to myself,who knows what else I'll miss!!!!!
How weird, not to mention such a major oversight.I guess I was too busy thinking about the future(and sometimes the past) and it just slipped my mind.
I mean of course break-ups are difficult and they take time. I believe as we get older we should be mature and responsible about them,you know,take some time to grieve and deal with it all. Maybe have a period of reflection and accept the part we played in it. Not just turn around and dive into a new relationship with the next person we meet. Oh wait,thats what you did. Oh well,Im sure you had a plan,Im sure that its worked out for you in the long run. No? Shame.
I,however just think its better to sort through the issues on your own before you arrive at your next relationship with a huge carrier van of baggage.
Also wouldnt it be nice to start again with someone new and not repeat the same mistakes?
No? You dont think so? Well obviously not,the way you carrying on.
Oh and sometimes the mind plays such awful tricks,trying to convince me that you were the best thing to ever happen to me,maybe even trying to block out some of the awful things you did or said, the mind sure is sneaky. Sometimes it even makes me think of the future with you in it. Silly,trying to convince me that you were The One.
And all this time I've been to busy to take my mind asaide and have a little chat with her and tell her to shut-up!!!!
The bitch has had free reign over me, blending together fact and fiction and creating a relationship in my head that was so not the one we had in reality.
Lucky you though,you obviously had no issues with your conscience or mind( assuming you have either of them) you were able to just turn around and carry on.
Even when I offered the olive branch of friendship you took it in two minds. I tried to build the bridge that you actually should have been building,but no still not going to work. Its so funny the way you can just switch on and off. I mean it must come in real handy for some things. I wonder what goes on in your head, do you ever worry about yourself? Oh I am making myself laugh now,of course you dont.
How stupid of me not to have seen it in the begining anyway.I mean lets be honest you were dating me before you even broke up with your long term girlfriend. Ben Harper warned me that the end is always in the begining. If only I wasnt so blinded by love,never mind I have taken my blindfold off now. I have taken all this time to work through everything,I wonder if you ever stop to think how your actions affected me? No I guess not,that would mean you having to put someone before yourself. So, all this time I thought I was still getting over you that I missed the day that it actually happened. Hearing these stories about you,I cant believe its the same person. Well I guess you not. I think I must have created a better version of you in my head,thats the only explanation I can think of. The alternative being that I knew you were like this all along and stayed with you anyway.Its just to sad.
Not that you'll lose any sleep over it mind you. If anything you'll have your head stuck so far into the sand and playing your favourite game of avoidence that you'll carry on having a huge party for years to come never really thinking about those along the way(least of all yourself)
Well, at least I FINALLY get it! I finally understand that Im better than that! How long it took to me to realise,silly silly me! Oh I really must start to pay more attention to myself,who knows what else I'll miss!!!!!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Time.............................to do stuff!
Why does time fly by sometimes and other times drag on forver????
Im going to Thailand in 24 days! 24!!! And I cant wait,I wish it was tomorrow!
I still have to move apartments,go to India,London,Johannesburg and Hamburg aswell as do my recurrent safety exams! So much to do and all I want to do is pack my bag and head to the beach!
Not to mention the diet Im meant to be on.Trying to slim down to fit into my bikini so that Im not the fat white friend in all our photies! So far diet not going so well,Had all you could eat and drink brunch yesterday-obviously drank more than I ate and had a hangover by dinner last night!
Didnt go to gym today as I had planned,instead I decided to start packing for my move,but I have landed up watching PS. I love you instead and the boxes remain empty.
I should also start learning for my exams but have not got to that either today.
Suddenly there doesnt seem to be enough time!
Could I just go to sleep and wake up on the 1st of July in my new apartment with my exams done and my bag packed ready for Thailand!
Oh pleeeeeease!!!!!!!
Im going to Thailand in 24 days! 24!!! And I cant wait,I wish it was tomorrow!
I still have to move apartments,go to India,London,Johannesburg and Hamburg aswell as do my recurrent safety exams! So much to do and all I want to do is pack my bag and head to the beach!
Not to mention the diet Im meant to be on.Trying to slim down to fit into my bikini so that Im not the fat white friend in all our photies! So far diet not going so well,Had all you could eat and drink brunch yesterday-obviously drank more than I ate and had a hangover by dinner last night!
Didnt go to gym today as I had planned,instead I decided to start packing for my move,but I have landed up watching PS. I love you instead and the boxes remain empty.
I should also start learning for my exams but have not got to that either today.
Suddenly there doesnt seem to be enough time!
Could I just go to sleep and wake up on the 1st of July in my new apartment with my exams done and my bag packed ready for Thailand!
Oh pleeeeeease!!!!!!!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Hanging!!!
Decided at midnight last night,that I fancied a drinkie!
So Iopened the bottle of wine that Garthy from next door bought me from Spain.
I finished that rather quickly and moved onto Vodka.
Needless to say I have a rather persistant hangover this morning!
Why do I do this to myself!
Natasha will be so angry since we meant to be on diet for our lovely holiday in Thailand.
Well she is,and she's lost 2kgs already,while I on the other hand drink all night and eat prawn crisps!
Now all I can think about is a fish burger from Nahoon Fisheries!!!
They make the best burgers.OOOOOOOOO I would fly home right now for one of those!
Will h ave to indulge myself today with some fast food!
Forgive me stomach for making you fatter!!!!!
So Iopened the bottle of wine that Garthy from next door bought me from Spain.
I finished that rather quickly and moved onto Vodka.
Needless to say I have a rather persistant hangover this morning!
Why do I do this to myself!
Natasha will be so angry since we meant to be on diet for our lovely holiday in Thailand.
Well she is,and she's lost 2kgs already,while I on the other hand drink all night and eat prawn crisps!
Now all I can think about is a fish burger from Nahoon Fisheries!!!
They make the best burgers.OOOOOOOOO I would fly home right now for one of those!
Will h ave to indulge myself today with some fast food!
Forgive me stomach for making you fatter!!!!!
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Werewolf in Paris
Paris is BEAUTIFUL!
There must be a million better words to describe Paris,but it actually leaves you speachless.
Walking through the streets of Paris I got this buzzing feeling inside.This has been the set of so many historical stories. The great artists worked and lived here,the Moulin Rouge was alive here, Carrie Bradshaw finally got Big here! All the important things!
