Good things so far about Sydney in the Winter:
- Its sunny and 20C
- All girls sound hot
- Aussie Relish with Scrambled eggs are pretty good (on top of toast)
- They have Krispy Kreme here
Bad things about Sydney:
- my first meal was at Hungry Jacks
- I keep on turning on the window wipers when I want to signal
- most blokes are still lazy dickheads
- Vegemite still is disgusting
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Singapore Changi
Phew... lots of time on my hands in Singapore, still about 2 more hours until my flight leaves for Sydney and all this free internet, whats a guy to do.. Might as well blog, huh, and make up for the sparseness and lacking of the past. Ill save the shopping for the return trip back.
My last blog btw was probably one of my fastest blogs ever.. I did the bitch in 12 minutes. Well I was under pressure, as I mentioned, I didnt want to miss my very important reflexology foot massage (which was chain-smoking-addictively sublime, goodnessgraciousme). In my haste however, I probably did not convey how much stress and pressure I was under. Its a tough life, mine. Suffice to say, if this was a work trip to the shitty side of India or maybe Beirut, or even say the likes of Arkansas, Id be like "Oh well, what can you do, sorry boss, cancel the trip, its a sign, maybe Im not meant to go. Look at the news? The worlds gonna end" In this case however, it was like a vacation, a jolly, like HAVING to go to Las Vegas for a work Convention ala Eric, or HAVING to go to Boston / New York to be a glorified drug dealer ala Jill. So I was motivated to make it work. And all the cancelations and news out breaks and public media crys to stay away from Heathrow was not going to deter me. I need to chance my arm.
And it was a rush... I intentionally checked into Dublin 4 hours early for the flight to Heathrow, with my flight being on hold until an hour before expected departure. I really didnt know if I was going to be able to go, waiting at the airport looking at and trading back and forth between the flight departures ticker and the Sky News updates every 10 seconds. And when the flight was finally reinstated (along with a chorus of angels singing Hellujah), only the 2nd flight allowed back into Heathrow actually... I found out I had only 1 hour to pick up my bags (Bags in Heathrow were not being transfered through for any flights that day, again because of the pompy british born plotting Terrorist) transfer from Terminal 1 to Terminal 4, and then recheck-in, with the new "nothing allowed on the plane except your clothes and your passport" policy, plus the full scale/full body cavity search of everyone through airport security (they grabbed my ass cheeks and unzipped my fly! Well unbuttoned because I had a button fly). It was the biggest line Ive ever seen, all waiting in turn, to be willingly sexually assaulted. And the airport was in complete chaos. CHAOS. I just needed to focus. And you know how when you watch news on tv regarding any huge "breaking news" alert or disaster, and think "wow sucks to be there and be one of those guys" and then move on and flick channels to watch sports or oprah while eating a donut? Well this is the first time I was completely affected myself. Im now one of those guys.
So anyways, as you know, I did make it to the Singapore flight (again along with a chorus of angels singing Hellujah). And I sent back a taunting email to all my non-believing coworkers. Some of the casualties... apart from having to check in my laptop and electronics and books, I also needed to leave my camera at home because I could not carry on, and there was no way I was checking in my SLR. Oh well... Plus no change of clothes to carry on, so I have been wearing the same attire for almost 2.5 days by the time I get to Sydney. Good thing for the swimming pool and multiple showers at the airport hotel, otherwise, Id have the sour milk smell of the homeless.
Some of the plusses though; again Im in South-East Asia... where the Macdonalds serves Milo! ( I dont know what it is but Milo in Asia is 100 times better than anywhere else) And hot thai sauce for french fries as well. Good times...
My last blog btw was probably one of my fastest blogs ever.. I did the bitch in 12 minutes. Well I was under pressure, as I mentioned, I didnt want to miss my very important reflexology foot massage (which was chain-smoking-addictively sublime, goodnessgraciousme). In my haste however, I probably did not convey how much stress and pressure I was under. Its a tough life, mine. Suffice to say, if this was a work trip to the shitty side of India or maybe Beirut, or even say the likes of Arkansas, Id be like "Oh well, what can you do, sorry boss, cancel the trip, its a sign, maybe Im not meant to go. Look at the news? The worlds gonna end" In this case however, it was like a vacation, a jolly, like HAVING to go to Las Vegas for a work Convention ala Eric, or HAVING to go to Boston / New York to be a glorified drug dealer ala Jill. So I was motivated to make it work. And all the cancelations and news out breaks and public media crys to stay away from Heathrow was not going to deter me. I need to chance my arm.
