January 2010 Living In Kuwat

Australia

As I said on one occasion, when one comes from across the world, not land directly in Australia: is sitting in a waiting room like that of a dentist.

In my case (notice: is metaphor) had sat in the chair, reading the Hello for 3 months (end of metaphor, thanks). Well, considering that such queries are in a parallel reality with no notion of time or an employee cleaning have the courtesy to remove copies of 1924, nor have I lost me so much gossip, I say. We, thanks to my career as an elite athlete in cavities, and wasted no money for sweets in pink, I can assure you that if you're in that parallel universe and no definite time, the remaining journals a dental clinic, when you read that Julian Munoz has been arrested, sure that in real life, AND has left and come back in about three four times.

Anyway. One day, after 3 months, I awoke from my "coma Sillico " sweet-and-always-so-nice beep messenger warned me that: "Morenazo69" is just plug in, which had been been eating, which had been disconnected and then connected and certainly in my inbox had confirmation from the University of Queensland. Had been accepted for a Masters, and communicated to me was enough qualified estupendísima, thin, smart, beautiful, young, and generous drop fly as soon as possible. Even more than the fly, could be an army of flies with the deployment of all its armed forces by air, sea and land, if we consider as spend the Australian Universities.

So, after a long wait, (nope, the burden becomes a metaphor) is sooo kindly invited me to pay (sorry, that dyslexia is killing me), I meant to go . Australia doors had been opened to remain so next year and a half of my life, my situation in the country was now normalized by the Student Visa and a few dollars in cash. And whoever wants something, something costs. I imagine that as dentists are not licensed to remove kidney or an arm and a leg in the literal sense, was a cost that my body suffered only figuratively.

Now my biggest concern in the whole world focuses on who will want to do with me working groups, given that Australia has a large number of Asians, Chinese bone, for the English, regardless of their country of origin. And everyone knows that if you do not like cell aglidulce and its Licola of hielbas you can never enter into their gatherings, private jokes, and much less in their working groups of the University, where the streets have taken . You will be an invisible and nonexistent in his small, cruel play of China Town. And of course, an Englishman Basin does not help in the negotiations, and much unless they " eyes open." Pass in a black belt, became the least of the concerns of a Western student. I will marginalize. OMG, horror! No doubt I'm going through an unprecedented catastrophe, a true social suicide on my resume. A more miserable misfortune to be president of the Institute Science Club ...

But as I was never panic ensues (well, unless I discover that I have been casting a red sock in the laundry of linen, and if that same thing happens to my boyfriend, and is that amount in anger) but rather what happens is that the panic she gets me, I've joined about Samurais meetings every Thursday. Well, actually, the group calling itself the "International Students & Inglés as a Second Language", but I'm sure they hide with treachery among this mass of people of all nationalities who want to improve your conversational English, their " Comunitation Skills "itself. Aja, good excuse, no doubt ... but I know they are there because they are everywhere. So I spy with discretion worthy of a Ninja, all your movements hidden secret weapons, their bonsai, EVERYTHING. You know what they say: "If you can not beat the enemy, make love not war." Although I leave also married censored version: "If you can not beat them, join him."

Here I go Koreans, Japs and Chinese children generally Open your eyes, because I'll be watching the enemy front line. The war has begun at the University ...

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