You cant help but feel like you are part of something greater while walking in Paris.
Yes of course,it is crawling with tourists,more than I imagined,and its rather holiday maker touristy,but its PARIS! Everything is an artwork,the awning of a building,the glass window panes.each cobble laid in the streets.
Seeing the Iffel Tower is a strange experiance. You walk and walk and walk and then suddenly there it is,and its like,oh ok,now what. Its just there. So u look up at it in the glaring light.......and then............................And then what? Nothing,you buy and ice-cream or chocolate crepes,take a few photies and move on. An all together very anti-climatic experiance!
Stunning tho.
I now know why the french are so arrogant, its because they have the goods to back it up!
There must be a million better words to describe Paris,but it actually leaves you speachless.
Walking through the streets of Paris I got this buzzing feeling inside.This has been the set of so many historical stories. The great artists worked and lived here,the Moulin Rouge was alive here, Carrie Bradshaw finally got Big here! All the important things!
You cant help but feel like you are part of something greater while walking in Paris.
Yes of course,it is crawling with tourists,more than I imagined,and its rather holiday maker touristy,but its PARIS! Everything is an artwork,the awning of a building,the glass window panes.each cobble laid in the streets.
Seeing the Iffel Tower is a strange experiance. You walk and walk and walk and then suddenly there it is,and its like,oh ok,now what. Its just there. So u look up at it in the glaring light.......and then............................And then what? Nothing,you buy and ice-cream or chocolate crepes,take a few photies and move on. An all together very anti-climatic experiance!
Stunning tho.
I now know why the french are so arrogant, its because they have the goods to back it up!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Electric Toothbrush!
I went grocery shopping on Saturday and landed taking a turn to the household appliances section. Browsing up and down the aisles looking at all the things it takes to furnish a home, flat screen TV and silver fridges to the not so essential coffee grinders,yoghurt makers, heated towel rails and electric flour scales.
This all got me thinking about what an about turn I've made in my life.
2 years ago I was all for buying things for my "home",need we forget the joy I felt at finding my favourite knives and forks at Mr P home one fine Saturday morning. Those knives and forks single handedly created a vision in my head of a Lunch at my "house" in the summer with all my friends and their families(in my vision they all have kids!) running around,theres a large table set up in the garden with what look like grannies bed sheets as a table cloth,Im sure they not actually sheets,bet its some fab vintage tablecloth Im still going to find, and there are mismatched vases of flowers picked from my garden. On this table are the knives and forks and they are just perfect!
There were also blue drinking glasses.Dark ocean blue. I searched for these glasses for years,I still have not found them,but I will.
I get sidetracked.
So while walking around the household appliance department I realised that Im very far from the table in the garden. Im more of solitary knife with no fork to tie my future together with.
But this does not get me down,instead I find myself purchasing an electric toothbrush.
This is my first electric toothbrush ever.
Why has it taken me so long to buy one you may wonder,well toothbrushes(much like the rest of my life) are disposable so the thought of having to look after one for months if not years is a bit daunting. No longer leaving them in hotel rooms for poor cleaners to dispose of( horrid thought-what if they dont dispose of them-yuk!!!! Someone could be using my old toothbrush right now!!!!) or buying new ones when I do grocery shopping-just because I like the colour!
No,buying an electric toothbrush is a commitment.Its taking a stand and saying,I will be responsible and look after this toothbrush through good times and bad,in plaque and tooth decay forever and ever as long as we both shall brush!
I actually felt really grown up paying for my brush,I felt as if the counter lady looked at me as more of a serious customer than she would at say me last month buying a pink and silver disposable brush with glitter bristles(that was a classic that found itself all alone in a hotel room in Sydey-hope a good person found him and took him sight seeing-maybe they giving him a better life than I ever could!)
So it was with my shoulders back I walked home to charge my brush.The symbolism of my purchase obvious only to me. I even bought new toothpaste for the occasion.No good having old paste for a new brush,its like wearing a new fitout over old grey knickers with broken elastic-just not right!!!!
It took me ages to open the box,the plastic so thick I had to use the kitchen scissors to pry my purchase from its clinging clutches,not like the cheap brushes that are in a cardboard casing.
Finally its free and Im desperate to use it straight away but I plug it in to charge.
I brush my teeth for the last time with my old brush before going to bed,knowing that in the morning I get to use my new super sonic one.
I go to sleep with it charging next to my bed-very ominous!
Finally the day breaks and I hop up to clean to my teeth.
iIput the new toothpaste on and take a long look at myself in the mirror.This is it,Im all grown up. On I push it.................and nothing! NOTHING!!!! there is no glimmer of life,just a dead piece of plastic in my hand with a round head of bristles.
The tears in my eyes are real!
Maybe this is the universes way of telling me Im not grown up enough yet for this symbol of womenhood.
No Im destined to be a disposable brush girl.
The electric toothbrush now sits on my desk staring at me and gathering dust a constant reminder of my not readiness to be a grown-up!!!!!
This all got me thinking about what an about turn I've made in my life.
2 years ago I was all for buying things for my "home",need we forget the joy I felt at finding my favourite knives and forks at Mr P home one fine Saturday morning. Those knives and forks single handedly created a vision in my head of a Lunch at my "house" in the summer with all my friends and their families(in my vision they all have kids!) running around,theres a large table set up in the garden with what look like grannies bed sheets as a table cloth,Im sure they not actually sheets,bet its some fab vintage tablecloth Im still going to find, and there are mismatched vases of flowers picked from my garden. On this table are the knives and forks and they are just perfect!
There were also blue drinking glasses.Dark ocean blue. I searched for these glasses for years,I still have not found them,but I will.
I get sidetracked.
So while walking around the household appliance department I realised that Im very far from the table in the garden. Im more of solitary knife with no fork to tie my future together with.
But this does not get me down,instead I find myself purchasing an electric toothbrush.
This is my first electric toothbrush ever.
Why has it taken me so long to buy one you may wonder,well toothbrushes(much like the rest of my life) are disposable so the thought of having to look after one for months if not years is a bit daunting. No longer leaving them in hotel rooms for poor cleaners to dispose of( horrid thought-what if they dont dispose of them-yuk!!!! Someone could be using my old toothbrush right now!!!!) or buying new ones when I do grocery shopping-just because I like the colour!
