mad fish in a crazy sea

gather round people.

2006-02-28T18:14:00.000+13:00

I GOT AN IPOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Can you tell i'm excited??? I got a good deal, got it from parallel imported and i think cos i was wearing a slightly revealing shirt (seriously, only like half a millimetre of cleavage..) I got a discount. Ah the joys of being a girl.

But the fun part was trying to work out how to set it up etc, with the instructions. Sounds simple enough, right. Oh no. They were in Japanese. So computer-illiterate me, I'm sitting there wondering why my USB thingy won't fit into the side of my computer like it shows in the picture. Only after a lot of wrestling with my computer and the end of the thingy, do i realise that the computer in the picture is a laptop. so my thingy doesn't belong in the side, it belongs in the boxey thing on the floor. Right, hurdle one is cleared successfully.

So i insert the disc and nothing happens. I locate the disc drive thingy - this i know how to do - and start it manually, and it whirrs around and nothing happens. "right" i think "you're playing a fun game of hide and seek with me, aren't you?" and it was - i couldn't find it ANYWHERE. then it magically appears when i was about to give up hope. So this is how it's going to be then.

I fill out all the things it asks of me, cos I'm good like that, but then when I have to register it, it says "i'm sorry - something computer techno blah bah can't work right now." so i'm like "this is horrible, awful. it's a sign that i shouldn't have invested. It was that dodgy seller guy he sold me a faulty one, i knew i shouldn't have bought a cheap one. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

I set it up, finally, with funky names. like meh. then erika arrived and saved me from the evil out-to-kill-me japanese intsructions. and now me and my ipod are as one.

so. I saw the gay cowboy movie

2006-02-26T09:57:00.000+13:00

Yes. Not knowing what to expect, other than gay cowboys, I went along with Erika to see Brokeback Mountain. Considering the first few minutes of the movie NO-ONE talks, I was starting to think that maybe it wasn't such a good idea.
Also, in the first few scenes, Jake Glynenhall (or however you spell it) leans suggestively on the back of his pick-up... And because every is expecting a gay cowboy movie, we laughed, cos he's like leaning towards Heath Ledger going "ooooo yeah, look at ma sexy body!" heheheh

Note: if you haven't yet seen the movie, but are intending on doing so, avert your eyes. If you're interested but don't wanna pay to see it, I'll give you my run through now.

So yes. Heath and Jake are strangers who show up at a ranch type place looking for work in the summer. And this guy says he needs two fellas up on Brokeback Mountain to look after sheep, or something, and so that's it. Jake and Heath pack up and head on up. Now Heath's your strong, silent type, where as Jake just rambles on and on until someone stops him... and cos there's just the two of them, there is no-one else. So he rambles. just like me.

And they carry on, looking after sheep and stuff, with not much happening. The odd run in with a bear or a deer (oh i rhyme) and that's about it. Then suddenly, one night, at dinner time, they get a little drunk. I mean what else is there to do stuck up on a mountain, right?? Then it's cold. Heath, being the man he is, says that he'll sleep outside by the fire while Jake can sleep in the tent. Jake says it's far too cold, he'll freeze once the fire goes out, but Heath's all "i am man, hear me roar" and stays outside. But during the night, Jake wakes up hearing Heath's teeth chattering cos he's freezing, so he demands that he comes inside. So he does, cos Heath doesn't wanna die. Then, when Jake thinks Heath is asleep, he reaches out for his arm and drapes it across his chest, so they're spooning. Then Heath, in his drunkeness, wakes up and is like "huh?" but Jake knows what he wants and they go for it. At this stage I turn to Erika and say "Cos you just crack into it, just like that!" and she's like "Would you just be like, 'yeah, sure.. ok' ??" And they have sex, quite violently actually. And cos I read Womens' Day i know that they actually hurt each other filming that.

Then, the boys are slightly confused, claim that neither of them are gay, but they keep doing it. They wrestle and kiss and cuddle and stuff. Then they come down from Brokeback, go their seperate ways, get married and have kids, but continue to meet up for "fishing weekends" every month. But as Heath's wife so astutely pointed out, "you never bring any fish home, and you know how much me and the girls like fish." In the end, Heath gets divorced but doesn't wanna shack up with Jake, who thought Heath's divorce was his chance to leave his wife and lie with Heath up in the mountains. But Heath says no, and Jake's upset and says "this is one son of a bitch of an unsatisfactory situation" and then somethig really cute, but in a hick accent. "I wish I knew how to quit you." It was cute.
In the end, Heath finds out that Jake was killed. The story was that he was changing a tyre and it blew up in his face, but Heath knows it's cos he was gay. (this relates back to something earlier in the movie.)
And Heath lives alone for the rest of ever with a bloody shirt of Jake's.

Right. I think it was good, better than just good but not super good. I mean, good, but I don't see why it's winning awards and stuff, other than for the fact it had the guts to tackle something no other mainstream movie ever has - homosexual men. And the acting was good. But I have two things to moan about.

1) There's no real emotional connection shown before they just launch into it. I mean, two guys who claim to have no real interest in other blokes before... you'd think there'd have to be some sort of connection before they felt comfortable with that. As my friend said "a guy and a girl would bang each other without emotional connection because it happens all the time, but a guy and a guy wouldn't just go for it." so yeah. But maybe that's the hopeless romantic in me crying out for attention - I wanted some gushy emo! I cried though, when Jake died...

2) They never said they loved each other. Is this a manly thing? I know that Jake loved Heath but Heath never looked as into it as Jake was. Saying that, it wasn't a one way street. I mean, you pretty much knew Heath loved Jake with how he reacted when he knew Jake was dead. That's when I cried. But yeah... I just wanted to know if a man saying he loves another man was just too much. I mean, sure, anal sex, that's fine, but love... No way. That's just not possible.

but yeah. i liked it. something i don't think my dad would like, but something I think he should see cos it'll open up his views on that type of thing.

Being a cricketer, I can't escape homosexuality. It's everywhere I turn, and I have no problem with that. While it's not something I'd be keen on, I have no issues with other people. I mean I'm hardly in the position to object to it, am i? There are four girls in my indoor team who "swing the other way" and to be honest, I couldn't care less. It doesn't change them in any way and I think the world of them all.
And one of the funniest guys I knew at school was gay, and the best thing was he was comfortable with it. And it was awesome being able to talk about hot guys with him. He was class. Yay for Josh!

As Carson would say "Cheers for the Queers!!!!"

I'm back

2006-02-21T11:14:00.000+13:00

And i bet you're all thrilled.

Totally.

Anyways, I had a whole heap of stuff to say but now I don't remember what it was.

No morw Woolies, and I couldn't be happier. According to Graham, the place is falling apart without me. Yes.... that was the plan all along. HEHEHEHHE.

Only a month til U2.... very exciting. I'm pumped. And $130 bucks less off, but i think it'll be well worth double that. But i hope tall people don't stand infront of me, then I'll be screwed.

My friend Stacey is going to Korea today.... Darn it. We were gonna buddies, cos she failed stats too, and we'd do it again together and dominate. I'll wait for you Shamu!!!! We love you!

Yeah. I'm like the worst person in the world for cell phones. Firstly my vodafone one claps out, and yeah, then I change, reluctantly i may add, to telecom, and now that one doesn't work, so i'm stuck with a crap loan phone for 5-10 working days while they attempt to fix it. I don't like telecom. It smells, and it's not cheaper, really. Not at all. :(

I'm cricketless at the moment and it's driving me crazy... but after being sick I'd thrown any hope for outdoor (I reckon I could've made the development team this year.... as a bowler!! who'd believe that??!!!) out the window and now i'm focussing on indoor, but I don't know if I'll be well enough to hack it all, lots and lots of training, in the hope of making the Northern team and then at least attempt the NZ side. I wanna go to England!!!!

