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Thursday, January 18, 2007
3:13 AM

and im back. back in perth..and i am homesick. my dog is having ailingatitis, it's the ailing withdrawal symptoms.. the poor baby. i almost cried when i hugged her goodbye. gosh, i miss staying up late with her, she snoozing on the couch, and me sitting next to her devouring another book. now i'm sitting alone in the bedroom, devouring a book but it just doesnt feel the same.

on the flight over here, i made a new friend. well, more like a new aquintance. his name is james, and we figured out how to get a free upgrade to business class. make sure you sit at the aisle, and stick your leg out, so when the air waiters come along pushing heir big bulky trays around, they bump into you. and then rub your knee like it's gonna break, and act humble when all the air waiters make a big fuss about the boo boo on your leg, act humble and make them feel guilty, then they'll feel so bad that you're being nice about it, and then up you go to business class. yup, that's what the guy sitting next to james and i did. what a guy. haha.

so anyways, when we arrived, got through immigration in a jiffy, and then i went to que up to have the bags scanned, so i headed straight to the "nothing to declare" que and as my bags were passing through the scanner x ray thingie, this guy looking at the screen suddenly yells out.." HOLD THAT BAG!!' then he looks at me and says.... "what's your name miss?" and at this point i am absolutely bewildered, cos i swear i so did not have any food or declarable objects in my luggage. so i open up the bag and the whole time im thinking..." oh crap, my knickers and bra are gonna be exposed to every human being milling around me like im some kind of criminal.... so as im struggling to open my bag as calmly as i possibly can. the immigration guy, who looks like borat by the way, is just standing by rather impatiently shifting around on his feet like im not supposed to be keeeping him waiting. and when i open it, to my utter horror, there my pink bra is just sitting so nicely on top of all my clothes. oh gosh it was embarrassing. so then he says to me " i saw a jar in here..." and i was thinking... "jar?! what jar!?!?!?!" then i realised, ah yes.... that empty jar. so i unwrap the jar and show it to him and then as he attempts to put the jar back into my luggage for me, he pushes aside my knickers like it's an everyday event he does pushing women panties aside. oh my gosh.

anyway... i saw a comet yesterday.. i didnt know there was gonna be one till richard told me. so me and the simpson family went down to cotts beach and waited till the comet came. ooh, and a once in a lifetime occurance happened to me yesterday.. i saw both sun rise AND sun set. i am sooo proud of myself. it was brilliant. i feel fulfil. now let's echo that cheesy line..."you complete me.." cos it was seriously a "you complete me" kind of a moment.

i was talking to christine just now. christine is 6 right. and she was swimming and i was taking care of her. and we were talknig about the little mermaid. so here's how our conversation went. lemme tell you, kids are brutally honest. brutal, but with puly good intentions. so here goes:

christine: "which part of the little mermaid did you like?"
me: " oh i like the part where she gets married to prince eric."
christine: " do you want to get married?"
me: " of course i want to get married. someday."
christine:" why arent you married now?"
me:" cos i've got no one to marry."
christine: " well you have to go out and find someone. that's what mommy did. mommy's married."
me: "yes but christine, there's no one to find."

so at this point, i change the flow and ask her:

me:"do you want to get married? but you're still young, you dont have to think about it for awhile."
christine:" no i dont want to."
me:"why not?"
christine:"because i dont want to kiss. i dont like to kiss. and boys are dirty."
me:" HAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA."
christine:" but you should get married now that you're young. because when you're old nobody would want you. when i'm your age, you'll be old. you'll be a grandmother."

-silence on my part-
christine: "tell me a story."

so i told her about peter pan.

i've got loads of photos to upload, photos from the plane, the beach and the comet.














sun rise from the plane. beautiful aint it?
















SO PRETTTTY...
















christine and me..
















sun set a cotts beach. see the ship!? so pretttty.
















sun set with volleyball people..





















see the comet, it's that dot in the sky.





















and that's johnnie.. AWWWWWW.
















i like this picture. richard and johnnie walkiing along the beach. father and son.


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