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| I just had my first snow experience... in the desert. When they opened up the new ski ramp at Mall of the Emirates I swore I'd never go there because it's artificial and tacky and probably bad the environment. Playing around in the snow whilst people gape at you through two storeys of glass walls as they go about their shopping...it just felt wrong in so many ways and so many levels and so many dimensions. But low and behold one of our close family friends is the CEO and I got told it was positively fabulous sweety darling and that I had to try it... so we all rocked up in our tank tops, shorts and havianas, donned the black ankle-length puffy jackets, beanies, gloves, boots and badabing badaboom we're in the snow.
And I have to admit it was fucking awesome.
I tried packing snowballs but i think my technique needs refining... I went sledding... I went tobogganing... I sat in an igloo...
And who knew that crunching through gravel doesn't even compete with the thrill of crunching through REAL LIVE SNOW? I used to imagine that I was walking through snow when ever I walked over gravely roads... I've always wanted to feel that crunch for real.
oh man that was good. And the ski slope goes so high you can't see the top. And my cheeks went all rosy.
I was all a-flutter.
And then we walked out the door, put our Havi's back on and did some grocery shopping whilst we waited for pictures to get developed. Oh the wonders of having a ski resort attached to your local mall.
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| Yes Lela you look like a Kewpie doll... i.e.
but with clothes.
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| A bomb went off at an international school in Doha... weird to read that on the front of my local tabloid (which I don't normally read but I was passing time at Starbucks). It wasn't Mr. Ladd's for any of you TAS-ish people out there.
....yah....
Took a holiday from my holiday and went back to Sydney for a couple of weeks to tie up loose ends, quit college, say goodbye, sell furniture...geez...I've been out of home for a year and I'm already selling my furniture!? There were a few schenanegans, a few parties, a few tears, and more than a few late night pig-outs at the ol' Sugar Plum. My last memories of Sydney will involve hauling a huge sack of my stuff up High Street- my printer, uni books, fridge shelves, and kitchen equipment all on my back...up the ENTIRE STREET...MAN I earned my dinner that day! Had an AWESOME road trip with Jenni deep into the country...singing along with Joe Cocker (think Wonder Years theme), watching blowholes, taking strolls along the seaside, hanging out at the Ex Servo's Club (because we're THAT cool), and just soaking up the country-ness of it all. Took a wee trip to Singapore to check out the new school, see the city etc...it's weird moving countries without mum or dad doing all the visa/ transfer/ accommodation stuff with me.
And of course I was just about to post some pictures...but I sent my computer to the doctor to be fixed...so... I got nuthin'.
MAN, moving countries can really suck... it's like some sick addiction I have. I can't seem to live anywhere for more than ten minutes. I could be a chain smoker, an alcoholic, a drug abuser...but no...I'm a compulsive traveller. | | |
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