No,buying an electric toothbrush is a commitment.Its taking a stand and saying,I will be responsible and look after this toothbrush through good times and bad,in plaque and tooth decay forever and ever as long as we both shall brush!
I actually felt really grown up paying for my brush,I felt as if the counter lady looked at me as more of a serious customer than she would at say me last month buying a pink and silver disposable brush with glitter bristles(that was a classic that found itself all alone in a hotel room in Sydey-hope a good person found him and took him sight seeing-maybe they giving him a better life than I ever could!)
So it was with my shoulders back I walked home to charge my brush.The symbolism of my purchase obvious only to me. I even bought new toothpaste for the occasion.No good having old paste for a new brush,its like wearing a new fitout over old grey knickers with broken elastic-just not right!!!!
It took me ages to open the box,the plastic so thick I had to use the kitchen scissors to pry my purchase from its clinging clutches,not like the cheap brushes that are in a cardboard casing.
Finally its free and Im desperate to use it straight away but I plug it in to charge.
I brush my teeth for the last time with my old brush before going to bed,knowing that in the morning I get to use my new super sonic one.
I go to sleep with it charging next to my bed-very ominous!
Finally the day breaks and I hop up to clean to my teeth.
iIput the new toothpaste on and take a long look at myself in the mirror.This is it,Im all grown up. On I push it.................and nothing! NOTHING!!!! there is no glimmer of life,just a dead piece of plastic in my hand with a round head of bristles.
The tears in my eyes are real!
Maybe this is the universes way of telling me Im not grown up enough yet for this symbol of womenhood.
No Im destined to be a disposable brush girl.
The electric toothbrush now sits on my desk staring at me and gathering dust a constant reminder of my not readiness to be a grown-up!!!!!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I have spent the day driving from one side of Dubai to the other looking for a new apartment and I have found my new home. A lovely little apartment at Al Barsha.Actually cant wait to get out of this shitty White Building.Things are falling to pieces,including me!!!!!
Have some sort of tummy bug. Whenever I eat my tummy gets sore.you would think I would just stop eating,but noooooo,I carry on!!!!
I better move soon or I wont actually fit out the door!!!!!
Have some sort of tummy bug. Whenever I eat my tummy gets sore.you would think I would just stop eating,but noooooo,I carry on!!!!
I better move soon or I wont actually fit out the door!!!!!
Monday, April 13, 2009
What to do....What to do????
We have to move!!!!Thats right the lease for my building is not being renewed and that therefore put me out on my arse! I have 6 weeks to get my mounds of shit into boxes and get out of here. And where to you ask? Well I have the option of moving to a complew near the Mall of the Emirates-miles away from here,or to an apartment in Sharjha-the neighbouring emirate-also fuk off far!
That of course is not the only issue,we live in a three bedroom apartment and we want to stay together but of course there are more two bedroom ones avaliable.So now who stays together who moves apart!
Oh for shits sake,I just want to work for 6 more months and go home-does it have to be this hard!
I dont mind moving,but I do mind packing and transporting and re-packing!!!! AAGGGHHH!!!!
I want to resign just thinking about it!!!!
And top of that I have a flight in the morning my alarm is going off at 04:30 and its 23:00 now!
I should be sleeping!
We have to move!!!!Thats right the lease for my building is not being renewed and that therefore put me out on my arse! I have 6 weeks to get my mounds of shit into boxes and get out of here. And where to you ask? Well I have the option of moving to a complew near the Mall of the Emirates-miles away from here,or to an apartment in Sharjha-the neighbouring emirate-also fuk off far!
That of course is not the only issue,we live in a three bedroom apartment and we want to stay together but of course there are more two bedroom ones avaliable.So now who stays together who moves apart!
Oh for shits sake,I just want to work for 6 more months and go home-does it have to be this hard!
I dont mind moving,but I do mind packing and transporting and re-packing!!!! AAGGGHHH!!!!
I want to resign just thinking about it!!!!
And top of that I have a flight in the morning my alarm is going off at 04:30 and its 23:00 now!
I should be sleeping!
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Oh Wow!!!
The reason I have been so scarce is that when opening this page in Dubai,it comes up in Arabic,and although I have lived in this country for a year I do not read or speak or understand any of it! But this evening as my desire to put my thoughts onto "paper" grew from an urge to a neccesatity I played around and figured it out myself! I've been figuring alot out on my own lately.Just yesterday I managed to connect my new printer,upload the software and load the ink.All Alone. Very proud of myself.
Last night I did a turnaround flight to Kartoum.Its my first turnaround in AGES,I usually do long trips so it was quiet a novelty to me.I was so nice to all the passengers,chatty and jokey and soooooooo helpful.I really gave myself a mental high five.Then on the way back while Im doing the service,Im pushing the bar along giving out luke warm plastic cups of orange juice and swollen cans of beer when suddenly there is a tap on my shoulder.I turn aaround and find myself face to face with an Indian man. He promptly begins to tell me his woes of ringing the call bell for 20 minutes.20 minutes I say????? Well if thats true you pressed it 2 minutes before I even got to your seat with the bar and since when I was there and all you asked for was a beer(which I gave u) why didnt you ask me for what you wanted?
What does he want? Hisd meal tray.You see this charming man has decided that when Anna came past with the meal cart he wasn't ready for his meal.No,what he wanted was a pre dinner drink-a beer.Which she gave him and carried on.When I got to him with the bar he asked me for another beer-which I gave him. And I carried on,you know giving the rest of the 200 people on board their drinks. So now Mr.Indian decides that he is now ready for his meal and begins pushing the call bell.Which no-one even hears as we all busy doin the service. So when I ask him what it is he wants and he tell me his meal and I ask him to please let me finish this then I will get to him.I only have 3 more rows to go after all.He takes it apoun himself at this point to start shouting at me! "Sir theres no need to shout I say"
"Im NOT SHOUTING" he says. Oh really,so why is your voice so loud and your eyes are all big and wild???? Is that just the way you look ? shame!
My poor senior on board had to come and diffuse the situation as I was getting really upset and I looked as if I was about to hit him,which maybe I was.
If you want the dine on demand service pay the extra money and fly first class,but if you going to fly in economy please understand that it isnt about you,its about serving 200 people,400 on bigger planes.
