Day one in paradise

22nd of April, 2011


Waking up in a different bed let alone a new country is always a tad dis orienting. After getting over the initial confusion and quickly remembering that I AM in tropical paradise - Bali, I was so excited to start my official day of holiday! A bit disappointed that it was raining, keeping my little fingers and toes crossed, in hope that it would turn good, we headed off to breakfast. Now someone please tell me what it is about breakfast when on holiday?! Mmm.. Divine! I think its the only time when you're allowed to have bacon every single day. Or so I kept telling myself. One of the many great things about being on holiday! I was a very happy camper when the rain stopped! Yay Mother Nature must have been listening to my weather prayers! I lay around the pool, staring out to the ocean.. I was in relaxing heaven! This was soon cut short, as we all piled into the car and headed off to 'Uluwatu temple'. There were monkey's everywhere! I will talk about how breath takingly beautiful the temple is later but first I must tell you about these cheeky little devil monkey's! Before walking down to the temple, we stopped to pay our entry fee and one of the locals were selling banana's to feed the monkey's. I asked the man how much a bunch were to which he replied with "10,000 Ruphia's". This was my reaction, and a very loud and shocked one it was: "TEN THOUUUUSAND!???!!!!!!". Al who was standing next to me turned around and put his hand on my shoulder and said "Phoebe that's a dollar!" I very quietly and sheepishly responded with "Oh..." haha how embarrassing! We proceeded to walk down to the temple, it was monkey galore! One of the monkey's saw that I was carrying this bunch of banana's, he then caught my eye and came charging at me for them, I got so panicky as I couldn't tear one off fast enough that I just threw the whole bunch at the little guy! Haha now he was in banana heaven! I must admit it was quite nerve racking having them coming at you from every direction. That aside, minus their flee's I just wanted to cuddle one, and smuggle it home! Uluwatu temple is truly outstandingly beautiful! It is located right up on a cliff, the picture and the sound of the waves crashing up on the rocks hundreds of feet below is magical! Despite that little bit of 'I'm up so high, I could easily just tumble off right now' fear and the sun beating down on me, I could not take my eyes off the view!

After that little adventure we came back to our villa and I yet again parked myself by the pool for the afternoon. At 5pm, Al and I have a full body 75minute traditional Balinese massage. Absolute bliss! I did not want to get up! I swear that I could have a massage everyday and never tire of them!
A beautiful first day ended with a scrumptious dinner at the Asian restaurant there at Alila. It was so so yummy! We watched the traditional Balinese dancing show that they put on for the guests and soon after we all walked home with very full bellies to retire to bed and get some well deserved sleep!
Wow! I was already in love with this beautiful place, Bali..

Post massage..

I am terrible!

I LOVE the idea of blogging, but having the actual time to sit down and reflect, I find extremely hard!

Currently awaiting more photo's from Bali (when I arrived in Bali I realised that my camera was kapoot. Heart. Broken) so until then, my posts have been put off.

I better pick up my blogging game!

Just a little something to brighten up your Sunday! I laughed, and laughed, and laughed when I saw this. How silly!

En route to Bali

21st of April 2011

The holiday has officially begun! It started at 6am with a rude awakening by the alarm clock. Al and I stretched out of bed and reluctantly tip toed into the shower. All clean and hair washed , final check that I had everything packed, we were on our way to the airport with the Pullan's. One Robertson and Rafati in tow.

Such a novelty being able to write 'INDONESIA' in 'country where you will spend most time abroad'

Now let me tell you, traveling with only carry on baggage is quite the challenge! I'm not only talking about not being able to fit everything in the one minuscule bag,  fighting with yourself over what shoes to take, having to carefully plan an outfit for ever day (we females need options!) the problem is having to lug around and lift your bags onto the scanning machines, removing all liquids/laptops/iPads. It kills! I mean seriously mister customs man, would you like me to just unpack and then re pack for you? I mean I'm only being rushed along by about eight hundred other eager holiday-ers and temperamental officers!

All of that aside, we're finally sitting happily on the plane, all buckled up. I was waiting so patiently to begin my journey to this foreign land (literally), I fell asleep before take off. I. Konked. Out. I have come to the conclusion that it is absolutely inevitable feeling like a 90 year old who is riddled with arthritis after sleeping on a plane (mind you, this generally only happens in economy/cattle class/seating area for peasants/screaming children galore). I watched 'Burlesque', amazing! Absolutely obsessed! Al wasn't too pleased when I announced that I now want to become a famous burlesque dancer haha! Plane food was consumed, another nana nap resulting in a killer neck, and now seven hours later we are slowly beginning to descend into Singapore! Although.. Drum roll please.. We were moved up to business class for landing! WIN! What an ever so comfy and stylish exit!

On the plane - ready to begin our adventure!