Oh well, at least there'll be a contiki either way :)

December already

2005-12-02T10:03:00.000+13:00

yep. and the end of the year has got me thinking how much I've wasted what I thought would be the best year of my life. But I'm not angry about that. Because now I know HOW to waste a year, I'll know how NOT to waste a year. Next year, onwards and upwards. Erika and I are gonna take indoor cricket by storm! And i mean it; I'm going to England in 2007 and it's not going to be just to sit on the bench. I've been there and done that, thank you Mark Cini.

But yeah, December brings Christmas. And I love it. Even more so since the twins were born. I can remember their first xmas, and our uncle bought them those little ride-on plastic fire engines, or ambulance, or whatever they were. They didn't care, all they wanted to do was sit the boxes. I've got this cute photo of each of them sitting in boxes and Matt and Andrew pushing them around the room, and they're giggling away. More fun than the plastic fire engine Poppa! Christmas is truly magical to kids, and that's why i reckon it's so cool.

But this year, the traditional family Christmas will be different. For one, my dumbass brother "forgot" to book tickets home from Dunedin early enough and now does not have enough cash to get a $400 ticket home. Silly. So my brother won't be around. No traditional Dawson backyard cricket on Xmas morning. Oh well, guess that means by default, I retain the Test Match Championship of the World. Hey, winning by default will probably be harder than ACTUALLY winning against Andrew.

But also, they'll be no "Dawson/Fairbrother" afternoon dinner at the Fairbrother house, where the boys can swim and play in the park and join us in some more cricket. But this year, it's not going to happen. I wonder if my aunt thought about the disappointment her grandsons and nephews will have not being able to share their toys together. I wonder if she thought about that over the past 18months she's been banging some random while my uncle was working. One would think not. The mention of the word "sue" tells me that she was only thinking of herself, what part of my uncle's hard earned millions she'd take. (my uncle owns a machinery producing company thing.... i don't know, he makes post-drivers.... and he's expanded to the US and he's worth heaps.)

So yeah. I think it's just going to be me, mummy, daddy and Nana this Dec. 25. And maybe Erika. No twins. No cousins. Weird. I'll have no-one to beat at cricket.

Cos really, that's what it's all about. :P

I forgot something off the list of hate.

2005-11-24T17:07:00.000+13:00

Yes, hate. A very strong word. I don't hate much but I tell you what I hate.

The word "tits".

It is the most vulgar terminology ever. I mean, I'm saying everyone should walk around calling them breasts, but tits is definately the most horrible word in history.

Everyone who ever uses it should get an arrow through their head.

Die all of you.

The Llama song.

2005-11-18T21:16:00.000+13:00

I totally implore you to go here. http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama.php

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Vickie, do it.

It takes a while to download if you're dial up, but well worth it.

Now, to lighten the mood. Things I like/enjoy unrivalled by all except what joins them on this list.

2005-11-18T20:03:00.000+13:00

westlife. Especially Shane. And I say that with no shame whatsoever. Pixie Caramels. Franglais. The fabulous four, well the other three members of the fabulous four. Family Guy. Going for a lesiurely drive in the rain. Fozzie, watching her have psychos. Funny. Chocolate milk. Watching Kevo sing/dance to Pussycat Dolls. Cricket, in almost all forms.

Erika. Ballads; big, soppy, girly, played-on-love-songs-'til-midnight-with-gael ballads. Simpsons...They'll never grow old. Chicken. Getting paid. Making blow off valve sounds when I change gears. Ben and Josh. (In fact all my little cousins. Not the older ones. They should've been on the last post.) Funny TV ads, like the Gravox ad, and the new ones with giant walking fruit. Music.

My teammates. Doing "Cosmo" quizes that are supposedly going to make me a better "new age female". Laughing at teenage girls who can so easily be put in a category like I don't like people doing, but you can spot them REALLY easily. Billy Joel. An ice-cold Coke back at the club after a win. Cycling. Christmas. My friends, if just work-mates or people I've known since I thought I was Fireman Sam. Scoring hundreds.

Get Over It. ("KEEP ICING YOUR FRONT BUM!!!!") Scrubs. Cookie time. Holdens. The Muppets. Holidays. Funny lecturers. Rire avec ma soeur. Richie McCaw. Making fun of JoJo and Hillary Duff. Out-witting people. Riding on grannymobiles. My family. Singing obnoxiously loud all the time, no matter who is present or what the occasion may be. Magna Doodles. Yeah, that's a good one. Puns. Pulp Sport. When Kiwi sportspeople do really cool things, like winning world cups and gold medals. When the All Blacks win and there's lots of pictures of Richie in the paper the next day!

Put me in a room with a Magna Doodle and I wouldn't come out for days. And only then it would be to pee.

Things I have a gross dislike for.

2005-11-15T15:27:00.000+13:00

Wind. Periods. Vijay. Boys who don't keep their word. Girls who don't keep their word. Arrogance. Bitchiness. Injuries. Maths. Sarah Pearson. Kumara. Avril Lavinge. Not having enough money to buy important people xmas presents.

People the say 'somefink'. Bushpig. Dean Flyger. Annoying customers. People who have odour problems. People who have odour problems without knowing they have odour problems. ricky Martin. Scott Styris. Missing "Family Guy". Headaches. When the internet won't work when you want it too.

Being lonely. Woolies uniforms. People who think they know me but they really don't. Whether that's if they think i'm a good person or a bad person, they're probably wrong either way. Ducks. Ducks are for losers. (Not ducks "i swim and go quack" ducks. Cricket ducks.) Exams. People who are from a different country who use that as an excuse for something after they've been here forever. Bad drivers - therefore pretty much everyone in central Auckland.

Being confused. Rain on a Saturday in the summer time. Early mornings. Alcohol. Drugs. Smoking, that's a big one. Science. Being lost, or the feeling you've lost either your keys, wallet or cell phone. Shopping queues. Boring books. Not being.... how can i say this.... attractive. hmmm. Linkin Park.

Letting people down. Being mean. Not having an explanation for something. Missing someone's birthday. Classical music. Not playing as well as you know you could. Grrr. That one pisses me off.

And people judging other's purely by dress sense, looks or rumours. Just because I'm not skinny and blonde doesn't mean that I'm not a decent person. But all through college that's what people are made to believe. Isn't that weird?
That's what I ahte the most, not being given a chance to prove yourself. In anything.

Random Collection of Thoughts.

2005-11-09T11:22:00.000+13:00

Yesterday, quite possibly, was the worst day of my life. You see I can't remember everyday of my life, but yesterday came pretty close to it. Firstly, I got up early thinking "i hate stats" and headed to my stats exam. But no, it's was in fact an afternoon exam and I had not just half an hour but 5 1/2 hours until my exam was on. Whoops. But at least i didn't do an Erika, who got her exam date wrong by 24hours. :) silly girl

So yeah, i then went out for breakfast witht he aforementioned silly girl and met with Genna to console about her and Andrei not being together anymore.

Then something really weird happened. And without going into it in tremendous detail, 1) because you'd all get bored and 2) because I do'nt think it's something you need to know, I stressed out. Something that most people would deal with made me cry hysterically and I was hyperventilating. Seriously, I thought if it went on for much longer I'd have to call an ambulance. (So, so dramatic) I did my best to force myself to calm down because I had an exam to go to, but for the next half hour I actually felt like I was as unstable as a drug addict.