Now the thing is,do you think its the best idea to piss off the people who are in charge of your safety on board this flying piece of metal?If,God forbid something should happen,I am ultimately in charge of your safety.I am the one who has to open the doors and direct you out(far more responsible than it sounds)I have to administer CPR,I have to erect the satelite transmiter,I have to operate the reverse osmosis pump and provide the masses with water.
Believe me I am one of the few people you dont want to piss off on a plane!
Just sit down and shut-up!
The reason I have been so scarce is that when opening this page in Dubai,it comes up in Arabic,and although I have lived in this country for a year I do not read or speak or understand any of it! But this evening as my desire to put my thoughts onto "paper" grew from an urge to a neccesatity I played around and figured it out myself! I've been figuring alot out on my own lately.Just yesterday I managed to connect my new printer,upload the software and load the ink.All Alone. Very proud of myself.
Last night I did a turnaround flight to Kartoum.Its my first turnaround in AGES,I usually do long trips so it was quiet a novelty to me.I was so nice to all the passengers,chatty and jokey and soooooooo helpful.I really gave myself a mental high five.Then on the way back while Im doing the service,Im pushing the bar along giving out luke warm plastic cups of orange juice and swollen cans of beer when suddenly there is a tap on my shoulder.I turn aaround and find myself face to face with an Indian man. He promptly begins to tell me his woes of ringing the call bell for 20 minutes.20 minutes I say????? Well if thats true you pressed it 2 minutes before I even got to your seat with the bar and since when I was there and all you asked for was a beer(which I gave u) why didnt you ask me for what you wanted?
What does he want? Hisd meal tray.You see this charming man has decided that when Anna came past with the meal cart he wasn't ready for his meal.No,what he wanted was a pre dinner drink-a beer.Which she gave him and carried on.When I got to him with the bar he asked me for another beer-which I gave him. And I carried on,you know giving the rest of the 200 people on board their drinks. So now Mr.Indian decides that he is now ready for his meal and begins pushing the call bell.Which no-one even hears as we all busy doin the service. So when I ask him what it is he wants and he tell me his meal and I ask him to please let me finish this then I will get to him.I only have 3 more rows to go after all.He takes it apoun himself at this point to start shouting at me! "Sir theres no need to shout I say"
"Im NOT SHOUTING" he says. Oh really,so why is your voice so loud and your eyes are all big and wild???? Is that just the way you look ? shame!
My poor senior on board had to come and diffuse the situation as I was getting really upset and I looked as if I was about to hit him,which maybe I was.
If you want the dine on demand service pay the extra money and fly first class,but if you going to fly in economy please understand that it isnt about you,its about serving 200 people,400 on bigger planes.
Now the thing is,do you think its the best idea to piss off the people who are in charge of your safety on board this flying piece of metal?If,God forbid something should happen,I am ultimately in charge of your safety.I am the one who has to open the doors and direct you out(far more responsible than it sounds)I have to administer CPR,I have to erect the satelite transmiter,I have to operate the reverse osmosis pump and provide the masses with water.
Believe me I am one of the few people you dont want to piss off on a plane!
Just sit down and shut-up!
Friday, February 20, 2009
27 years pickeled,pulled down, praised and proud!!!!
27!
Its an age that for years seemed so far in my future it didnt even warrant thinking about.I thought about 30 more than 27 which it quiet silly since you cant get to 30 without 27.
So here I sit in a hotel room in Singapore with a glass of wine and nothing but myself and my thoughts,and there are plenty of thoughts.
I've decided not to go out tonight,Im very tired but also I really want to celebrate with someone very special to me-me.
Who is Kate Schroeter?
She is a daughter and grandchild,a neice and a cousin.A sister a friend. Someone to love and someone to be wary of.
I have swam naked in the ocean and clothed in a pool.I have jumped over the Joan harrison pool wall in the middle of the night and skinny dipped with friends.I have lied to my mother.I have helped a stranger.I can listen.When Im alone I play music very loud and dance.I sing too!
I cry for things that happened ages ago because I remember so clearly how they made me feel.
I walk on the beach alone and close my eyes and say thank you for the day.
I love snack platters,I can eat all the cheesy poefs and mini quiches. I have an unhealthy obsession with sundried tomatoes.
I have lied to get what I want. I have used someone's weakness against them.I have been there for someone unconditionally.I've planned a wedding in my head. I have had my heart broken more than twice.I have allowed someone to treat me badly and not left.
I have gone to weddings and danced at others joy.I have gone to funerals and been overwhealmed by the finality of it all. I remember my 4th birthday party with my house cake made of biscuits.
I have acted in a play in a theatre.I have marched in a drummie squad.I have done hurdels and butterfly race.I have stolen sweets from a tuckshop.I have taken sides in a fight just so that the mob wouldn't turn on me next.I have gone to discos in garages and kissed a boy to Bon Jovi songs. I have bought coloured jeans and chealsea boots because everyone else did. I have sailed in a regatta. I have built forts in a veld and played princcesses and fairys. I have wished to grow up and be older.I have pretended to be something Im not to get people to like me. I have caused people to pretend to be something they're not to get me to like them.
I have taken part in a fashion show.I have entered a modelling contest and won.I have gone to parties that were to old for me.I have got drunk at 15 and kissed a boy in a pool. I have peirced my belly button and dyed my hair.I have chosen a boy over my friend.I have chosen a friend over a boy. I have had sex for the first time and remebered it. I have stood on a hill in the transkei and been awed by the sheer mass of the world.I have walked in mud and let it squish between my toes.I have been a secretary and a boss.I have spent a day around the pool with my best friends laughing.I have lived with a friend.I have shared my life with a man,every dream and fear. I have put someone before myself.I have lied to my parents.I have sometimes kept quiet when I should stand up and shout how I feel.I have been thin and fat and was shocked to discover which one Im happier being. I have faith in people.I want someone to be the best version of themselves.I have been tattooed.I have run on the beach in the rain. I keep old e-mails from lovers I once thought would last forever.
Sometimes I want to have children sometimes I dont. I have travelled all over the world.I have met famous people and street people.I have eaten in 5 star restaurants and over a campfire. I have made some amazing friends and try to look after them.I sometimes drop the ball,but thankfully they dont drop me. I have been a vegetarian and I have worn fur. I have fallen in love with the wrong man and even though its over still love him,and wont be sorry for it.Im proud im capable of such feelings.