I best be off, will write more once we begin the most exciting leg of the trip - SINGAPORE --> BALI!
Ahhh.. Back to the tropics!

(I didn't have all that much time in Bali to finish the rest of my blogs for each day, but I'll be sure to put them up in the next 24 hours or so)

Procrastination..

Evaluate,

THIS IS YOUR LIFE.
DO WHAT YOU LOVE,
AND DO IT OFTEN.
IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMETHING, CHANGE IT.
IF YOU DON'T LIKE YOUR JOB, QUIT.
IF YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME, STOP SITTING ON FACEBOOK.
IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE, STOP;
THEY WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU WHEN YOU
START DOING THINGS YOU LOVE.
STOP OVER ANALYSING, ALL EMOTIONS ARE BEAUTIFUL.
WHEN YOU EAT, APPRECIATE EVERY LAST BITE.
LIFE IS SIMPLE.
OPEN YOUR MIND, ARMS, AND HEART TO NEW THINGS
AND PEOPLE, WE ARE UNITED IN OUR DIFFERENCES.
ASK THE NEXT PERSON YOU SEE WHAT THEIR PASSION IS,
AND SHARE YOUR INSPIRING DREAM WITH THEM.
TRAVEL OFTEN;
GETTING LOST WILL HELP YOU FIND YOURSELF.
SOME OPPORTUNITIES ONLY COME ONCE, SEIZE THEM.
LIFE IS ABOUT THE PEOPLE YOU MEET, AND
THE THINGS YOU CREATE WITH THEM
SO GO OUT AND START CREATING.
LIVE YOUR DREAM,
AND WEAR
YOUR PASSION.
LIFE IS SHORT.

Dear happy thoughts

IT TAKES THREE CHARCTERS TO FROWN  }:(
BUT ONLY TWO TO SMILE :)

So be happy, today and every other day. It's easy.

Dear 'Jerry'

I am horrified to admit that the other day I failed to resist the temptation of texting into 'Who is Jerry?'. You know those things you see advertised in magazines that say "Text yours and your partners name for only $3.50 and we will tell you your love calculation! Amazing results! *conditions apply*" (they regret to tell you that they will continue to charge you weekly. Read the conditions! On the other hand, if you're stupid enough to be dragged into the scam, good luck to you and your phone bill)


'Jerry' boasts that whatever your question may be, Jerry will give you the answer! Keeping in mind Jerry knows exactly who you are. Here I am at work, mucking around with friends thinking to myself "Ha! Very funny! Lets see what you can tell me about me Jerry!". To my utmost dismay, five minutes later I received a text back telling me what my fashion style is, I won't mention names but somebody close to me who 'needs the fashion police before seeing her (me)' and that 'Alistair Pullan loves this chick. HOT ;)'. Okay, I must admit, I had a laugh, I was impressed and then hooked. Bad, bad, bad. I then went on to ask 'What do people think of Phoebe Robertson from Toorak?' I'm not going to repeat what was said but let me tell you, I was then completely and utterly FREAKED OUT! First thing I asked myself, more like screamed at myself was "How the f*** does this person know this?!!!" It is absolutely beyond me!

I did a little research (once again with my trusty little friend we like to call Google), and it seems as though I wasn't the only person who was worried about this 'person' knowing too much information. There was a huge uproar when 'Jerry' first came about. Although the reality is somewhat more of a giggle. With the ever expanding use of social media services and shared personal information publicly available nowadays, society tends to forget that personal information is; in fact, not personal any more once you have entered it in somewhere.  It lives electronically potentially into perpetuity. 


Can you say scary? Yes sir.


Personal check list:

• Increase Facebook privacy (get Megan to do this)
• Change all passwords
• Check old Myspace account for privacy settings/contemplate deleting
• Last but not least, HUNT JERRY DOWN!

Daily thought

I have been meaning to write about something that is really important to me, but to be honest I haven't had the guts to just sit down and just write about it. For what reason? I have no idea. Am I afraid of being judged? (by my millions of followers and fans, cough cough Megan and Al haha) or maybe its just the fact that I keep suppressing the thought in hope that it goes away. I think I'm sticking with the second reason. I promise blogging world, I will sit my toosh down one day and do it. Thats a pinky promise.

Instead, I thought I would share with you my daily thought, something I realised I was thankful for and wrote down whilst doodling away this evening

P.s Is it just me or is blogging actually really quite difficult? Blogspot.com should have come with a warning that designing your blog may be a problem for blondes. Help is needed!

My head is a jungle

That feeling when you have so many bloody thoughts flying through your head it is surprising they don't collide into each other and form one super thought that wants to take over the world. 

So many emotions pulling you in different directions simultaneously that your brain starts to resemble Stretch Armstrong..

