Posts Tagged ‘family matters’

Accidental Flash

So the other night I was chatting to my parents via skype with my brother. I had an itchy shoulder, so I stuck my fingers under my top to scratch. Then I see my brother turn his head from the screen and start staring at me wierdly.

Turns out, my boobs were very visible on the webcam and he as well as my mother and father got exposed to this sight!

Awkwardness!!

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Doha Day 1

You’ll have to excuse me, I am about to go to bed and haven’t slept since Sunday night.
Since then, a lot has happened – Greg and I had last minute shopping to do in Perth, he had all these documents to get certified and post off and required my assistance, we still had to pack – and were still doing so when our ride arrived to pick us up – Thanks Sarah.

We had ticket and passport complications in Perth – then I got the frisky full body search – Greg reckons I look dodgy hah. Since then we caught a plane to Malaysia where I got searched by security there too (now seriously!!), chilled for 4 hours before catching a direct flight to Doha.

Some realisations I embraced.

1. If a plane was to ever go down due to use of electronic goods by the passengers, it would be to/from an Arab country – they were using their mobile phones while we were landing and taking off. SCARY.

2. Burger King sells soymilk as a drink option. Mind you.. it tasted kind of wierd.

3. All the soycheese here contains Casein, so not cheese for me.

4. The term Vegan, is not known – but they refer to you as Hindi of the purest kind.

Some things I had forgotten but quickly remembered.

1. Arab women in the full abaya think they are better than everyone else. This includes being too good for queues and they quite happily will push to the front and get angry and look innocent when you tell them to go to the back. I didn’t but the lady in front of me got a mouthful from one of them.

2. Everything is dusty. Hello desert.

3. Qatari drivers are still the worst in the world.

4. You can never enter a public bathroom without the floor being drenched with water and the toilet seat too. They like their bottom spray hoses too much and have difficult aiming.

5. If you are a girl – you will be stared at. Within being in public for 5 minutes, I had someone yell out “I love you” to me.

6. My Arabic is terrible.

7. I can sleep though anything, including the “Calls to Prayer” which occure every few hours and are broadcasted from loud speakers from every single mosque in the country. There is one on every street.

8. I love Arabic Architecture.

Here are some photos from today.

My folks took us to the Villaggio today. Basically it’s a shopping centre which has been created to imitate Venice. The ceiling is painted like the sky – daytime and night. There is a manmade canal running through the shopping centre and you can pay to have a ride along them in the gondulas. The lighting is “street lamps” in the middle of the hallways. There was actual bits of gold in some of the flooring. I tried to take some good photos of all of this but taking photos and not getting arrested is pretty tough. Succeeded on Day1.

In case some of you were wondering, Dad accepted my hug when I arrived and he is being super nice.. I’ve mostly been covering my tatts in respect, but I know he has seen some – even though he hasn’t mentioned the topic of them. Thank goodness it is winter though, because even though it is, the humidity level is still at 90%.

Tomorrow I am apparently playing in a hockey match – despite me not bringing any gear – I don’t even have shorts or sports shoes.

Being Disowned

By your own father.

I’ll let you guys know how it feels.
Day 1.

The Beginning

So i made a live journal today. You would know this, as you are currently reading it. I’ve never been really good at keeping diaries and blogs. I don’t see why this one is going to be any different. Time will tell I guess. This is going to be an extremely boring first post.

Many things happened tonight. I am currently digesting a Mediterranean Vegan burger and am feeling quite full and tired. I can’t be bothered to remove the camouflage tonight, so I will probably just add to it tomorrow and continue hiding the truth.

One week exactly till Christmas. I should probably go Christmas shopping.
Dirty anxious Christmas Shoppers.
Onslaught of claustrophobia.
Piercing carols by substandard musicians on repeat.
Middle aged woman on valium squawking into a microphone through a crappy 10W amp attempting to sell jewellery to anyone who passes.
Lack of parking and arrogant horn addicted ragers.

And then there is Christmas day. I love my immediate family. Really I do.
True we all clash with the Sea Captain but deep down we all stil l love one another.
It’s the rest that don’t sit so well. It’s like we are water – fresh, down to earth, abundant and clear. Fullfilling and tasty The rest are oil – slimey, highly flammable, cost more than what they are worth, littered with dirt particles. Try and mix the oil and water all you like. The oil will rise up continually, seperate themselves and lord over the water.

Christmas lunch will be ~amazing~. Being the only non meat eater once again at the table will leave me with only what I bring to the table as an option to eat. I just re-read my entry and realise I sound very cynical. Let it be. I am actually looking forward to tomorrow. This first post didn’t turn out to be quite as uneventful as I originally thought!

Currently listening to Hit the Lights