I love Christmas and tradition.I love the farm in the Drakensburg.I love so many people and I dont tell them enough.I love you.
And so as I let my memories of the last 27years flow out of me and I realise that I am a work in progress.I am not yet done.I will continue to try new things and do things that scare me.I will continue to grow and share.I will try not let the heartaches and breaks ruin me,I will embrace all situations and learn what I can from them. I will not tell myself to always be strong,I will allow myself to cry and scream,to laugh and to sing.
I will allow myself to be me!
Thank you to all of you who help me to do that!!!!
I am Kate Schroeter
Its an age that for years seemed so far in my future it didnt even warrant thinking about.I thought about 30 more than 27 which it quiet silly since you cant get to 30 without 27.
So here I sit in a hotel room in Singapore with a glass of wine and nothing but myself and my thoughts,and there are plenty of thoughts.
I've decided not to go out tonight,Im very tired but also I really want to celebrate with someone very special to me-me.
Who is Kate Schroeter?
She is a daughter and grandchild,a neice and a cousin.A sister a friend. Someone to love and someone to be wary of.
I have swam naked in the ocean and clothed in a pool.I have jumped over the Joan harrison pool wall in the middle of the night and skinny dipped with friends.I have lied to my mother.I have helped a stranger.I can listen.When Im alone I play music very loud and dance.I sing too!
I cry for things that happened ages ago because I remember so clearly how they made me feel.
I walk on the beach alone and close my eyes and say thank you for the day.
I love snack platters,I can eat all the cheesy poefs and mini quiches. I have an unhealthy obsession with sundried tomatoes.
I have lied to get what I want. I have used someone's weakness against them.I have been there for someone unconditionally.I've planned a wedding in my head. I have had my heart broken more than twice.I have allowed someone to treat me badly and not left.
I have gone to weddings and danced at others joy.I have gone to funerals and been overwhealmed by the finality of it all. I remember my 4th birthday party with my house cake made of biscuits.
I have acted in a play in a theatre.I have marched in a drummie squad.I have done hurdels and butterfly race.I have stolen sweets from a tuckshop.I have taken sides in a fight just so that the mob wouldn't turn on me next.I have gone to discos in garages and kissed a boy to Bon Jovi songs. I have bought coloured jeans and chealsea boots because everyone else did. I have sailed in a regatta. I have built forts in a veld and played princcesses and fairys. I have wished to grow up and be older.I have pretended to be something Im not to get people to like me. I have caused people to pretend to be something they're not to get me to like them.
I have taken part in a fashion show.I have entered a modelling contest and won.I have gone to parties that were to old for me.I have got drunk at 15 and kissed a boy in a pool. I have peirced my belly button and dyed my hair.I have chosen a boy over my friend.I have chosen a friend over a boy. I have had sex for the first time and remebered it. I have stood on a hill in the transkei and been awed by the sheer mass of the world.I have walked in mud and let it squish between my toes.I have been a secretary and a boss.I have spent a day around the pool with my best friends laughing.I have lived with a friend.I have shared my life with a man,every dream and fear. I have put someone before myself.I have lied to my parents.I have sometimes kept quiet when I should stand up and shout how I feel.I have been thin and fat and was shocked to discover which one Im happier being. I have faith in people.I want someone to be the best version of themselves.I have been tattooed.I have run on the beach in the rain. I keep old e-mails from lovers I once thought would last forever.
Sometimes I want to have children sometimes I dont. I have travelled all over the world.I have met famous people and street people.I have eaten in 5 star restaurants and over a campfire. I have made some amazing friends and try to look after them.I sometimes drop the ball,but thankfully they dont drop me. I have been a vegetarian and I have worn fur. I have fallen in love with the wrong man and even though its over still love him,and wont be sorry for it.Im proud im capable of such feelings.
I love Christmas and tradition.I love the farm in the Drakensburg.I love so many people and I dont tell them enough.I love you.
And so as I let my memories of the last 27years flow out of me and I realise that I am a work in progress.I am not yet done.I will continue to try new things and do things that scare me.I will continue to grow and share.I will try not let the heartaches and breaks ruin me,I will embrace all situations and learn what I can from them. I will not tell myself to always be strong,I will allow myself to cry and scream,to laugh and to sing.
I will allow myself to be me!
Thank you to all of you who help me to do that!!!!
I am Kate Schroeter
Friday, February 13, 2009
Passenger drive me mad!!!!
The thought of getting on a flight to Toronto was sending me into mild hysteria! Its 14hrs with 250 people!But I couldnt swop it so I had to go.
To say it was a demanding flight is a hideous understatment.Lets start with the family from Burma who cant speak any,I repeat ANY english and ar travelling with their 8 children all of them on a plane for the first time.Try serving them a meal or trying to find out if they want anything to drink,they cant even say water. Then try getting them to use the toilet and flush-near impossible.Not to mention the mess they made,I've never seen such a filthy plane.Food,papers,old socks you name it,it was beneath their seats!
Then the family with 2 sick children.Before we've even taken off I see the son throwing up into the sick bag.Why would you fly when you ill?especially 14hrs,what if you get worse? Do passengers actually think that we have an entire hospital on board?That Im qualified to identify your symptoms and perscribe you the correct medication? That would make me a doctor and in that case do you think I would choose the glamarous job of an air steward????
Now my favourite family on the flight,the one with 2 sick children.Not only sick but severely sick.Both children vomitting and shitting everywhere.And yes everywhere means in the aisle of the plane. Now as previously mentioned Im no doctor but even I know that a stomach bug is catchy.If even tiny particles of poo get on your hands and you touch your food or mouth that you can get it.So it was really fun having to clean up runny baby poo at 39 000 feet!
So besides the sick passengers what about the rude demanding ones.
Doing a meal service and the options are chicken or beef but I've run out of beef so you only left with chicken.
On the menu it says we cant guarantee your meal choice but still you've never seen people get so angry.I just look at them and think you idiot! Do you realise that you are miles above the ground in a metal bullet flying through the air?That the fact that we will get you safely from A to B.That there are a hundred things I have to concentrate on to ensure the smooth running of the flight?
Im keeping and eye on the guy in the back who is drinking to much and is shouting for a ciggie? Do you realise that if he smoked in the bathroom and and the thousands of tissues in the waste bin catch on fire and we dont get to that fire in time we could crash?We have only 90secconds to put a fire out before its out of control.