When you have a to do list that grows so rapidly, that three more things are added to it in the time that you form a tick with your pen next to one of the items..

Well, that is generally how I feel 24/7 at the moment.

Brain is broken and fried, exhausted and confused.

Ahhh the negativity! Sod off!

'Beautiful' people..

This past weekend, I had the privelage  of working at The Crown Towers amongst the busy people from the annual Melbourne Grand Prix. For those of you who don't know - 'Crown' is one of the largest (or is the largest - don't quote me) casino's and five star hotels in Australia. Truly an amazing place! Such intriguing people fill those buildings, every hour of every day. If only I could hear everyone's story. Over the duration of the weekend, I met some very interesting and I must say some heart stopping characters. Some of those people being the heart throbbing Ed Westwick, or as most of you would know him as 'Chuck Bass'.

Yes I know. Amazing. You're riddled with jealously right now. I am terribly sorry *pokes out tongue like three year old*. I must admit I was in hysterics, although a quiet one it was (not by choice). My heart was racing a million miles an hour, and I went a little bit 'gaga' when I came to my senses and realised he was standing 30cm away from me and talking directly at me. The hysterics came rushing back again. I felt as if I were a thirteen year old at a Justin Bieber concert. Oh my.. Totally cringe worthy. After getting over the excitement of meeting 'Chuck' and my heart rate decreasing to its normal speed I was then faced with meeting Dannii Minogue!

Once again for those of you who don't know who she is, or should I say for people that don't live in Australia; she is the talented Kylie Minogue's sister. Once again, you bet it, I was star struck. Dressed in the most beautiful dress, tottering around in THE most divine stilleto's, and clutching a ridiculously expensive, amazing to look at Prada bag. She looked as pretty as a picture! To my next surprise, without even knowing at first I met world re-known Formula one, world champion Michael Shumacher. 

I didn't even know much about him, other than he drove fast cars, well.. umm.. fast. I was still star struck! On the Sunday I met model, Ashley Hart (sister of Seafolly model Jess Hart) who was the embassador for the 2011 Grand Prix. She looked absolutely incredible and chic, whilst being gracefully directed to her private car.

It was only that on Monday I realised that I was being absurd. Quite frankly, not just me but the whole world. It hit me like a ton of bricks when I realised how much we hold 'celebrities' up on a pedestal. It really is ridiculous. What drove me to my turning point was doing a double take at two very hungover Hart sisters, walking into the lobby wearing Crown hotel slippers (you know the one's that we all steal from the hotels we stay at? The ones we take but wouldn't be caught wearing by anyone, let alone in day light in the middle of a very nice hotel lobby. Nah uh. What a shocking fashion faux pas!). The sisters had no make up on, were dressed like normal human beings, had the morning after eye liner smudge under their eyes, and if I put this bluntly - looked terrible. They looked just like you and I after a long night out! It was this that made me realise, other than that the Hart sisters needed some serious scrubbing up to do and a little application of a tinted moisturiser, that actors, models, actresses and 'super stars' are just human! Pat on the back Phoebe for an amazing realisation! This seriously had me thinking all day.. These people seem so beautiful and so immensly talented in our eyes, but when you think about it they have just been given an extra great opportunity, were in the right place at the right time one day, they were 'found' before someone else maybe even better came along. These people have had the help of professionals through out the world, people to work on their hair, stylists, make up artists to make them appear immaculate and flawless. They have been given an opportunity that people out there who simply haven't been in the 'right place at the right time' were.  I feel that I am blabbering on right now, but what I am trying to say is that yes these people are special, and I do look up to them to some degree, but there are so many other talented and naturally beautiful individuals out there in the world that work on striving in life on their own and not with the help of Hollywood professionals and photoshop. Be comfortable in your own skin, and NEVER compare yourself to another.

Welcome, Bula Vinaka, and G'day!

Well here I am, the day has come. I am taking a big scary leap and entering the blogging world! I know a few that will be extremely proud. Yes this is a huge step for yours truly. 
I spent the evening becoming best friends with my ever so trusty aquintance 'Google'. Asking questions such as, "How do I write and publish my first blog entry?", wracking my brain for hours on what to write, whether I have a 'targeted audience' or what my 'chosen topic' is? These questions soon became "what the frick am I going to write about?! Get onto it woman!". I have come to the conclusion (after many hours of driving myself a little bit mental and stalking other blogs) that I am going to write about me. Yes, that simple and to some, that boring. I will write to you about my life, my experiences, how I see the world through my eyes, lessons I have learnt, everyday realisations, the people I love and the things I adore. I hope that will be enough to keep you creeping my blog like I'm sure I do yours, or probably your Facebook most likely.

You will be hearing a lot more from me soon, but until then, I bid you adieu, Moce, and 'catch ya later mate'!