When I saw a squirrel, I thought “damn, they are so CUTE!!”. Out in our backyard I managed to catch a glimpse of one and thought how cool that was however for the past few weeks I take it back!! Unlike Perth, for some reason the local councils here have no concept of providing rubbish bins for residents so we’re left to fend for ourselves in storing our rubbish until “bin day”. So what do we do? Naturally leave the rubbish outside in the backyard tied up and as tidily as possible. For the past few weeks we’ve noticed there are holes at the bottom of our rubbish bags. Who’s doing this? None other than those pesky SQUIRRELS!!! There was one point where I’d be bagging and rebagging 5-6 bags of rubbish but those damn bastards still get through it… sigh… To me they are more of a nuisance than cute… DEATH TO THEM ALL!
While Dave and I were walking a friend home we were told we lived near celebrity. But how? None other than Chef Gordon Ramsey! Did some googling around and there were reports about him living in Wandsworth but no concrete evidence. Guess the only thing left to do is camp out his place 
What amazes me about London is that it is such a multicultural city with many different accents around the world. A common question I tend to ask when meeting new people is where their accents come from. Last night was my first true encounter with the cockney accent/language/dialect. They sure do have interesting terms that just have no meaning… Like ruby murray = curry? Pig’s ear = beer? wtf?!? I was told that the cockney accent is made up of rhyming slang but to me it just didn’t rhyme or make sense. Even when they speak “normally” it’s a little difficult to understand. Maybe the beer didn’t help much too.
When the tables were turned around when I was asked where my accent come from, I always ask people to guess and as usual, they always say American or Canadian. Is my accent that close to North America??? I’ve been trying real hard for the past few months to strengthen my ocker accent but I guess after a few drinks that goes to shits.
I want to try and pickup an english accent but it just sounds so so GAY…
Eating Indian tastes so good at the time… but the repercussions… omg…
I don’t think I’ve ever been propositioned before and it wasn’t exactly how I imagined it. What was I propositioned for you ask? Well… I was at a bar ordering drinks when this lady comes by and starts the usual small talk. No worries, I’ve been in many of these situations so you just play along. Did I mention that she was so not my type (to be politically correct)? Not at all! I’ve never been the type to give a hard rejection so I let her go on as I knew if I wanted to leave, I just need to bring the drinks back to my mates. As I was eyeing off to the bartender to HURRY UP! She said I was cute and asked whether I wanted to get into a threesome. Now HOLD UP! Stop the tape and REWIND!!! A threesome?!?!?!?!? Now that sounds rather interesting providing that there was another lady involved and she was semi decent. When I looked at the other half of her duo, I was extremely unimpressed. It was a really massive creepy bloke that I reckon is into some nasty kinky shit. That’s when I stopped, panicked, shook my head and said no NO NO NO!!! many many MANY times. I think she got the drift by how weirded out I was, so she started to walk away but as she going, she grabbed my ass and told me to come her way if I changed my mind. Only in London I reckon this would happen…. WTF?! Sigh, if only it happens like in the movies….
Apart from the crazy shit that happened to me, turns out Debs herself had her own craziness too. There was this aussie bloke who was some how associated to a friend’s friend of Debs. Clearly he was keen on her but the way he went about was so wrong. He kept giving her the evil eyes, told her that everything she said was bullshit and she wasn’t aussie. After all that he asked to add her on his facebook via his iPhone. Wtf?!?! Don’t tell me this some how works and this guy is able to pull chicks?!?!
Luckily Debs was poised about it and told him that if he didn’t remember her name, then he can’t be on her facebook. Well done Debs… Well done. If it was me, I would have drawn a circle and said, see this circle? this is the circle of friends… YOU, are not allowed to be in this circle so FUCK OFF! He did try to read her palm but that was just out right stupid and a little sad.
He did have a go at me as well (not hit on! you numbnut!) and told me that I wasn’t aussie and kept asking where I came from. Who gives him the right to say who’s aussie or not?! After a heated argument, one of his mates pulled him away and I told his mate that if he wanted a stabbing, he’ll get one tonight. Actually, I did remember telling quite a few people that night so he left no long after. Most people that know me would know that when it comes to insults, I am usually quite blasé about it and I brush it off easily. But this fella definitely takes the cake and he was pushing the right buttons for a kinder surprise… in the shape of a broken glass bottle.