Now does having to eat the beef sound so bad? And come on,it all tastes the same!!!!
What about the passenger who pushes the call bell a hundred times.You do realise that we are doing a million things in the back? And that yes,even I need to sit and eat at some point.If I dont eat and Im weak and something happens on board and I dont have the strength to do CPR on you or open the door in an emergency who you going to turn to? Are you trained to do that?
So when I drop everything and come to your call bell and you ask me for a glass of water or worse yet a cup of tea,you can be rest assured that the smile on my face is fake!
Get up and come to the back and ask for it yourself! Its good for you to walk around and it really makes the crew feel better and then they'll be so nice to you.
And my personal mission is to teach people to bring their own water onto the plane.You can buy it from duty free! That way you have water with you at all times and you dont have to ring for it!
It makes sense,I would never travel without water!
So straight after take off I handed out customs cards for Canada.13 hours later while we rushing around doing the thousand things that need to be done just before landing and you ring the call bell and I dont come,and you have to come to the back and get angry with me that Im not answering your call and then ask me for a customs form Im going to get mad! You've had 13 hours to realsie that you've lost yours,13 hours!But you wait for 5 minutes before touch down!
You drive me mad!!!!!!
We about to land everyone is sitting,including the crew.We've come around and collected all your blankets and headsets,we've told you to put your seat up,seatbelt on and window blind up.Only an idiot would not know we about to land. So why.Why oh why oh why do you stand up and try and go to the toilet?
Everyone is sitting down,the crew are in the jumpseats! SIT DOWN!!!!!!
Then we land and the captain says please remain in your seat till the plane has come to a COMPLETE stop.Theres no rush,you cant get out of the plane till we open the doors,theres no where for you to go!
SIT DOWN!!!!
Ah yes girls,this is the glamarous life I lead!!!!
To say it was a demanding flight is a hideous understatment.Lets start with the family from Burma who cant speak any,I repeat ANY english and ar travelling with their 8 children all of them on a plane for the first time.Try serving them a meal or trying to find out if they want anything to drink,they cant even say water. Then try getting them to use the toilet and flush-near impossible.Not to mention the mess they made,I've never seen such a filthy plane.Food,papers,old socks you name it,it was beneath their seats!
Then the family with 2 sick children.Before we've even taken off I see the son throwing up into the sick bag.Why would you fly when you ill?especially 14hrs,what if you get worse? Do passengers actually think that we have an entire hospital on board?That Im qualified to identify your symptoms and perscribe you the correct medication? That would make me a doctor and in that case do you think I would choose the glamarous job of an air steward????
Now my favourite family on the flight,the one with 2 sick children.Not only sick but severely sick.Both children vomitting and shitting everywhere.And yes everywhere means in the aisle of the plane. Now as previously mentioned Im no doctor but even I know that a stomach bug is catchy.If even tiny particles of poo get on your hands and you touch your food or mouth that you can get it.So it was really fun having to clean up runny baby poo at 39 000 feet!
So besides the sick passengers what about the rude demanding ones.
Doing a meal service and the options are chicken or beef but I've run out of beef so you only left with chicken.
On the menu it says we cant guarantee your meal choice but still you've never seen people get so angry.I just look at them and think you idiot! Do you realise that you are miles above the ground in a metal bullet flying through the air?That the fact that we will get you safely from A to B.That there are a hundred things I have to concentrate on to ensure the smooth running of the flight?
Im keeping and eye on the guy in the back who is drinking to much and is shouting for a ciggie? Do you realise that if he smoked in the bathroom and and the thousands of tissues in the waste bin catch on fire and we dont get to that fire in time we could crash?We have only 90secconds to put a fire out before its out of control.
Now does having to eat the beef sound so bad? And come on,it all tastes the same!!!!
What about the passenger who pushes the call bell a hundred times.You do realise that we are doing a million things in the back? And that yes,even I need to sit and eat at some point.If I dont eat and Im weak and something happens on board and I dont have the strength to do CPR on you or open the door in an emergency who you going to turn to? Are you trained to do that?
So when I drop everything and come to your call bell and you ask me for a glass of water or worse yet a cup of tea,you can be rest assured that the smile on my face is fake!
Get up and come to the back and ask for it yourself! Its good for you to walk around and it really makes the crew feel better and then they'll be so nice to you.
And my personal mission is to teach people to bring their own water onto the plane.You can buy it from duty free! That way you have water with you at all times and you dont have to ring for it!
It makes sense,I would never travel without water!
So straight after take off I handed out customs cards for Canada.13 hours later while we rushing around doing the thousand things that need to be done just before landing and you ring the call bell and I dont come,and you have to come to the back and get angry with me that Im not answering your call and then ask me for a customs form Im going to get mad! You've had 13 hours to realsie that you've lost yours,13 hours!But you wait for 5 minutes before touch down!
You drive me mad!!!!!!
We about to land everyone is sitting,including the crew.We've come around and collected all your blankets and headsets,we've told you to put your seat up,seatbelt on and window blind up.Only an idiot would not know we about to land. So why.Why oh why oh why do you stand up and try and go to the toilet?
Everyone is sitting down,the crew are in the jumpseats! SIT DOWN!!!!!!
Then we land and the captain says please remain in your seat till the plane has come to a COMPLETE stop.Theres no rush,you cant get out of the plane till we open the doors,theres no where for you to go!
SIT DOWN!!!!
Ah yes girls,this is the glamarous life I lead!!!!
Friday, January 30, 2009
Hanging
Oh what a day!!!
A quick flight to Bahrain turned into a nightmare. FOG!
The whole of Dubai was covered in it.It took us an hour to take off then we were stuck on ground in Bahrain for 4.5hrs.A plane load of passengers all pusshing their call bells asking whats goin on,what time we leaving,have we missed our connecting flights? HOW WOULD I KNOW!!!!!!
Why do all passengers think that I know all the goings on of the entire company? I am but a minion,a simple air hostess, a trolley dolly!
Stupid stupid people.
Finally we took off and we headed back to Dubai. I was meant to be home by6am but instead only got home at 12!!!! What a long day.