Weird, since being ill I haven't been myself, which sucks, cos I like having Me around. Me is the only other person who appreciates my weirdness. I like Me.

But yes, I had something emailed to me the other day, from Mummy. Good friends are like angels, you don't have to see them to know that they are there.
How applicable, I thought upon reading this. Like my friends that aren't in Auckland, like Sam, and even then people like Nicola, Beesha, Ali and Shamu that I feel guilty I haven't seen for ages. BUt i thought, they're still there for me, which showed when I wasn't well. They were there for me. And somehow I knew it. Yay for friends.

My 5 exams in 5 days are over, now i have nothing to worry about academically until next year at Auckland Uni.
And soon, say Monday, hopefully I'll have an answer for all the crazy stuff that's been happenning to me recently. Hopefully that will be a yay too.

until then, i go on, taking my giant pill that makes you pee fluro, my 6 morning pills and popping a blue pill once a day that looks strangely like viagra.....

and if you're reading this, and you know who you are, I'm sorry but it's true, I'm overemotional and I can't control it. I don't know why but I can't handle anything at the moment. Somehow i expected you to understand that.
Obviously I was wrong.

life has lost all meaning.

2005-10-31T10:10:00.000+13:00

Richie is seeing someone else.

I'm heartbroken.

I mean, he's the father of my unborn twins dammit!!! (15months and still unborn kate!!!)

What am I to do? I don't rate against Jessie from Miss Popularity/ So You Wanna Be a Popstar.... I guess I just spend my life alone.

I know who's to blame. Ali Williams. If it weren't for his kareoke party where both Richie and Jessie were present then I'd still be blissfully obsessed, knowing that one day fate would bring us together and true love wouldn't be denied..... We'd live happily ever after with our millions of kids and be happy forever.

But thats not the case.
I need a box of Kleenex and four tubs of cookies and cream ice cream.

Actually.... you know what? That Jessie chick seems kinda cool, cos I've watched "so you wanna be a popstar" and she seems pretty cool and down to earth so i'm not bothered. If it was Nicky Watson, it would be a different story.

See, I'm not like Geneva. Every time she sees Dan's hockey playing girlfriend, Honour Dillon, she actually wants to kill her. I'm making sure they're never at the same place at the same time. Cos people think i'm obsessed.... (the onecard WASN'T my idea!!!) Geneva is 80 million times worse.

so yeah, just cos Richie has a girlfriend doesn't mean i don't think he's hot.... He's still damn fine and i'd still bang him any place any time.
:) :)

in front of you all.

I wish I were a monkey....

2005-10-17T13:19:00.000+13:00

you know you're getting old when you actually use the word "uncouth" in a sentence, and actually mean it. That's what i did today. I didnt know if i should laugh or cry.

Vanjee, remember the time at zoo? How many animals do you reckon i wanted to be?

short post

2005-10-10T16:50:00.000+13:00

for real this time.

My head hurts. I can't read, I can't type, I can't go to uni. Normally I'd be quite happy about this last fact but not this time. I have exams soon, like everyone else, and I'm not allowed to study so yeah, there goes passing stats.

But I did get to go to hospital for the first time. They have magical drugs that make you feel better. (now i sound like i've got some sort of drug dependency). But the food is yucky. Cold toast and prunes didn't quite satisfy my hash brown breakfast craving.

and there were all sorts of signs telling me to vote for Rosita. Not that I watch, but I'd vote for Nik if I did.

So yeah, I've got a really good blogging topic but considering I've got a headache and am struggling to see the screen out of my right eye, I'm thinking it may be a while until I can type it out.

mmmmmyes. no woolies. no cricket. no uni.
I'm not liking this at all. :(

Today must be my lucky day

2005-09-29T14:14:00.000+12:00

This post will be succinct, in Heather terms.

I have just returned from Browns Bay, after depositing the car so my mum can utilise it after work. I was sitting there waiting for a bus, as you do, minding your own business. Then I look up cos i sense someone looking at me, you know how that happens sometimes? You just get this feeling??? Yeah, that's what I got. So there's this young guy, about 15 I'd say, cap on sideways, basketball t shirt 5 sizes too big for him, skateboard in hand. Great, i think, I hate skaters. He's just staring at me and I have this game where if a random is staring at me, I stare back until they leave me alone. So the game begins. He says "hi" and comes over and sits down. Basically, he came over and asked where I was going, and why, and when he found out that I was a uni student, he seemed to get all excited. "oh i love older girls" right.......... Anywho, he said he'd buy me an iceblock if I hung out with him and his mates at the beach all day. I just said "I could go and buy my own 60c iceblock and go home and finish my important assignment" and he tried to tell me that it would be a waste of money when he's offering. "No no, it wouldn't be a waste, it would be a small price to pay to get rid of you." He looked dejected and walked away with his skatie mates laughing at him.
And the mid-30's man sitting next to me.

You see, for most girls I guess getting hit on is a regular occurance. But for me, I don't get hit on all that often for obvious reasons (not that I mind). So I was like HAHAHAHA i win. But before I'd finished laughing at Skater Boy (He was a skater boy i said see ya later boy, he's not good enough for her!) Mr Irish Greenpeace man comes up and asks if I'm over 18. Because I"m yet to get over the fact that, yes, I AM over 18 and classed as an adult, I said yes. He tried to get me to sign up to a Greenpeace thing, which I probab;y would've done were I not a poor student and paying for the twins. Lucky my bus was due soon and I told him that right from the start, "i'm interested but I have to catch the bus...."

so yeah, i tell him that i don't really have enough money to fill out his form. He then goes, 'well, this is another form which asks for your details so you can be contacted to accompany me to dinner over the weekend."
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me and the guy next to me laughed and the greenpeace guy kinda laughed too. "it was a little cheesy huh?"
YOU RECKON?????
saved by the 875, i ran and got on the bus, followed by mid 30's man.

I come to pay and mid30's man goes "actually, I'll pay for your ride if you come to my place..."
Slightly scared, my eyes wandered between him and the bus driver.
Mid 30's man slapped me on the back and laughed, "I'm just kidding, I almost got caught up in the trend."

Two guys hitting on Heather within 2mins of each toher. As I said to Erika, WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TOO???!!!!!!

lego man to the rescue!

2005-09-23T11:10:00.000+12:00

sometimes at here at uni, I feel like I'm in a different world. A world with it's own rules.

For those who don't know, I go to Massey. Yet this time next year, with all going according to plan, I'll be a happy little Auckland Uni camper. Watch out Shadz......
But Massey is different. It's the biggest small campus uni in the country, they like to call us a special breed.

Having been here almost 8 months i've realised that we are a special breed. We lack brains.
That's why we came here, isn't it?

And I don't mean that as in "we don't have brains so we went to Massey" way that's an insult. Compare that too "we don't have brains so we went to MIT"....
See what I mean?

Only Massey students would fall for the "$15 rugby season tickets!" flyers.... It wasn't $15 for the whole season, it was $15 a game. Someone wrote to the student magazine with a list of 25 people who were complaining abut false advertising. (anyone with brains would've realised that $15 for the whole season would've been an offer for the Knights or the Breakers....)

You can't walk into class without being stared at. You'd think people would rather focus on their lecture but no, if you walk in late, you get followed by approx 78% (i worked it out) of people in the room. All the way down the stairs, pushing past some dumb people who always sit on the end of the row and then get annoyed when you ask them to move, until you sit down, pull out your pencil case and notes, and a few of them will even look until you et so annoyed you look back at them. Angrily.

Parking is an entire other issue. The people here think "Small campus - small car park" So on the main campus, we have three carparks scattered. No-one like to park in the gravel car park - it's dirty, stones hit your car and if it's raining it takes you 7mins to get to class, and here at Massey there's no undercover parts at all. It's dumb.