So overall it was a memorable night
Tags: aussie, broken bottle, bushpig, stabbing, threesome
Last night I came back from my first ever weekend trip on the European continent. And where did I go? None other than Amsterdam baby! Didn’t stay for too long though as I booked my tickets fairly late and it wasn’t cost effective to stay for another night.
Definitely a beautiful country to visit with some absolute gorgeous women. Even the lady coppers on their push bikes were hot! They could arrest me anytime
So what exactly can you do in Amsterdam for two days and one night? Well…
- Visit a coffee shop - check
- Visit the sex museum - check
- Visit the Van Gough art gallery - check
- Visit the red light district - check
- Take a canal tour of Amsterdam - check
- Get absoultely wasted in Amsterdam - check… but not as much as Dave
The first and last item are so closely related that it could take out your entire weekend but I managed to stay somewhat responsible to remember parts of my weekend.
One story worth mentioning was when we hit a bar somewhere in the red light districts. Little did we know that it was going to be the location where our night would end (well kinda). So there we were at a little pub in Amsterdam enjoying a few drinks with the intention of hitting the coffee shop after but a couple of pints later, somehow somewhere the shots started coming out. I guess that was Dave trying to catch up with the drinks but oh that was not such a great idea. A couple of drinks/shots later the rest of us decided it was time to take a breather from drinking and head somewhere else but noooo… Dave wanted to hang around more. Fair call so we had left him to slay the dragon while we went to take a look around the red light district before heading back to the hotel. We had disbanded but were getting a little worried for Dave so Mike and I decided to head back to the pub. While walking (attempted) to the pub, we had realized that we had forgotten where it was! There began possibly the longest hour of my life while drunk.
Two guys completely drunk as fuck, walking around the dodgiest part of the city while the other was passed out in the streets somewhere. I finally got the go ahead to go home when Mike rang that Dave was back in his hotel. Apparently a copper had seen him passed out and threatened to arrest him if he did not move along. I guess somehow Dave’s subconscious decided to take him to a safer place. For me, I was still drunk as fuck, and was lost. That lead to another trek to eventually find my hotel for a well deserve sleep. The following day we had realized that the pub was actually a few minutes away from Dave and Mike’s hotel. DOH!
The red light district is definitely a site to experience. Don’t think you can find anywhere in the world like it. I thought Thailand was bad in terms of how much prostitution is in your face everyday but this takes the cake. I don’t think it was as seedier as Thailand though. Or maybe I’ve gotten more seedier these days?
I’ll have to find some time to post some pictures. Thank God I didn’t bring my proper camera along as I reckon I would have lost it in the canals
So I’ve been in London for sometime now… Living in a (relativley) large house, good housemates and got a job. What more could you ask for? I reckon a visit to alcoholic anonymous would go well .
Over the past few weeks since starting at sungard, the team has been very antisocial and no one goes for drinks. I was shocked and thought what the hell I got myself into as I could have accepted other jobs where they are more sociable. But I’m not the kind to put up and shut up so onwards to find a drinking crew! This brings back days with Fujitsu
Managed to find some like minded people to go for drinks and now we’re doing this on a regular basis. At times a little too regular! There has been numerous occassions where I’d get back home around 6:30am or just stayed over a co-workers place and this isn’t on a Friday night too! On the occassions that i do get home, I rock up drunk as fuck at 3-4am, crash on the bed to sleep for a few hours then head to work. My god it is a pain in the ass to drag yourself out of bed and still work. I had a two hour training early in the morning and was dozing through it 
. When we go for drinks, our intent is to go for a few quiet ones… Oh how wrong we are…
Anyone know the number to alcoholic anonymous again?
