Stupidly is not a crime, so you're free to go.

I keep looking at this blank page and wondering what to write.

Dear Land of the Internets (read Malcolm)

Christmas is coming... now usually this would involve the sun getting hotter and the ground beneath me burning my feet - I do live in Australia after all.
But with the Global Climate change... Winter just can't leave right now... who knows maybe it will change so much, that we will have snow too...

I am super duper Jelly that you will have an amazing Christmas Mal.. you may even receive a gift from me... who knows.

From my last post, you'll notice that I said I was going to go on a date.. and internets, I can never lie to you... so I'm going to tell you something.
I never went.
For so many reasons. I only tell some of the reasons to friends that ask... but one of many was that voice of Mal's running through my head, telling me that this would be the end all and be all.
That after this one date, we would then be considered a couple and then everything would just be moving so fast.
With my freaky ability... I could already see where this was heading.
and I didn't want it.

So onwards and upwards. Moving forwards.
In response to your last post Malkie Poos... I know how it feels to not have your family around.
To fight for the right to your own milk.
To have these somewhat strangers in your life and not know how you lived before knowing them.
I miss that. I hardly get to hear from my old house mates, and I miss them terribly.

Also I'll have you know that I feel the cold - very much. But I prefer it, which is also an issue living in Australia - one of the hottest countries in the world, where a 40C or above day is not unheard of in Summer.

I have decided not to become a teacher at the moment, and I am going to give my journalistic abilities a chance. Over the next year I plan to bump up my experiences... and then apply for some cadetships at the end of 2012. Maybe I'll be able to become a foreign correspondence - the dream job of every journalist.


Every where I look, and every one I talk too, I am just reminded that Perth is not the place for me.
Though I need a job to leave... and at the moment that is one of the hardest things to find.
My friends keep going on holidays, and just leave me here.
Me with the christmas cards to give to those who left.
(Let me hear you say it.. awwww)

Found the New York section in the book store. 

I have to start a dream jar soon, as I have all these dreams and I'm finding it hard to follow just one.
Still waiting to hear from my Fairy Godmother.

Till next time internets,
Mori.

Delayed responses have the most meaning/ I forgot

Dear Morwenna,

So London is being London.  Which is amazing, cold, whimsical, grey, party central and void of happiness.  Who knew there could be so many contradictory feelings for one city. 

So I guess I'm sorry, because it's so hard to offer advice via the ways of Facebook and email.  Messages aren't really conveyed the same way that a face to face talk works out.  Any how let me update you on the current escapades.

I took off to Prague with a friend for 4 day... one of the most amazing city's I've ever seen.  I still have day dreams about the best roast beef I've ever had from there.  Along with an amazing trip I procured another Starbucks mug to add to my collection... (don't judge me I'm awesome- 10 mugs now).

My Prague Mug

Living on ones own you face a multitude of new decisions as well; whether to go out on a week night with work the next day, whether to turn down a job due to dignity or buck up because rent is due next week and one of the hardest decisions I face... whether to buy food or red wine.  Yeah hard decisions.  Another battle/ blessing is the prospect and idea of housemates.  They're you family away from family and the shoulders you cry on.  I'm glad the people I'm living with at the moment help make my new home a home.  There is the occasional exception of course... "Bitch did you eat my cheese?" etc you know the stereotypical moocher of the household, but alas they're usually the quirky/ nutter of an aunt that you put up with.

So I'm a high school teacher, so not only do I possess one of the most soul draining professions in the world, well apart from law, but add to having students who need to be padded down before classes and I now understand why I was covering some woman's stress leave.  I have to say though starting off at Oasis Academy was a battle but after 1 week  I loved teaching those kids and the battle was worth seeing the cogs turn in their vacant minds.  What I find out at this school though is that I hate Blackberry's... freakin' BBM... pain in my ass.

Speaking of ass I joined a gym.  Hoping to ward off the 'Heathrow Injection' and do some toning.  Turns out the gym is like a mecca for getting rid of stress too.  After yelling at a group of Yr 8's, well that's a rush in itself seeing the little bastards shrivel up at tone of my voice like a fat mans genitals in the cold wind, but pounding out 20mins on the treadmill, using the TRX or a Yoga class brings me back to my happy place.  I came to London 75kgs... I'm currently 66kgs at the moment, I'm just going to focus on toning and less cardio from now on.

Another new happy place is the Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park... Christmas on Craic!  It's everything that sugar flavoured dreams are made off!!!  Gingerbread, Mulled Cider, Bars on Carousels, Bratwurst, Cocoa, thrilling rides and ice skating.  Megan you'd be at home.  Plus  you never feel the cold so you'd be fine :-D

Prague/ Blonde days walking down my street/ Halloween

Till next time

xoxox

Malkie