So, because there's no parking you're always pressed to find one in the closest park possible. So students do endless circles. Me, i leave for uni half an hour before class, do a circle each car park, if unsuccessful - i park in the gravel. Exercise is good for you.
Others - they go round and round and round until they spot someone. It's like a vulture watching out for insignificant morsels of food. They see you and they pounce.
They follow you while you walk, barely breaking 5kph, follow follow follow, until you get to your car when they sit and wait for your space.

so what do i do? I get into the car and turn the music up and just sit there. I text or call someone, mess around in my bag, or i just sit there doing nothing. It's my way of saying "don't stalk me loser! Now you don't get my park... I'll beat you at your own game."
Eventually one of us will tire and move on, and I'll give you a hint, I've never had anything in my way when reversing :)

No-one can drive, or walk for that matter, in a straight line. There must've been a memo I've missed about correct stairwell ettiquite. and if you use the lifts (Geneva's on crutches and has elevator-phobia) people don't wait for you to get out before they get in. GIVE WAY PEOPLE!

mmmyes. There is much more. Our ex-student president is being accused of attempting to religiously brainwash everyone last year, our student magazine is accusing students of stealing, my stats lecturer has stated more than once that we are not to ask questions, for they waste time. Stuff learning, we are not here to learn!

eheheheheh - i'm in computer lab, no eating allowed. i just ate. :) Suck on that computer techinician - i'm so important that i wear a fluro vest-man!
You're not important.... so much so that i didn't ven give you the compliment of spelling your "title" right.
Robot tigers will maul you all.

Moral of the story; people on crutches need right of way.

So it's election day

2005-09-17T13:40:00.000+12:00

I'm so excited!

okay, you got me. I really couldn't care. For years I've said that my strongest political opinions are about other countries, such as Zimbabwe, so much so that I've got several books on Robert Mugabe on the horrible stuff he's done there. I dont own books about Helen or Don. Thankfully.

But being a first time voter and hearing all the famous people on those radio ads telling me that i have to make an informed choice, that it's my right as a New Zealander, i decided to pay a little bit more attention to what was going on.
And what did I decide???
That I could be a politician, easy. That's if this election is anything to go by.

Here's my reasoning. All they've done is take the piss out of each other. Thrown insults around. I mean, we've all seen the footage from Mark Sainsbury on the news of all of the MP's sitting around yelling over the top of each other. Just sounds like what happens on court at indoor. And I'm usually yelling the most, mostly irrelevant things right in the batter's face.

Don's blamed Helen for speeding. Helen's called Don a liar. Winston's just hurled abuse at anyone he sees in front of him, and then claimed that he'll be willing to join with whichever of the main two parties has the most votes. Hmmm.

While I'm not silly enough to think that politicians are all friends, I did think that the MAIN idea behind an election campaign was to promote your own policies. You know, we'll lower taxes, we'll take care of your kiddies, we'll have tougher criminal laws. But this year it's been like "we'll shoot down everyone else - cos reality is none of us have really good policies so if we win the argument, we'll win the election. We're out to make everyone else look bad."

Helen looked bad when she was caught doing 170kph to get to the rugby (and she doesn't even know that a flanker is a forward..... Richie told me that)
Don looked bad when he said he had nothing to do with the exclusive breathern flyers, and then two days later admits that he actually did know about them all along.
The Greens just look funny cos of Nandor.
And Winny, poor Winny. He hates foreginers. Especially Asians by the sounds of things. Don't think he made a lot fans with them in that immigration speech.

If all you have to do to be a politician is make other people look like fools and insult them, I think I'd be pretty good. I never miss a chance to "extract the urine".... My teammates know all about that.

And even though it wasn't in the campaign, the funniest thing was when Don got mud in his face at Orewa. HAHAHAHAHAH!!!! If only it was poo.
And that's not to say I dont like National. I just don't like politics. It could've been any of them and I'd have still found it funny. Even if Richie had got mud thrown at him I would've laughed. The old mud in the face number. Never fails.

But I voted. I went along with Mummy and Daddy and stood in line and ticked the circles and deposited my form in the big white box. And took a "YES! I'VE VOTED" sticker.... I put it on my Mum's butt and she went to the supermarket and back again before she realised it was there.
The experience was a load of ass to me. Not special. Something I wouldn't have done if it weren't for people frowning upon me becuase of it. which means I'd have no right to complain for the next three years about anything. But then it would definately fire me up enough to vote next time wouldn't it?

But yeah, something that was really exciting is that my name was right at the top of the page.
It's cos I'm cool.

i guess this is reality

2005-09-11T13:21:00.000+12:00

to me, my mind is never boring. I"m known as quite a random person but y'all should try living inside this messed up head o'mine. It's funky, never dull and often quite a pain in the bum when one is trying to study and one's mind is suddenly elsewhere, such as wondering how much it would cost to paint the Harbour Bridge. (Grey is soooooo 1975 people!)

But where i'm going with this is that my thoughts, which are frequently represented on this blog, must not be amusing to anyone else anymore. There was a while there where i thought i was dominating at this blog business, I even made it to the coverted "Post of the day" slot twice, from memory, on Sam's blog. (www.buymytortillachips.blogspot.com)

But alas, no more. I have not had comments on my last posts :( Does this mean you don't love me anymore? WHERE IS THE LOVE PEOPLE???? HAS IT GONE???? or does it mean that simply, uni is taking up too much for your precious time to either a) read my blog or b) if you do read it, you don't have time for comments for there are much better things to look into such as organ systems and regression. (I hate stats)

I will say here that yes, uni takes up a lot of my time too, or rephrasing that, SHOULD take up a lot of my time. I should be putting a lot of effort into this but i'm not. Leaving assignments to the last night and still averaging a B. But i'm busy too you know!!! If i can find the time to post, how come you can't find the time to comment???!!!!!!!

I know, it's cos i dont comment, isn't it?

Well, that's a lie, i usually comment on every post i read if it stirs me enough to do so.

Maybe i need more interesting topics.

I have a VERY intersting topic.......... but can't share it. :( Dam swearing on the life of my godsons!

to the people of the gulf coast

2005-09-06T16:48:00.000+12:00

i know it probably seems easy for me sitting in Auckland to say all of this but I am truly sorry about the devestating hurricane that has ripped through your cities and states. My heart goes out to everyone who lost their homes, loved ones, memories and keepsakes, lost their eintire life and hope in this twist of nature. It's so hard when there's no-one to blame, like the boxing day tsunami - there is no-one who can be blamed, no-one to bring to justice over the deaths and starvation of so many people.

It must feel like you've lost all hope, all purpose of life. But i ask you to look deep and find your inspiration, whatever source you feel, and do not give up. Whether you believe or not, I know God will not desert his children in their time of need, so keep strong. Not only my prayers but thousands will be with you in this one. We got your back. What you're searching for and in such desperate need for will come, please don't lose your faith.

I wish i could do something. I am a relatively poor student and i can't give anywhere near the ammount of cash to make a difference, but i'd love to be there helping cook you some warm dinners, bringing you the water you long for. And this may seem a whole bunch of crap to you in this time but i mean it. I wish i could help. If i was there, i would be. And it's not much but it's the best i can offer you.

We cannot grow without the rain, i pray we make it through this pain.

All my prayers, love and wishes,

Heather
New Zealand.

all the these things that i have done

2005-08-28T17:13:00.000+12:00

and with my blah about how much i hate all those email-and-pass-it-on things i thought this would be good to put on the blog.

