Last two days been Christmas shopping for myself got tons of new stuff, but all for self centred me! 1) Leggings 2) 5 tops 3) handbag 4) 2 shoes 5) 2 sunglasses 6) bikini 7) beach dress I love Christmas, I love shopping! 17th December 2006- 1st day of the hols I woke up this morning at around eight, looked around for a while. Listened to any outside noise and heard nothing. Claimed “Fack it” and went back to bed…I finally got myself up at ten thirty. It felt odd I have to admit. I never sleep till so late, I have athletics on Saturday and tuition on Sunday so I honestly never really get the chance to. I went outside ate a chilli bread thing, I have no idea what it was but it was available, the cereal and anything to do with cooking seemed too complicated. I love the holidays I only got out of my pyjamas at 2! After I finished my packing of course. Anyways I packed lightly, and then my mum stuffed a whole lot of other clothes in “Just in case.” Watched a couple of One tree Hill episodes before the cab arrived and I had to stop half way through one and leave. The cab was 15 minutes early, typical. We got to the airport, and were going to the check in counter, number 11(my lucky number)! Waited in the queue for a couple of minutes before we got told we could go into the empty counter opposite. (Lucky I tell you!) This family trip was already looking up. Since our trip and check in was so on the ball (very unusual) we hung around at coffee bean. In coffee bean, we discussed my mothers past party life. She was quite the scary wild child. Her reasoning is that her work “required it”. Anyways they use to tie ribbons on trees so people knew where the location of the party was. And she didn’t do drugs, she claims that you don’t have to do them if people bring them- see she scares me. Another discussion was pens and how they symbolised power (don’t ask how we got onto the topic). According to father it’s a symbol of power because you can bring your pen out but not your penis. Another interesting comment which caused giggles was seans new ipod cover. As he was putting it on the ipod, my dad stated how it was pointless and he may aswell just cover a condom with it. Which arised questions from my 7 year old brother. “whats a condom?” “Something you put on trees when you blow them up” “No! really, truthfully” in his seven year old serious voice. “ Ok, is something you put on to prevent babies?” “No! really, truthfully” he says again causing giggles. I love airport drama, people shouting at the staff, running to catch their flights, and waving goodbye to loved ones! I love the feeling of going on holiday full stop. I didn’t throw up on the plane I kept myself entertained playing snap with my brother! Slept on the bus ride to the hotel. We are staying at the Katathani again, because it was so good the first time. Tomorrow I might be doing yoga class! Now I am currently lying on my bed, watching Ladder 49 a movie I always said I should watch but never did. Lets see if my expectations meet! Night xxx 
19th December 2006 Promiscuous boy, by Nelly Furtado has been playing in my head all day, of course with huge gaps in the lyrics, since my memory is very crap. I will load the song up next on this website I reckon. Its now seven and I am waiting for everyone to finish their showers. Before we go shopping, I am also currently in my new beach dress J I just got called gay by my brother for keeping a journal, as its only for losers with spare time! I agree… but hey one day I will forget writing this completely and look back and remember writing it and remember being here in this hotel. Well Mr Tan isn’t going to be too happy I have been eating a bitch load. But I have had 0 alcohol intake so it balances out right? Yesterday and today we went to the beach and pool. I also won a free drink in this frog race-betting thing. And I joined yoga class. Which I have realised isn’t my thing. I got pretty stressed sitting there and stretching for a whole hour, bloody waste of time. I met these really nice Australian girls(the only people here my age!) My brother has “owned” me at all the activities we have here i.e. pool, foosball and table tennis. I seriously miss the time when I was better then him at everything. I also got a massage today, which was so relaxing! I also picked up my first book since IB has began which is not compulsory. So my great life is complete lol! This paragraph seems a bit listing sorry! I got lost today; I was going to the room for a shower before my brothers came in. So I kept walking right, right and right, and ended up on a main road. With cars horning and everything. I mean I completely understood the noise there was a mad woman on the side of the road with her swimsuit laughing! (Me, slow people). I couldn’t stop laughing until I reached our chairs by the pool (so the hotel thinks I am a bit of a loony). And I told my dad my embarrassing story where I got a roll of eyes and an “only you could do that”. Tomorrow I think I want a pedicure… 
20th December 2006 The shopping yesterday was an “experience” as people say. It was woah! Ok lets just say we ended up in a very dodgy area. Probably the red light district. Every one seemed high on drugs. Prostitutes kept approaching my white father (some transsexuals). Saw transsexuals pole dancing. My brothers face was completely white with him constantly repeating “it’s a man, it’s a man!” The white testosterone level was high. There were males everywhere. Seriously it was gross… ok I’m sorry for being like immature but seriously prostitution is the most fake connection in the world. I mean how desperate do you have to be to pay for sex. I’m pretty sure any guy could find sex somewhere without having to pay for it. The seafood dinner was ok though, except I saw this couple where one was clearly a prostitute. Ahh! Some hire for a week deal or something. Ok well what ever rocks your boat love but seriously this guy is a fool, I mean what does he think is going to come out of this week relationship. Its her job to make you feel special, I feel sorry for any guy that falls in love with a prostitute. And ok this is my personal view but if you were going to hire a prostitute why would you want the same one every night. Wouldn’t you want a variety? Maybe this guy was playing safe lol. Ok I just reread this paragraph it’s pretty harsh to prostitutes. I respect your job, and understand that its how you want to make your money(or the only way out of the poverty cycle). But I just hate customers, especially since most of them had wedding rings on them. Marriage?! Ok you see my point, I don’t want to get married. I have possibly the most pessimistic view on it. I mean people fall in and out of love everyday, its natural so why should one be stuck to another with a sheet of A4 paper. And honestly how can an A4 piece of paper mark your “Undying” love for one another. I think the most sweetest thing ever (my ideal wedding) is that a couple after there life together get married, I mean that truly shows undying love and then the children can experience their parents marriage to J Also I saw another couple on a table absolutely quiet. How scary is that? I mean running out of conversation. My mum and dad never stop talking(unless they are fighting). But that’s because my mum is a complete blabbermouth and will actually never shut up. My dad on the otherhand is a good listener! Perfect for each other.. well that’s what I think. But how do you know you will find the right one you know? I mean imagine waking up every morning thinking you could of done better? How scary is all this shit…Stop thinking.. going to the pool now.. see yallz later… 
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Merry x-mas love the fox kids xxx