Got home and had a sleep woke up and found a small gathering of people in my lounge.So of course I joined in and before I know it Im standing in front of the TV singing classics from the 90's at the top of my voice. Breakfast at Tiffanys, Mmmm Bop and Bon Jovi! Ran out of soda but didnt seem to fazed by this and instead drank neat whiskey.Needless to say the hangover I have today is not to be laughed at.Only woke up at 16:30 and we made breakfast.Im flying tonight.
A hideous turnaround to Male.The beautiful islands of Maldives,but what a shitty flight especially to do when hungover!
A quick flight to Bahrain turned into a nightmare. FOG!
The whole of Dubai was covered in it.It took us an hour to take off then we were stuck on ground in Bahrain for 4.5hrs.A plane load of passengers all pusshing their call bells asking whats goin on,what time we leaving,have we missed our connecting flights? HOW WOULD I KNOW!!!!!!
Why do all passengers think that I know all the goings on of the entire company? I am but a minion,a simple air hostess, a trolley dolly!
Stupid stupid people.
Finally we took off and we headed back to Dubai. I was meant to be home by6am but instead only got home at 12!!!! What a long day.
Got home and had a sleep woke up and found a small gathering of people in my lounge.So of course I joined in and before I know it Im standing in front of the TV singing classics from the 90's at the top of my voice. Breakfast at Tiffanys, Mmmm Bop and Bon Jovi! Ran out of soda but didnt seem to fazed by this and instead drank neat whiskey.Needless to say the hangover I have today is not to be laughed at.Only woke up at 16:30 and we made breakfast.Im flying tonight.
A hideous turnaround to Male.The beautiful islands of Maldives,but what a shitty flight especially to do when hungover!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
LONDON- December back post
(From the prehistoric hand written diary I was keeping)
Instead os sleeping as origianally planned when I arrived at the hotel I recieved a call from Lisa,apparently Miss P has decided that she does want a short skimpy outfit for her bacholrette party afterall!!!! This after I've been runninga round the Mall of the Emirates yesterday searching for something and finally finding something cute and sexy but not too short!
Ao at this point I have been awake for 28hrs and counting! Im now on the tube goin to meet Lisa and we going to look at Ann Summers for the shortest tackiest fitout I can find.
Miss P needs to learn a lesson I feel!! YOU CANT BE IN CONTROL OF EVERYTHING! ( somehow dont think she would believe us if we told her that tho!)
I will spare no expense in teaching her, her lesson!!!!
I am meeting Lol,Cands and Foxy for Dinner this evening in Hammersmith-miles away from my hotel.Thought I was goin to Heathrow,but turns out im in Gatwick!!!!!
In a bid to stop overpacking I now plan my fitouts. For dinner tonight I have decided on my dark soviets,a mans white shirts,my black trench with leopard lining and my black boots!
Great-so thats all I pack. And my PJ's and hair straightner of course!
So I get dressed and I realise with horror that another of my body parts have been affected by my rapid weight gain.
My left foot! I cant figure it out,my foot isn't visibly larger than the other.The fat must be well dispersed in equal measures all over my foot.
I tug and I pull but no! And because Im so strict in my packing I have no other shoes!
And I will NOT resort to wearing my cabin shoes again(Last time I was in London,I called Tarryn the night before and she told me it was hot,so I packed open shoes-and only open shoes so I had to resort to wearing my cabin shoes. There I am trevelling the Picadilly line wearing my denim and black fitout with my flat,brown greencross looking cabin shoes-Oh the horror!!!)
So after what seems like hours(2.5 minutes!)of pulling at my boots I check the bottom-even as Im doing so I already know- the one is a size smaller thatn the other!
How u ask.Well obviously my mother and I have the same boots and obviously hers are a size smaller than mine and obviously when I packed my boots I took one of mine and one of hers. I mean OBVIOUSLY!!!
So I'm on the train looking mighty fabulous and feeling very independant and worldly catching the train alone and riding into London.Secretly smiling to myself and giving myself a huge high 5 at how fab my life is all the while my left foor is slowly losing feeling and Im not sure I'll be able to standwhen the train finally arrives at Vicoria Central Station.
When I try to stand and instead fall over is it better to pretend to be a drunk or bi-polar instead of stupid blonde girl wearing a boot a size to small for her!!!!
Recieve text from Lis:
Where about R U?
Want to reply:
halfway between Deep Vein Thrombosis and a Coma
Actual reply:
East Croydon.
Am totally exhilarated by London,its so alive(will not moan about lack of sleep!)
Will get 3 hrs tonight and will sleep in Dubai rather.
Its cold here(10 points!-love cold!)its vibey in a everyone has a differant story sort of way.
Oh shit,have just realised am only meeting girls in 6 hours-What will I do till then??
May need to go watch a movie and catch up on some sleep- now Im thinking!!!!
Instead os sleeping as origianally planned when I arrived at the hotel I recieved a call from Lisa,apparently Miss P has decided that she does want a short skimpy outfit for her bacholrette party afterall!!!! This after I've been runninga round the Mall of the Emirates yesterday searching for something and finally finding something cute and sexy but not too short!
Ao at this point I have been awake for 28hrs and counting! Im now on the tube goin to meet Lisa and we going to look at Ann Summers for the shortest tackiest fitout I can find.
Miss P needs to learn a lesson I feel!! YOU CANT BE IN CONTROL OF EVERYTHING! ( somehow dont think she would believe us if we told her that tho!)
I will spare no expense in teaching her, her lesson!!!!
I am meeting Lol,Cands and Foxy for Dinner this evening in Hammersmith-miles away from my hotel.Thought I was goin to Heathrow,but turns out im in Gatwick!!!!!
In a bid to stop overpacking I now plan my fitouts. For dinner tonight I have decided on my dark soviets,a mans white shirts,my black trench with leopard lining and my black boots!
Great-so thats all I pack. And my PJ's and hair straightner of course!
So I get dressed and I realise with horror that another of my body parts have been affected by my rapid weight gain.
My left foot! I cant figure it out,my foot isn't visibly larger than the other.The fat must be well dispersed in equal measures all over my foot.
I tug and I pull but no! And because Im so strict in my packing I have no other shoes!
And I will NOT resort to wearing my cabin shoes again(Last time I was in London,I called Tarryn the night before and she told me it was hot,so I packed open shoes-and only open shoes so I had to resort to wearing my cabin shoes. There I am trevelling the Picadilly line wearing my denim and black fitout with my flat,brown greencross looking cabin shoes-Oh the horror!!!)