"put an x next to everything you've done"

( ) Smoked a cigarette
( x ) crashed a car
( ) Got drunk with a good friend
( ) stolen a car
( ) Been in love
(x) Been dumped
( ) shoplifted
( ) been fired
( x) been in a fist fight
( ) snuck out of your parent's house
( ) been arrested
( x ) gone on a blind date
( x ) skipped school
( x) seen someone die
( x ) been on a plane
( ) purposely set a part of yourself on fire
( ) eaten Sushi
( ) been skiing
( x ) been moshing at a concert
( x ) taken painkillers
( x ) love someone or miss someone right now
( x ) laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by
( ) made a snow angel
( x ) had a tea party
( x ) flown a kite
( x ) built a sand castle
( x ) gone puddle jumping
( x ) played dress up
( x ) jumped into a pile of leaves
( ) gone sledding
( x ) cheated while playing a game
( x ) been lonely
( ) fallen asleep at work/school
( ) used a fake id
( x ) watched the sun set
( ) felt an earthquake/tremour
( ) touched a snake
( x ) slept beneath the stars
( x ) been tickled
( ) been robbed
( x ) been misunderstood
( x) petted a reindeer/goat
( x ) won a contest
( ) run a red light
( ) been suspended from school
( x ) been in a car crash (but not a serious one)
( x ) had braces
( ) eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
( x ) had deja vu
( x ) danced in the moonlight
( x ) liked the way you look
( x) witnessed a crime
( x ) questioned your heart
( x ) been obsessed with post-it notes (what do you reckon, Larry??)
( x ) squished barefoot through the mud
( x ) been lost
( x ) been to the opposite side of the country
( x ) swam in the ocean
( x ) felt like dying
( x ) cried yourself to sleep
( ) played cops and robbers
( x ) recently colored with crayons
( x ) sung karaoke
( ) paid for a meal with only coins
( x ) made prank phone calls
(x) laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose
( ) caught a snowflake on your tongue
( x ) danced in the rain
( x ) written a letter to Santa Clause
( x ) been kissed under a mistletoe
( x ) watched the sun rise with someone you care about
( x ) blown bubbles
( x ) made a bonfire on the beach
( ) crashed a party
( x ) gone rollerskating
( x) had a wish come true
( ) Worn pearls
(x) jumped off a bridge
( ) ate dog/cat food
( x ) told a complete stranger you loved them
( ) kissed a mirror
( x ) sang in the shower
( x ) had a dream that you married someone (a recurring one, actually...)
( x ) glued your hand to something
( ) got your tongue stuck to a flag pole
( ) kissed a fish
( x) sat on a roof top
( x ) screamed at the top of your lungs
( ) done a one-handed cartwheel
( ) talked on the phone for more than 6 hours
( x ) stayed up all night
( ) didn't take a shower for a week
( x ) pick and ate an apple right off the tree
( x ) climbed a tree
( x ) had a tree house
( ) are scared to watch scary movies alone
( ) believe in ghosts
( ) have more then 30 pairs of shoes
( x) worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others say
( ) gone streaking
( ) gone doorbell ditching
( x ) played chicken
( x ) jumped into a pool/hot tub/lake with all your clothes on
(x) been told you're hot by a complete stranger
(x) broken a bone
( x ) been easily amused
( x ) caught a fish then ate it
( x ) caught a butterfly
( x ) laughed so hard you cried
( x ) cried so hard you laughed
( x ) cheated on a test
( x ) have a Britney Spears CD (And still listen every now and again)
( x ) Forgotten someones name
( ) French braided someone s hair
( ) Gone skinny dipping in a pool (Face chickened out)
(x) Been threatened to be kicked out of your house
( ) been kicked out your house
( x ) Had a fantasy over someone you love as a good friend (ROD!!)
( ) sun tanned naked
( x ) Worn your parents shoes
( x ) Been lied to by somebody you really cared about.

it really irks me!!!!!!!!

2005-08-25T08:37:00.000+12:00

People i know, love and respect can be so dumb! Or maybe they do it just to annoy others, which is usually the sole reason i pass things like this on.

I'm sure i'm not the only one who received an email like this recently:

I got this from one of my good friends. Good will happen!! LISTEN TO THIS
LETTER AND GOOD LUCK!!!!! Sorry, but this chain letter is for real. When
Anne Wichert got it for the first time, she ignored it and a week later the love of her life dumped her for no good reason so BEWARE, and just send the stupid letter!!!!!!

The Lovers of the Heart
In order to form a more perfect kiss, enable the mighty hug to promote to whom we please but one kiss.

Article 1:Statement of Love:
The Kiss
1. Kiss on the hand = I adore you
2. Kiss on the cheek = I just want to be friends
3. Kiss on the neck = I want you
4. Kiss on the lips = I love you
5. Kiss on the ears = I am just playing
6. Kiss anywhere else = lets not get carried away
7. Look in your eyes = kiss me
8. Playing with your hair = I can't live without you
9. Hand on your waist = I love you to much to let you go

Article 2: The Three Steps
1. Girls: If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him.
2. Guys: If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good.
3. Guys & Girls: Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare.

Article 3: The Commandments
1. Thou shall not squeeze too hard.
2. Thou shall not ask for a kiss, but take one.
3. Thou shall kiss at every opportunity.

Here are a few reasons why guys like girls:
1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo
2. The way they call you after you just had a big fight.
3. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an
hour later....
4. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them
5. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you"
6. Actually ... just the way they kiss you...
7. The way they fall into your arms when they cry
8. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly
9. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt
10. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't
admit it)!
11. The way they say "I miss you"
12. The way you miss them
13.The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore.....

This chain started in 1997.
It is a love chain letter.
In an hour you are supposed to send it to 25 people. It is easy, just look
into chat rooms and find them. Anyway, send it to 25 people in 1 hour.
Now here comes the fun part. You then say the name of the person you like or love and then the person will say "I love you," or "Will you go out with me?"

NO JOKE!!!!! NOW THE CONSEQUENCES

The consequences are: If you break the chain letter, you will have bad luck in future relationships.

If you don't break the chain, then you will be a happy camper!!!
CoNgRatULaTioNs!! You have been chosen to participate in the LONGEST and
the LUCKIEST chain letter on the Internet! Once you read, this letter you must IMMEDIATELY (meaning within the hour) be sent to 25 people After you send it, make a wish and it will come TRUE YOU MAY NOT WAIT FOR A CERTAIN TIME TO SEND IT........
REMEMBER, IT MUST BE SENT TO 25 PEOPLE WITHIN 1 HOUR, OR YOUR WISH WILL
NOT COME TRUE! If THIS CHAIN LETTER IS CONTINUED UNTIL THE YEAR 2006, IT WILL BE PLACED IN THE GUINNESS BOOK OF WORLD RECORDS! PLEASE CONTINUE IT NOW!!!
*WARNING* IF YOU DO NOT PASS THIS ON, SOMETHING BAD OR WORSE WILL HAPPEN TO YOU: *NOTE* THE MORE PEOPLE YOU SEND THIS TO THE MORE LUCK YOU WILL HAVE IN YOUR LOVE LIFE. IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN LETTER (IT HAS BEEN GOING SINCE1997) YOU WILL HAVE BAD LUCK WITH YOUR LOVE LIFE FOR SEVEN YEARS. THIS IS NO JOKE. GOOD
LUCK!!!!!

I'll let you take that in for a minute.

I have a few points I want to make:

* Who the heck is Anne Wichert???

* More importantly..... Who ACTUALLY cares???

* If the love of your life dumps you for no reason, he's not the love of your life. Anne must've been quite a lovesick puppy after that one.

so yes, while it's quite cute, the whole "the way she smells so good" idea, I don't believe for a second that it's true.

