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i didn’t make the top 16 for the Island Reef Job, but at least now i can swear on this blog again!!

you know how many months i’ve been holding in the curses?

since january!!!

i couldn’t even talk about sex!! it was killing me!!

okay, back to our regularly scheduled programme

shit motherfucker cunt bitch scrotum tea-bagging.

anyway, i wanted to share with you the “bio/short story” that Tourism Queensland had all of us Top 50 draft about ourselves. we sent it off to them in secrecy, of course. but since i’m not on the final shortlist, i doubt they’ll care now if i share it.

enjoy!!

Being half Portuguese and half Lebanese, I began my diasporic journey of petulance and precociousness in the suburbs of Montreal and Toronto. I thusly figured I’d turn out to be a nun, or an explorer.

A few years at a Catholic school cured me of the first disease.

I am a playwright, novelist, blogger (www.christineestima.com), and arts journalist sleeping in some forgotten corner of a European railway station. I love travelling, exploring, and being pushed out of my comfort zone. My life is very much about trying new things, experiencing new adventures, meeting new people, and exploring new places. I’ve never tried to take the road of least resistance. Routine and monotony are my enemies. I’m always living on a shoestring and by the skin of my teeth, but that’s what makes me feel alive. This job would be the epitome of that journey for me.

I’ve braved La Tomatina festival in Spain, run through the Lavender fields in the south of France, dodged bullets in Lebanon, kayaked in Croatia, climbed mountains in Brazil, thrown snowballs in Kiev, tripped into the Grand Canale in Venice, partied at the Zurich Street Parade in Switzerland, cycled across Ireland, gazed into the depths of the Bosphorus, witnessed political protests in Copenhagen, visited my ancestral stomping grounds in Portugal, been swindled and hustled out of large sums of money in Budapest, eaten (or tried to eat) haggis in Edinburgh, hung out with vampire bats in the creepy bat caves of Skopje, stepped out of the way of the thunderous tanks in Sarajevo, and had dramatic love affairs in Poland, Kosovo, and Austria.

Two years ago, after finishing my Masters Degree, I woke up one morning and decided to move to London, England on a whim. I moved there because I wanted international life/work experience. I moved there because I wanted to push myself.

I moved there because I had nothing better to do.

So within a matter of weeks, I had packed up my Toronto apartment, threw my stuff in storage, bought a one-way plane ticket, and never looked back. I arrived in London not knowing a single soul there. No family, no friends. After enduring crazy landladies trying to rob me of my money, being hospitalized for acute tonsillitis and glandular fever, and not being able to hold down a steady job (because of my work visa restrictions), I found myself subsisting on a diet of bread and cereal. I was scraping by. But I was the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Because I relish culture-shock. Because I was exploring my new world. I took every opportunity I could to travel across not just the UK and Ireland, but all the little nooks and crannies hidden in Europe and the Middle East.

My favourite of all my journeys? — walking across Hadrian’s Wall in Northern England. Hadrian’s Wall is a 2000-year-old wall built by Roman Emperor Hadrian to keep the Scots out of the empire. It is 134 kilometres long and runs from one side of England to other. I walked the entire length of the wall. It took me 5 days. Two of my toes turned purple, I ripped a few muscles in my legs and shoulders, I had massive bruises and scratches, but it was exhilarating, peaceful, invigorating, and very meaningful. My trek came to an abrupt end, however, when I fell into a massive vat of rain water, mud, and cow plop . . . the hallmark of a journey well-travelled!

While in London, I found myself suddenly cast in a highly-controversial reality TV show called When Women Rule The World. I was surfing the net one day when I came across an advert screaming “Calling all feminists!” I quickly applied. Next thing I knew, I was signing contracts, meeting with executive producers, doing costume fittings. And exactly once month after sending off that initial application, I found myself on a massive set in the Dominican Republic with a crew of 200+, filming my every move. The show’s tagline was, “Eight women. Ten men. One Rule: Women Rule, Men Obey.” It was produced by September Films, and premiered on the Channel 4 network in the UK to rave reviews and massive ratings. It ran for 2 months. And I was still somehow trying to catch my breath and figure out how I ended up on that show! Life is unpredictable, and always finds a way to add something new to my journey.