So after what seems like hours(2.5 minutes!)of pulling at my boots I check the bottom-even as Im doing so I already know- the one is a size smaller thatn the other!
How u ask.Well obviously my mother and I have the same boots and obviously hers are a size smaller than mine and obviously when I packed my boots I took one of mine and one of hers. I mean OBVIOUSLY!!!
So I'm on the train looking mighty fabulous and feeling very independant and worldly catching the train alone and riding into London.Secretly smiling to myself and giving myself a huge high 5 at how fab my life is all the while my left foor is slowly losing feeling and Im not sure I'll be able to standwhen the train finally arrives at Vicoria Central Station.
When I try to stand and instead fall over is it better to pretend to be a drunk or bi-polar instead of stupid blonde girl wearing a boot a size to small for her!!!!
Recieve text from Lis:
Where about R U?
Want to reply:
halfway between Deep Vein Thrombosis and a Coma
Actual reply:
East Croydon.
Am totally exhilarated by London,its so alive(will not moan about lack of sleep!)
Will get 3 hrs tonight and will sleep in Dubai rather.
Its cold here(10 points!-love cold!)its vibey in a everyone has a differant story sort of way.
Oh shit,have just realised am only meeting girls in 6 hours-What will I do till then??
May need to go watch a movie and catch up on some sleep- now Im thinking!!!!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Houston
I've woken up in my hotel room in Houston,its cold(damn air-con) and dark outside.Im so happy tucked up in my bed.Its 6am I should try sleep more but the remote is calling me.
My favourite thing about Houston is the TV,ridiculous but true. The other night Friends,CSI- Las Vegas and Greys were all on at the same time! All my favourites,deciding which one to watch was the most difficult decision I've had to make in ages. Easy life I have!
I went shopping yesterday, to a mall The Galleria.Had to catch a bus to get there.A bus???
Of course we find the only crazy on the bus.Some weird guy with a red face and ginger hair,wearing double denim-you can just imagine it! HE felt the need to give us a running commentry of the trip.On the left is where his aunt used to live,on the right is a Wendys he ate at,you know all the useful infomation that I was just dying to know!!
Finally got off the bus and lost him and then its straight to the food court.We were all hungry so we needed to find food.The portion sizes in the states are not to be laughed at.Burgers the size of dinner plates and litre milkshakes.I setteled for a salad.
I found a shop on the ground floor filled with tacky things,I spent over an hour goin throught the rails finally deciding on an animal print dress with a sequin band around the boobs,a stunning black jersery and a rollong stones two tone t-shirt(my fav!) and of course a selection of cheap costume jewellery.
All I want to do is go back to my hotel room but we've agreed to meet at 2pm to go together.So I walk around a bit more and find SAKS.Ah I love touching designer clothing.I found a D&G skirt suit that I just hold against me for 15 minutes.PRADA and CHANEL have fab collections and I just walk around touching them.I found a full fur coat.How do I feel about fur?
I love the way it feels on my skin but it is in fact a dead animal.Is it ok,cos its dead already and someone has to wear it? Truth be told though,when I see someone in fur I get mad.
Im like How dare you!!!!
Guess Im against fur.Except vintage.Thats my loophole!Fur from 40years ago is fine,those animals would have died by now anyway and there were more animals back then.
So finally get on the bus and its back to the hotel.Its the end of the school day so there are many high school students on board.They scare me.I 've watched to many movies.I keep my eyes downcast,what if I make eye contact and they attack me! silly.
Walking from the bus stop to my hotel I see a hotdog stand.
Im so overcome with excitment! An actual hotdog stand,its so America.I get one with ketchup and tomatoe and onion.It was ok,but I was hoping for cooked relish that would soak into the roll and go all soggy,like the hotdogs from the Windmill in East London.Ooohhh,I want one now!!!!
Think its time to order breakfast.
Im think pancakes.
When in Rome and all!!!!
My favourite thing about Houston is the TV,ridiculous but true. The other night Friends,CSI- Las Vegas and Greys were all on at the same time! All my favourites,deciding which one to watch was the most difficult decision I've had to make in ages. Easy life I have!
I went shopping yesterday, to a mall The Galleria.Had to catch a bus to get there.A bus???
Of course we find the only crazy on the bus.Some weird guy with a red face and ginger hair,wearing double denim-you can just imagine it! HE felt the need to give us a running commentry of the trip.On the left is where his aunt used to live,on the right is a Wendys he ate at,you know all the useful infomation that I was just dying to know!!
Finally got off the bus and lost him and then its straight to the food court.We were all hungry so we needed to find food.The portion sizes in the states are not to be laughed at.Burgers the size of dinner plates and litre milkshakes.I setteled for a salad.
I found a shop on the ground floor filled with tacky things,I spent over an hour goin throught the rails finally deciding on an animal print dress with a sequin band around the boobs,a stunning black jersery and a rollong stones two tone t-shirt(my fav!) and of course a selection of cheap costume jewellery.
All I want to do is go back to my hotel room but we've agreed to meet at 2pm to go together.So I walk around a bit more and find SAKS.Ah I love touching designer clothing.I found a D&G skirt suit that I just hold against me for 15 minutes.PRADA and CHANEL have fab collections and I just walk around touching them.I found a full fur coat.How do I feel about fur?
I love the way it feels on my skin but it is in fact a dead animal.Is it ok,cos its dead already and someone has to wear it? Truth be told though,when I see someone in fur I get mad.
Im like How dare you!!!!
Guess Im against fur.Except vintage.Thats my loophole!Fur from 40years ago is fine,those animals would have died by now anyway and there were more animals back then.
So finally get on the bus and its back to the hotel.Its the end of the school day so there are many high school students on board.They scare me.I 've watched to many movies.I keep my eyes downcast,what if I make eye contact and they attack me! silly.
Walking from the bus stop to my hotel I see a hotdog stand.
Im so overcome with excitment! An actual hotdog stand,its so America.I get one with ketchup and tomatoe and onion.It was ok,but I was hoping for cooked relish that would soak into the roll and go all soggy,like the hotdogs from the Windmill in East London.Ooohhh,I want one now!!!!
Think its time to order breakfast.
Im think pancakes.
When in Rome and all!!!!
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