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Autumn in New Zealand
It is a lovely day outside.
I'm starting to understand the interest that westerners have with the weather. Outside my window is a tree that is coloured with sun coloured leaves and strewn around it are the chocolatey brown leaves that have fallen.
I love this window...whatever it frames brings me to places I can imagine I would be. This tree could be a tree in Paris, a tree in the hub of New York or a tree on the sidewalks of Japan.
I am musing again. Too much free time. But to be in those places in autumn.Then again, here I am at my window with autumn beckoning me out to play with it's autumn trees.
Sillyness.
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Tis a new day..
Woke up so early this morning. Can one get a hang over from getting up to early? I wonder is it bad for the health? If not, it sure as hell feels like it.
I'm on a break from a Seminar called "The Keys to Financial Success". I am a student. I have lack of funds. I always have not enough money. I want to have MORE money. Thus the reason for me joining such a seminar. I found out that i use nearly all my allowance on food e.g snacks, ice cream, chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate.
*sigh*
Have to be more economical........my poor tummy.
Funnily enough it's bright and sunny today. This years weather is so different from last years. It was all rain and thunder and the freezing cold attacking my fragile (used to warm laden rays of the sun) body. But now, thanks to God's wonderful consideration (I think), the weather is warm and nice with cool, easy going breezes that prevent me from feeling too humid.
OooOh I have to get back to the seminar...
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Birthday Party.
Last Saturday, I went to
the Lounge to celebrate Joanne's birthday. It's was a crazy party with
the birthday girl already sloshed when i got there. Before going to
club I and a group of friends met up in Eddie and Peggy's apartment
which was in the heart of town.
Lounge was
conveniently five minutes away from the apartment. We all had a drink
before heading off to party at around 12.30 am. The party was a blast.
Everyone I knew was there (and some). I gave Joanne purple feather
earrings. Wacky, I know. Everyone got plastered for
the exception of yours truly, who was too busy taking
photos to actually drink. Plus, the fact that I turn bright red
with just a glass of alcohol was a bummer.
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Hamming it up for the camera. It's 4.30 in the morning so I guess we're having breakfast at Burger King.....healthy, isnt it?
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Tis a day to reminisce
My title says it all.
I had lovely pictures to post up today but unfortunately I forgot to bring my cable to connect to the computer to permit transfers of the pictures from the camera to the computer and bla bla bla...
Sigh, so instead of explaining the pictures and it's significance I have to reminisce about it instead. I took interesting pictures of trees. Yes, Trees.....(I know boring to some). But I come from a country where every foliage is either green or brown. I've never seen trees that look like still paintings where the painter was full of emotion and he had to let it out in a myriad of colours.
The trees here are bursting with colour especially in autumn. There's pink, brown, orange, yellow, black, green, purple, blue (ok, not blue but my imagination does run away) I spend countless hours just lying in the park, looking at the trees and day dream. (Yes, I have loads of spare time)
I realise since coming here to New Zealand, I have learned things about myself. For example, I didnt know I could sit for hours at an end just lying down and staring up at leaves. I realised I love colour, I am not patient, I never knew the true meaning of friendship, I never knew the true extent of a parent sacrifice and love. I didn't know how compassion and understanding could really help someone and how easy it is to let money slip through your fingers. I used to believe that I was very good at handling money. My empty pockets beg to differ.
Some how this basic things about myself never dawned on me untill I lay underneath my colourful stars and reflected.
Yes, trees are wonderful creations...especially in autumn.
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Flowers
used to dislike
flowers. My mother would force me to wear those Laura ashley dresses
which were liberally designed with all kinds of flora. I had an
incredible disdain for flowers and dresses when I was younger.
Now, I can't get enough of them. The walls in my room are so
colourful and cheery that it's almost blinding. My room
looks like a golden garden gone wild. I love it. Funny what time and
growing up does to you. You learn to appreciate simple things...like
flowers.
Wild flowers are
incredible. They manage to grow and bring magic to a place under tough
conditions. Flowers have to go through strong winds, scorching
sun, rain, insects and humans. They do not need anything but the basic
things to survive e.g food, water and sun. Yet, they emerge
victorious with their colours shining brightly under the sun like proud
banners.
I have so many assignments that I have yet to start on, and here i am writing nonsensical things.tsk.
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Renewal of vows
I had so much fun last night! It was Brons sis first year anniversary. They commomerated the event by renewing their vows. They just got married last year, TWICE! Once, in Rotorua as the husband hails from there and the second time was in Bethells beach. The second time the wedding was held was in honour of Tim's (groom) family. They were unable to make it the first time. The wedding in Bethells was lovely. They got married beside this cliff which overlook the sea and the sun was setting. So romantic....sigh.
Anyhoo, they say third time is the lucky charm. The 'Renewal' was held in a football club in Mangere. The couple lovingly renewed their vows underneath the white arches of a goal post. Well, squarish arches of the goal post.
We then proceeded to the club where the bride served grilled steaks, mashed potatoes, lamb curry and miso soup to the guest. Yours truly prepared the curry.....kakakakaakaka. After dinner we had the groom sing a couple of songs with his close mate Fred and Bron. The only memorable song for me that night was 'Creep' as Tim did justice by pulling all the high notes and not breathing for a very long time while pulling them notes off.
The night really began when the impromptu band finished and the Dj came on. 80's and 70's music boomed from the speakers and everyone just went wild. Everyone went on to the dance floor. Brons mum and dad were jiggying with it. Berlinda (Brons eldest sis) was waltzing all by herself. The shocker of the night would definitely be Peter. Peter is the brides best friends fiance. He looked so conservative and prim that my eyes nearly pop out of my sockets when I saw the moves he pulled. He was doing the moon dance, the ago-go, Saturday Night Fever moves EVERYTHING you name it he did it!
We danced for nearly two hours before everyone sauntered tiredly (some drunkedly) home. As the bride and groom would always say the night was "ULTIMATE". And so it was.
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Rainy weather, funny thoughts.
I was going to write about the weather AGAIN! But then I changed my mind. I realised today that life is so funny. It’s the kind of funny that is hurtful and cruel but funny nonetheless. ffice
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I have 3 assignments due. I am on the verge of tears. I have tried to start them early but whenever I try to put my thoughts into words, my hand stays still. I would scribble silly stuff and hope against hope that something intelligible would rise from the crap that I am writing. But alas, it is not meant to be. HOLY COW!! I am in deep cow dung! I feel hopeless, like a rotting wood drifting aimlessly in the huge, humongous, scary (like I’m going to piss in my pants) deep blue sea. And yet, amidst all this wailing and crying I feel alive. I feel invigorated. I feel, and thus I know I exist.
Does that make sense? I laughed so many times today especially when I was dwelling on my darkest thoughts e.g not going to make the deadline, will fail miserably, crappy results, dying… The fact that I am thinking and feeling negatively makes me feel as if I am living.
It takes two to tango. Whether this is relevant or not I don’t care. I feel that without negativity I will never appreciate the positive. Thus, negativity is essential to live a healthy and productive life. Does it matter if a glass is half full or half empty. Can’t it be half full AND half empty at the same time? For in truth it is simply both.
This reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend. He said that he quit his blog as he didn’t have anything else to write about. What he would write were dark things. Things that stayed in the corner of the mind shadowing reality. I think he should continue writing, as it is in darkness that one can see the light.
Funny, how funny life is.