Maybe I'll be proved wrong, cos i'm not forwarding it. Maybe I'll be the next Anne Wichert..... Oh no!

To me, the person who started this all got it right in the first paragraph when they said "send the STUPID letter!"

That's some great confidence you have in your own work there.

And if it does make the Guiness Book of Records, I'll laugh at you all for doing it. But I won't concede I'm wrong, cos it will still be stupid. Mind you, most of the things it that book are.

To me, it's all a load of ass.

2005-08-24T09:27:00.000+12:00

Caught between emotions, it's easy to make mistakes
Often to save a treasure there's risks that one must take
And when the storm is over, waves settle in your heart
I'll stand firm as your friend like I've said right from the start

Love always has it's price and I feel you're cashing in
Despite all that i've said it seems I'll never win
All these thoughts in my head, caught between right and wrong,
I never meant to hurt you and I said that all along

Foolishly I took your feelings and didn't handle them with care,
The fact that I'm to blame for this is more than I can bare,
And I do apologise, with everything I am,
I pray that I can make it right, so I'm doing everything I can.

Selfish as it may be, I'm feeling all locked up inside,
Stupid as it may sound, at risk here is my pride.
I feel like I've been falling straight towards the ground
And now it's clear to me, the reality I've found.

It's time to discover the courage I claim to have, prepare to take a stand
Return to who I say I am, put my life in my own hands
It seemed I had just spread my wings and was learning how to fly,
There's so much that I have to do, my heart's one thing I can't deny

I know it won't be easy, as I turn to walk away
And still I'm not so sure if I've said all I want to say
I won't turn to look over my shoulder, it hurts to catch your eye,
Although we're hurting deep inside, it would hurt more to see you cry.

If i was an honest person....

2005-08-12T20:48:00.000+12:00

I'd tell all the customers at woolies what i really think of them. I mean seriously, you're all in a hurry, but have you ever stopped to think about how I'm feeling? Standing in the most hideous green pin stripe uniform and having to be nice to everyone. Even if they're not nice to me. And i know, that's my job, to serve, but there are some people to whom i wish i could say what i really feel. Here are some i'm dying to crack out.

"you have really ugly hair, miss" (this one goes out to the lady with flaming red hair with the two giant white fluffy dogs.... and just so happens to be one of my tutors at uni)

"just cos you choose to smoke and kill yourself doesn't mean i want you to share it with me." If they get really close you can even tell if they smoke menthols.

"Lady, I may work here, but that doesn't mean i know every single product in the store and it's corresponding price and location!"

"You may be in a hurry to get out of here, but I"ve got 5 hours so I'm gonna take my time cos i think you're really rude."

"i can tell when you're lying. so i'm not gonna take the discount off for you cos i know you don't actually own a onecard."

"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD LADY IT'S A DOLLAR??? WHY ARE YOU BEING SO ANAL ABOUT THE REFUND???"

"yes, you may have been standing in that line for 5 mins, but i've been standing behind this checkout for 5 hours so shut up."

"i'm so sorry i seem to be doing everything wrong. Here, how about i do us both a favour and go home, and you can serve yourself and everybody else the right way and see how you like it!"

"Look, mister, you dropped the eggs, therefore, the store won't replace them. Our excahnge policy doesn't have a dumbass clause!"

Basically, people, i've been at Woolies almost 4 years. So what i'm trying to say is that i know how to do my job. So don't question me. I've got the keys for a reason - cos i know what i'm doing - so please don't cross me.

And yes, you may have had a bad day at work, be sick of waiting in line, and be in a bad mood. But i've just come from a day at uni, tired, hungry and bored. and underpaid. All you have to do is get your shopping and go. Me? I have to pretend to be nice to hundreds of pissed off people, like yourselves, for hours.

Bear that in mind next time you wanna lash out the the checkout operator. They may not be the best checkout operator you've come across, but have you ever thought you may not be the nicest customer they've come across??

Remember: Checkout operators are people too. We have hearts and feelings too you know......

"so turn them on, turn on those sad songs..."

2005-08-11T14:57:00.000+12:00

They reach into your room(wooooaaahh)
Just feel their gentle touch
When all hope is gone
Sad songs say so much

good old elton john.....

well i'm not talking about just elton john here, nor plain sad songs. But i'm a really good one for assigning songs to certain fascits of my life. I'm sure you've all got great examples of me doing this. (prime example is jumping up and over the BBQ table in B block, landing in front of Beesha and pelvic thrusting my way through Toxic)

Yeah, but i was thinking while driving (ooooh multitasking! See Carl, it does exsit!) that songs can so easily sum up your thoughts or feelings. Here are a few examples

my father's fixation on over-protection:

'Cause I'm just a girl I'd rather not be '
Cause they won't let me drive late at night
I'm just a girl, guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes
Oh...I've had it up to here!
Oh...am I making myself clear?
I'm just a girl I'm just a girl in the world...
That's all that you'll let me be!
I'm just a girl, living in captivity
Your rule of thumb makes me worry some
(No Doubt - Just A Girl)

and similarly

I'm not a girl
There is no need to protect me
Its time that I learn to face up to this on my own
I've seen so much more than u know now
So don't tell me to shut my eyes
(Britney - Not a Girl (not yet a woman) brackets compulsary)

Raising my boys:

If I had just one wish, only one demand
I hope he's not like me I hope he understands
That he can take this life and hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world with arms wide open...
With arms wide open under the sunlight
Welcome to this place I'll show you everything
With arms wide open now everything has changed
I'll show you love I'll show you everything
(Creed - With Arms Wide Open)

Faith

I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
And the reason is You
(Hoobastank - The Reason)

and more recently
I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the sun
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship You
I can only imagine
(Mercy Me - I Can Only Imagine)

Dean Flyger
After all you put me through
You'd think I despise you
But in the end, I wanna thank you'
Cause you make me that much stronger

After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But, oh no, you're wrong'
Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
(Christina Aguilera - Fighter)

Cricket - when things aren't going my way. (in fact life, when things aren't going my way)
Just like a boxer in a title fight you got to walk in that ring all alone
You're not the only one who's made mistakes
But they're the only thing that you can truly call your own
Don't forget your second wind
Wait in that corner until that breeze blows in
(Billy Joel - You're Only Human)

My brother, Andrew
If I could, then I would,I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go
And maybe, I'll find out a way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days
If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all
Well then I hope there's someone out there who can bring me back to you
(The Calling - Where You Will Go)

Erika & Sam
Now my loyalty, will always be
With you, if you just promise me
That you'll stay real just like you are
'Cause baby you don't have to change (no
You don't know how much you mean to me
Whenever you down you know that you can lean on me
No matter the situation
I'm gon' hold you down
(J.Lo & some rapper dude - Hold You Down)

But me..... how do i feel about me? What song sums me up????
Ummm, there's plenty. But at the moment, I'll go for this one.

She loves to dance she loves to sing
she does everything
she loves to move she loves to groove
she loves a lot of things
(Rise Against - Anyway You Want It)

Hey, that was a fun game to play. I bet you're all bored out of your tree by now. Any suggestions to add to the list???
(and bagwell - you don't count, for you will bring negativity)

just cos i can

2005-08-04T17:00:00.000+12:00

The best i've ever had

2005-08-04T15:58:00.000+12:00

warning: this post is emotional and girly.

as far as hugging goes, i'm pretty certain i've got it down. I mean, hugs can mean more or less than what you want them too. It's an acquired skill (man i've gotta stop using that phrase, everything is a acquired skill nowadays!) and you gotta know what hug suits what moment, and what person.