And it was a rush... I intentionally checked into Dublin 4 hours early for the flight to Heathrow, with my flight being on hold until an hour before expected departure. I really didnt know if I was going to be able to go, waiting at the airport looking at and trading back and forth between the flight departures ticker and the Sky News updates every 10 seconds. And when the flight was finally reinstated (along with a chorus of angels singing Hellujah), only the 2nd flight allowed back into Heathrow actually... I found out I had only 1 hour to pick up my bags (Bags in Heathrow were not being transfered through for any flights that day, again because of the pompy british born plotting Terrorist) transfer from Terminal 1 to Terminal 4, and then recheck-in, with the new "nothing allowed on the plane except your clothes and your passport" policy, plus the full scale/full body cavity search of everyone through airport security (they grabbed my ass cheeks and unzipped my fly! Well unbuttoned because I had a button fly). It was the biggest line Ive ever seen, all waiting in turn, to be willingly sexually assaulted. And the airport was in complete chaos. CHAOS. I just needed to focus. And you know how when you watch news on tv regarding any huge "breaking news" alert or disaster, and think "wow sucks to be there and be one of those guys" and then move on and flick channels to watch sports or oprah while eating a donut? Well this is the first time I was completely affected myself. Im now one of those guys.
So anyways, as you know, I did make it to the Singapore flight (again along with a chorus of angels singing Hellujah). And I sent back a taunting email to all my non-believing coworkers. Some of the casualties... apart from having to check in my laptop and electronics and books, I also needed to leave my camera at home because I could not carry on, and there was no way I was checking in my SLR. Oh well... Plus no change of clothes to carry on, so I have been wearing the same attire for almost 2.5 days by the time I get to Sydney. Good thing for the swimming pool and multiple showers at the airport hotel, otherwise, Id have the sour milk smell of the homeless.
Some of the plusses though; again Im in South-East Asia... where the Macdonalds serves Milo! ( I dont know what it is but Milo in Asia is 100 times better than anywhere else) And hot thai sauce for french fries as well. Good times...
Friday, August 11, 2006
Heathrow
Dont know if youve been watching the news. My my my... why didnt I see this coming... and by this I mean Heathrow Airport getting a Terrorist Plot alert the same mutha-effin day I fly off to Sydney. The one trip that I REALLY look forward too in my 2+ years in Ireland, and stupid terrorists Plot foils me. Knowing my luck, which if it werent for bad luck I wouldnt have any, I should of seen this coming a kilometer away (metric system).
So I woke up this morning getting ready to pack, and then turn on BBC News, and then I see Heathrow in a state of alert and all flights cancelled. This is while Im packing my board shorts and tee shirts. Got a few calls from John and Fin and Murray at work, laughing at me because my trip was in Jeopardy... bastards (even though Id totally do the same). I had to try though... logic being that my flights are late enough in the day, and there would be no way airlines would be stupid enough to cancel long haul flights because of the logistical nightmare. I just needed to get to Heathrow.. which was the bigger problem... and my biggest pannick.. apart from the fact that no carry on luggage was allowed and that Id have to check in my laptop and .. gulp.. iPOD!!! Terrorist bastards...
BUT Im here in Singapore Airport now on a 14 hour stop over, by far the best airport in the whole world and the most ideal place to stop over. Just came back from a swim(had to buy speedos though because again I couldnt carry anything on), waiting for my reflexology foot massage, scheduled in 15 minutes, whilst surfing the internet for free here in one of the many superb lounges. Now only if Singapore can get rid of the musky too humid smell thats found everywhere (Korea -> kimchee... Singapore -> musty musky) Need to end this now because some Singaporean girl is waiting for me so she could oil massage my sore feet... its the least to expect on a stupid day... damn right.