Tags: booze, double shots, london
Well, I’ve finally got an iPhone!! After two weeks of disappointment, I got one! *Jumps for joy and does a rolling front and backflip*. When the iPhone was released on 11/07, I went on the following (Saturday) to buy one since I’ve been really impressed with the Google maps you can get on it. It definitely comes in handy for foreigners who are not familiar with the streets. Life was a living hell when I was running around the city for job interviews and not knowing where offices were.
Anyway, a bit of digression, when I went in with all my details ready to roll (bank card, bank statement and PAC code for porting number). Found an attendant to help me get one and surprisingly there was no queue for me; She helped me cut the line. We went to do the registration where she’d punch my details to the O2 registration screen. A couple of minutes later she told me I failed the credit check. WTF?!?!. When I asked her why, she didn’t really know herself since O2 gave a pass/fail answer. A bit more questions from her later and I told her that I’ve only been in the country for about 10 weeks but I did have a job!! No phone cos I had no credit rating? What a bunch of shite! I don’t think I’ve felt this disappointed in a very long time.
It was such a shame too cos after a few days, most of the 16gig iPhones were starting to sell out. I heard that on opening day, all the 16gig versions had sold out for O2 and CPW. Two weeks later after hearing there were some stores had stock and we didn’t have much to do on Saturday (actually we were both recovering from a night [two for me] out on the piss), we decided to pop over to the local O2 and CPW shops. As expected they were both sold out. Doesn’t matter, life goes on so we went to Oxford St to look for speakers, duvet and bed sheets. Oxford St as it is, has heaps of O2 and CPW stores so each time we passed one we’d go in and ask if they had any. Again, as expected they were sold out until we went the 5th or 6th CPW store (Tottenham Court Road) when they told us they had some in stock!! This was so not expected and I was a little shocked they did had some at 4pm!!
When the attendant punched my details into the system I had noticed that he had the start date of where I stayed as since July 2004. When I corrected him on this he told me to shush or I’ll have difficulty in getting the phone. Oh Mr Dodgy phone salesman, I like you very much!! . He was a nice fella who knew the ins and outs of getting someone a phone but I didn’t like the idea that after all that, he was reluctant to get me the phone until I purchased phone insurance or some crappy accessory for the phone. He kept insisting on me making a happy man but I wasn’t into pleasuring men (emotionally or sexually!). After much refusal he finally caved in and gave me the phone!!
Woot!! Still trying to get used to the keyboard but FINALLY!!
Tags: credit rating, iphone
Well it’s been sometime since I updated this blog but that’s mainly because there hasn’t been anything eventful that has happened. For the last couple of weeks, it’s been pretty much job hunting everyday. What’s quite surprising is that I’ve had job interviews pretty much everyday and it does leave the brain a bit drained to do anything after that.
Anyway, after a few weeks of job hunting, I’ve finally settled and decided to join a company called Sungard as it offered the best deal and there was a potential for growth. I have to say, their interview process was the hardest I’ve been through so far as well. It was a 3.5 hour interview with 3 groups of pair interviewers. What I was told is that should you fail any part of the interview process, it would immediately stop and you’d be asked to leave. The first round of interviewers had to be the toughest as it was the technical questions. Every single technology I had listed on my CV had been scrutinized, questioned and probed. Once that part was done, I was relieved that I had passed and was to continue on. The subsequent interviews were a lot easier as it relied on my ability to bullshit through my nose which I’ve always been able to excel at .
One of the biggest reasons of joining this company was because of the view!!! It overlooks River Thames and the old City of London. From what I gather, there two business districts in London. City of London and Canary Wharf where the former is in the heart of the city surrounded by historic buildings while I’m in the latter where the buildings are all new and modern.
A big perk of this company is that on every floor it occupies, there are vending machines where the drinks are all free! FREEEE!!! Coke, sprite, fanta, flavored water, etc. Also on Fridays they have free breakfast which includes bacon, eggs, sausages and worst of all KRISPY KREME!!! I will be fat when I get back to Perth . So yea, enjoying this place quite a fair bit.
Oh, if anybody was curious of the topic of my previous post it was about going to a club called the Notting Hill Arts Club where a 65 year old dj was playing called DJ Derek. Guess I’ll talk about him later when I feel like it