I will go as far as to say that the best hug i've ever had came from a boy, and the two consistantly best huggers i know are also boys. Sam and Jakes, they must've gone through a crash course on hugging cos they nail it every time. I'm nowhere near them in terms of hugging expertise. And now they're both overseas..... I know i'm not the only girl here that's wishing i could have a Jacob or Sam hug right now.

But the best i've ever had was my boy next door. My childhood friend. One of his first memories involved eating cookies on my balcony while we threw stones at cars. (not big ones, my deck used to have this like pebbley stuff on it, about the size of hundreds and thousands, so there was no damage to passing vehicles.) The boy who I played mini ball with all through primary school and we used to make fun of his last name together. (and i somewhat recall having his dad get angry at me for some reason.... not sure why, but how could someone possibly be angry with 8 year old heather??)

We drifted apart for two years at intermediate, but re-united once more at college. Il parle francais plus bien que moi. He dominates at basketball, which i'll say i played a part in just for my claim to fame. And he's developed into a big hottie. And a pretty damn fine head boy too, i may add.

Jarred Riseborough.

I think the basis of the hug was that there's so much history that we'd kinda forgotten about until we caught each other's tear-filled eyes on that emotional last day of school. We'd said goodbye and hugged a whole heap of people in a short space of time, but that was different.
Hugging Jarred, saying goodbye to him, was pretty much me saying goodbye to Rangi.

He's a bit taller than me but we made it work. I'll never forget how tight we held each other and we both cried, pretty hard too. We didn't wanna let go. I knew that he was one of those people that no matter how hard you try, and want to keep in touch, he wasn't gonna be someone i saw every week. I'd seen him everyday for pretty much my whole school life and i knew that once that hug was over, that was pretty much it.

you know how they say actions speak louder than words? Or, for a song reference "more than words is all i ever needed you to do, then you wouldn't have to say that you love me, cos i'd already know" (westlife's cover was really good)?? Well yeah, that's what the hug was.

It was the bestest hug i've ever had and i know that'll be my enduring image and memory of Jarred.

(what's the bet he's already forgotten it.)

Ode to Rod

2005-07-25T18:01:00.000+12:00

Okay, so my pretend husband (next to richie of course, who's my real husband.....) has read my blog and is gutted that he hardly makes a mention. So, in celebration of National Poetry Day and of course, Rodney, I'll leave you with the following.

I once had a dream
For some strange reason
I fell in love with a man
From my indoor season

But it's not to be
He has an awesome wife
We cannot be together
In real life

and now it's a story,
an on-going joke
(I'm allergic to egg white,
not the egg yolk)

But alas he still cares,
His present was the best
after reading this blog
He gave his fluro vest

He loves to play cricket,
and wow! so do i
He's a great batter
and an better guy

I pretend I don't want him
Or so it may seem
Until it's my bedtime
and then i can dream......

there rod, hope that satisfies.

and it's true.

i am allergic to egg white.

today is my birthday

2005-07-22T15:00:00.000+12:00

yes, correct. I share my magical day with Scott Dixon, my half-blind-from-being-smacked-in-the-face-with-an-indoor-cricket-ball-which-doesn't-bode-well-for-me Uncle Robbie and someone from my 4th form french text book. but this year, there's another festivity to add to the list.

NATIONAL POETRY DAY!

of course this totally over-shadows my birthday, as that's not on a national scale, and Dion Nash and Conrad Smith weren't on TV1 news singing Happy Birthday Heather. so i informed everyone of this, and i must commened Nicola Jayne Best on this stunning effort.

That's fantastic,
totally bombastic,
I tried to write a poem
but it's a bit spastic

How can anyone top that?

but she did it again.... bloody fantastic!

I just saw Mr Kitchen, not Mr Mitchen
Standing in his shed, his hair white, not red,
Building a shelf, on which he can keep Ralph!

(footnote: in fourth form maths Alison, Beesha, Shamu and I all decided to call Mr Kitchen's vest Ralph, just cos we could.)

so yes, i don't think anyone could top those, especially the first one.

I'd like to see you try.

World Wide Web William Wallace

Thanks for those who text/emailed me, very kind.
And those who didn't, I'm out to kill you all.

i'm 19.
which is almost 20
which is halfway to 40
which is ten years away from 50
after which life starts going downhill

wish i was 18 again.....

every wardrobe needs one.

2005-07-19T18:03:00.000+12:00

The fluro vest.

Now, another piece of clothing i think has hidden benefits. Much like the pajama shirt of a few posts ago, the fluro vest is under rated. However unlike it's night time cousin, the fluro vest isn't having issues about not being everyone's favourite piece of coutour (to quote Carson).
Far from it.
The fluro vest knows that it's upsides are only reserved for those who show faith in it in the first place.

We all know the one: The "I'm a road worker and wearing this so you don't wipe out my legs" vest. The "we're ambulance staff to assist the dozens of teenage girls over excited by michael murphy's appearence at Christmas in the Park" vest. and the generic, "I dont really have a use, but i'm here to tell you you're not allowed through here, even though i can't give you a reason" vest.
And the vest that is hidden away in the back of the cupboard at woolies, which we're supposed to wear when we do trollies. But no-one ever does. Except the full time trolley man.
Probably because he's the full time trolley man.... if you groove to my beat.

BUT WAIT! THERE"S MORE! If you order within the next 15mins, and pay by credit card, we'll throw in this free set of stainless steel steak knives!
(Not really........ but have you noticed how it's always steak knives!!??!!!)

So yes, recently while meandering my way up the south bound on ramp at constellation drive, i thought about the fluro vest, it's purposes and it's possiblities. And how it's not much of a fashion item, unless you're a Village people fan. (Young man, there's no need to feel down i said young man, pick yourself off the ground...)

But then i had an epiphany.

If you wear a fluro vest you can get anywhere.

Think about it. At the cricket, or rugby, people with fluro vests walk in and out of the players' tunnel with gay abandon. No-one stops them. No-one even thinks twice about them. They have pretty much free, unlimited access anywhere in the ground.

Same at the Michael Murphy concert. People at front of stage, fluro vest. People at side of stage, fluro vest. People backstage, fluro vest.
Hmmmm, i see a trend.

I do realise that maybe the fluro vest alone won't guarentee immediate access everywhere, but with the right accessories....

A torch. (Because lots of them carry a torch)
A walkie talkie. (Also another "can get you almost anywhere" item... must be accompanied with good 'i'm having an important conversation' face)
And a name badge. (doesn't need to be special. I reckon just as long as it has a picture and a name, it could get you in. It could be Gran's senior citizen card for all they care. They just look for the tag, not at it.)

So there. I'm gonna get a fluro vest and try it out. I'm ear marking a warriors game. Dunno why, but Ericsson seems like a good place to do it.
I'm sure you can acquire a fluro vest from the likes of Mitre 10 (Vanjee & Sham - a little help on this one?)
It's a flawless plan.

Have fluro vest, will get into things for free.

welcome to psych 102, lecture one

2005-07-19T17:38:00.000+12:00

G rilled
E lephants
N ever
E lapse
V arnished
A irplanes

H ungry
E lephants
A nd
T angerines
H urt
E dgar's
R ump

That's right............. we're back!

Post it notes

2005-07-09T22:07:00.000+12:00

things on my mind, not in any order of importance.....

* I am the worst spectator of my own team in the world. Even when they're winning.

* People tell me i'm prone to being "far too nice" but i often feel i'm selfish and talk over people alot.

* I need money, although i wish i didn't, and i also need to stop raking up $200 phone bills.