(post editors note: speedos as in board short speedos. And one-use only cuz they were ugly grey with built in underwear)
So I woke up this morning getting ready to pack, and then turn on BBC News, and then I see Heathrow in a state of alert and all flights cancelled. This is while Im packing my board shorts and tee shirts. Got a few calls from John and Fin and Murray at work, laughing at me because my trip was in Jeopardy... bastards (even though Id totally do the same). I had to try though... logic being that my flights are late enough in the day, and there would be no way airlines would be stupid enough to cancel long haul flights because of the logistical nightmare. I just needed to get to Heathrow.. which was the bigger problem... and my biggest pannick.. apart from the fact that no carry on luggage was allowed and that Id have to check in my laptop and .. gulp.. iPOD!!! Terrorist bastards...
BUT Im here in Singapore Airport now on a 14 hour stop over, by far the best airport in the whole world and the most ideal place to stop over. Just came back from a swim(had to buy speedos though because again I couldnt carry anything on), waiting for my reflexology foot massage, scheduled in 15 minutes, whilst surfing the internet for free here in one of the many superb lounges. Now only if Singapore can get rid of the musky too humid smell thats found everywhere (Korea -> kimchee... Singapore -> musty musky) Need to end this now because some Singaporean girl is waiting for me so she could oil massage my sore feet... its the least to expect on a stupid day... damn right.
(post editors note: speedos as in board short speedos. And one-use only cuz they were ugly grey with built in underwear)
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Best Store in the World
Most people that know me, know that I take shopping very seriously. I dont lie, my hips dont lie, and I never lie about shopping especially. Its a part of me. You would also know, the eight of you that still acually read this thing, that I love shopping in London. Its one of the greatest places in the world for retail therapy. And, funny enough, at the exact same time the worst as well, since its so bloody freakin expensive; infuriatingly expensive.
Well this weekend Im in London again, for shits and giggles (Im absolutely loving the fact that I could conceivably visit the likes of Paris and London for shits and giggles... like, what a bizarre station in life. Who the frig am I?) And again I praise the shopping potential of this town, its un-freakin-believable. Let me praise one particular store individually this time; Selfridges on Oxford St. And I absolutely do not hold any punches by sayings its literary the holy grail of shopping. Its the mecca, its the Mt. Everest, its the Heidi Klum. Seriously it has absolutely everything you coud dream of, but unlike Harrods, actually hip and cool. If you could imagine a store that successfully combined every possible thing you could be looking for (Seven, Nudie, Bang & ofussen, Bose, Ted Baker, Miu Miu, Y3 Adidas, Tumi, Crumpler, Agnes b., Hummel, Ted Baker, Paul Frank... I could go on forever ) selling ,computers, clothing, books, elecronics, furniture, housewares, sporting goods, mountain bikes... but all with a hip and modern super chic bent. Any kewl brand the awesome side of Walmart, its there. It honestly does blow my mind everytime I get to go, its the coolest store in the world, and my most favorite store ever, with FAO Swartz in New York a distant second. Yep its that good.
And I didnt buy anything today. Spent 3 hours in that mo fo... and bough zilch for myself because Im Po... honestly its self inflicted masochistic torture. And feck ya, Im going back tomorrow...
Well this weekend Im in London again, for shits and giggles (Im absolutely loving the fact that I could conceivably visit the likes of Paris and London for shits and giggles... like, what a bizarre station in life. Who the frig am I?) And again I praise the shopping potential of this town, its un-freakin-believable. Let me praise one particular store individually this time; Selfridges on Oxford St. And I absolutely do not hold any punches by sayings its literary the holy grail of shopping. Its the mecca, its the Mt. Everest, its the Heidi Klum. Seriously it has absolutely everything you coud dream of, but unlike Harrods, actually hip and cool. If you could imagine a store that successfully combined every possible thing you could be looking for (Seven, Nudie, Bang & ofussen, Bose, Ted Baker, Miu Miu, Y3 Adidas, Tumi, Crumpler, Agnes b., Hummel, Ted Baker, Paul Frank... I could go on forever ) selling ,computers, clothing, books, elecronics, furniture, housewares, sporting goods, mountain bikes... but all with a hip and modern super chic bent. Any kewl brand the awesome side of Walmart, its there. It honestly does blow my mind everytime I get to go, its the coolest store in the world, and my most favorite store ever, with FAO Swartz in New York a distant second. Yep its that good.
And I didnt buy anything today. Spent 3 hours in that mo fo... and bough zilch for myself because Im Po... honestly its self inflicted masochistic torture. And feck ya, Im going back tomorrow...
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