I recently returned to Toronto to finalize my application for EU citizenship. In March of 2009, I finally picked up my EU passport. I am now a dual citizen, and an entire new world of opportunities is now open to me!

There are still so many cities on my to-do list. Of course Australia and New Zealand! On top of that, I want to go to Indonesia, Malaysia, Madagascar, Thailand, India, Sri Lanka, and Japan. I want to run across the Sahara Desert. Mingle with monkeys and rhinos in West Africa. Party in Cape Town. I want to hang out at Macchu Picchu in Peru. Chill with the lizards of the Galapagos Island in Ecuador. Sing in Chile. Run across Bolivia. Make a mad dash up the Aztec pyramids in Mexico. Shoot the rapids in Arizona. Lose all my money in the sots of Vegas. Ski in Whistler. Drink beer in Vieux Quebec, plant trees in Saskatchewan, ride a motorbike across the Road of Bones in far-eastern Siberia, drink milk in a gur in Mongolia, dance in Petra, dip my toes in the Nile, lean against the wailing wall in Jerusalem . . .and finally come home to hug my beautiful mother in Toronto.

I’ve been writing stories for as long as I could remember. As a little girl, the other students would write 3-page stories for class. Mine were 40 pages. I’ve followed this dream all throughout my life. I do it because I’m passionate about it and it brings me so much peace and pleasure. If I wanted to be rich, I definitely wouldn’t have become a writer!! My writing has appeared in The Malahat Review, Descant Literary Journal, Room Magazine, NOW Magazine, UKULA, CanPlay, The Encyclopedia of Modern Drama, Matrix Magazine, Chart Magazine, TheGate.ca, TorontoPlus.ca, and Canadian Theatre Review. My travel writing piece entitled “Between Berlin and Beirut” was included in the travel anthology Navigating Customs: A Tendril Anthology, published by Cumulus Press. My short story “Nylon-Encased Flesh” was included in the literary anthology ToK: Writing the New Toronto. My playwrighting credits include, Vignettes In The Dark (2004, Toronto Fringe Festival) and The Spadina Monologues (2005, The New Ideas Festival, Alumnae Theatre; and in 2007, Theatre Passe Muraille backspace).

My Master of Arts degree is in Interdisciplinary Studies from York University (Toronto, Canada). My award-nominated thesis explores narratives of gendered-ethnicities on the Toronto stage, post 9/11.

Try saying that five times, really fast.

I am currently single, so if I was selected for the Island Caretaker position, I wouldn’t initially bring anyone with me but my family and my friends are very important to me, and I would insist that each and every one of them visit me at some point during my stay. Mi casa su casa, and my heart is as open as the sky.

As a feminist/vegetarian/pacifist/bookworm, I cannot wear white without spilling something on it, but you’ll still find me, most likely, in the fridge at 4am.

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6 responses

  1. I was with you everyday reading all your interviews and watching your videos. What an experience! Proud that you made it so far when others didn’t. xo

    April 3, 2009 at 4:42 AM

  2. fanks babydoll, i heart you to bits. next time you hit the TO, i owe you a beer.only one canadian made the final cut anyhoo, so i’ve got some misery-loves-company going on here.big cyber snuggles!

    April 3, 2009 at 4:57 AM

  3. Thanks for posting this Christine!Reading it made me feel more energetic and motivated to go out and see more of the world.Btw, if it makes you feel any better, I noticed how you cleaned up your language on here after the announcement of the Top 50! I was wondering how you were holding up trying to keep it all in. LOL

    April 3, 2009 at 7:18 PM

  4. hi Christine,
    i like your blog. nice one, girl!
    i read in your story that you’d love to visit Indonesia! get your arse here, gal! i’ll show you around my beautiful country!!! 😉
    keen to travel with an Indonesian traveler? 😉

    April 16, 2009 at 6:33 PM

  5. sunnnnnnnnnn

    i would love to meet you and spend a night with you.

    March 1, 2012 at 12:25 AM

    • Ew. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little.
      Once again, the moronic perverts of the internet rise up and open their mouth to reveal their depravity.
      Get a life, bud.

      March 1, 2012 at 12:32 AM

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