* I have three jobs, yet still spend the majority of my holiday time in bed.

* I'd marry Richie McCaw in an instant. He wouldn't even have to ask.

* There's some messed up people in this world. Blowing people and things up isn't cool, and i struggle to believe it's all in the name of religion.

* Where in any bible does it say blowing your fellow man up is the right, honourable thing to do?

* I wish I was in London, even making tea for people in hospital would satisfy my urge to make a difference.

* The All Blacks are great. I love rugby. I love Richie. But we shouldn't just have to be playing the lions to be this supportive. We should "STAND IN BLACK" for 12months of every year.

*Man i want an I POD.

* The Black Caps should go to Zimbabwe, and gang tackle Robert Mugabe, therefore saving the nation.

* My finger is better, but i reckon it still won't help me catch.

* Why, in general, are league players better looking than union players? (Not counting one particular flanker)

* Rod and Emma are wicked.

* So is Miriama.

* How is Darcy?

* My dad is whistling the national anthem, which shows how much the nation has got in behind the All Blacks. Crikey, next he'll know the words.

* Why doesn't love last forever all the time?

* Why do i get myself into really Hollywood type situations, and always laugh when it's usually a really serious matter that laughing doesn't help rectify?

* Why didn't a sexy Irish Lions supporter sweep me off my feet??

* Or even just one foot?

* I know, it's cos of Richie.

* ahhhh Richie.

* Am i ever going to be normal??

* Why don't I see my school friends more often? They must think I'm a selfish bi-atch!

* And why is Chad Michael Murray so damn hot!???????

Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game - Can you believe that came from a Hillary Duff movie?

a burning question

2005-07-06T16:27:00.000+12:00

Why do pajamas have pockets?

It's not as if you can put anything in them, especially the placed-directly-over-chest pockets. It's fine to have them on business shirt, i for one at woolies use mine to keep a pen in, or any notes i write myself about exactly why i contiune working at a lowly supermarket. Also, it lets me know where to allign my name badge.

But come bed time, there's no name badge, no pens, no notes.... so why the need for a pocket? If i were to place something, anything, in this pocket it runs the risk of being very uncomfortable. Not too wise on the design front there. Or the praciticality front either.

My mum suggested perhaps for when people get colds, and they could keep tissues in the pocket. Okay, points to my mum for actually trying to come up with a logical reason, but seriously, who would do that? Firstly you'd have to fold the tissue rather pristinely to fit into the pocket, and secondly, it wouldn't stay in there for very long, would it? and what if you, in your "i've got a cold and I'm not thinking straight, especially cos i'm not really awake" ness put a USED tissue in the pocket, and that falls out........ then you're lying on it....
Some how i think not.

So, maybe it's not a logical decision. Maybe it's a fashion decision. Like the pajama top is under rated. Not given the respect it deserves. SO! They at the pajama making factory decide to boost it's ego and give it a pocket. Therefore, the shirt can believe it's classy, because anything with a collar AND a pocket deserves to be worn not only at night. See, now the pajama top is a pseudo-stylie shirt, a different type of evening wear.

I think that's it. The pocket is a small price to pay for the sanity and self-belief of the pajama top.

bus.slinky.bus.slinky.bus.slinky.

2005-06-29T17:46:00.000+12:00

i took a bus into town and back again today. not the same bus, nor one after another. I had some stuff to do in town and it was the first time i'd made the journey at rush hour both ways. I tried hard to fit in with my professional person look.

On the way back, a girl who looked about 14 or 15 sat in front of me. Funny, my first thought was "she looks foreign." but anywho. i digress. One would think the poor girl had never seen a bus before, let alone ridden one. With each ring of the buzzer and it's corresponding light flashing, her eyes would dart up excitedly and she'd search the vehicle for who was departing. Everytime. And there were a lot of people on this bus. She must love public transport.

Then there was the slinky. Yes, the old multi-coloured, fun-to-roll-down-stairs slinky. She started quite sedate, slowly tipping the slinky end on end, seemingly mesmorised by the colours. BUT HARK! Then there was violent thrashing of the slinky, side to side, which would totally violate the regulations and can only be fairly described as improper usage of a slinky.

you see seated directly behind her listening to my discman in blissful ignorance, i could see all but was oblivious to the noise. Slinky's aren't silent. And everyone in the front half of the bus was staring at each other, willing her with stares to quit the incessant rattling. But it continued, until she disembarked and there were relieved faces all around.

Except for this elderly asian couple, who were prattling away to each other quite worringly, as if they'd got on the wrong bus and were frantically trying to identify landmarks to orientate themselves. ......

whoops

2005-06-28T20:45:00.000+12:00

me kate and krusty headed into taka for a pub quiz at an Irish pub. but low and behold, i forgot the Lions were punishing manawatu tonight, so there were some british people there and the quiz postponed til tomorrow. Gutted

sure to not waste our venture, (kate had got over-flashed up for the occasion) we stayed, the girls partaking in alcoholic beverages (no thank you i'm driving) and I also down one of the best ice cream sundaes i've ever had. It was heavenly.

and point of story: we then floated into the pokies cos i'd never had a go before. krusty, who bragged about winning money when she was toasted, lead the way and she won nothing. Me??? I put in my two dollars and pushed every button on the screen until it moved. over and over and over again. until i found that pushing them in a certain order made a melody. hence i began to explore, and i swear i had the intro to "born in the USA" going there for a mintue.
The screen kept sayin i'd won something but it was lying, that's probably how everyone becomes addicted, but i was so much more satisfied with my music.

moral of the story: Gambling is bad.

"been working so hard, (DUN DUN) I'm punching my card"

2005-06-24T20:51:00.000+12:00

8 hours, for what!!! Oh tell me what i got....
I got this feeling that times just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling, or else i'll tear up this town.............

people really underrate "Footloose" as a song. Personally i think it's baptastic and it scores very highly on my all time favourite kareokeing list. Yet to see the movie though. Kevin Bacon just makes me go "Dammit i wish i had some bacon!!!"

really wanna tear up the town though. that would be fun.

I've decided that Marc Ellis and i are gonna make a TV show together. Yet to figure out what it will be called or it's subject matter, but hey that's not important.

I'm working three jobs at the moment. I'm training full time as a bank teller at my mummy's bank, which means i sit and watch people work/check emails for $14p/hr. Not bad. Then i valmorphonise into either a) a checkout operator or b) a swim teacher, which is also a newly picked up job. I was head hunteed for that one, which made me feel kinda cool, but also kinda bad that i couldn't work as much as they wanted me too. but i do get to do fun stuff with the kids and it's cool to see them get better in just half an hour.

Or not. One little boy was trying so hard, he was swirling his arms frantically and kicking his little heart out... but he just wasn't going anywhere. He looked so cute in his goggles and his little sun shirt (inside????) and stuff, bless him for trying so hard.
i love kiddies.... i get lots of hugs and now they don't hold back from telling Margaret that they like me more. (hehehe, of course they do!)

But i do wonder every time i get into the pool what percentage of it is actually chlorinised water....

There's this south african guy at the bank called Francois, and every time i hear/say his name, it reminds me of third form french.... everyone was called Francois or Jean-Paul!!!
I now called him Frances, Franny, Franco.... whichever i feel the mood suits. Franco is my favourite. (and he aint half bad either ladies!!!)

Heather has decided what she's doing! WOW!!!! i actually made a decision!
well, sports science just isn't agreeing with me, i think it may be the science doing it, but that's just hazarding a guess.
So with that in mind, i'm cross crediting. Seeing this year out at massey then transferring to AUCKLAND UNI (and Shadz, which i hear is 'going off' all the time...... i may have to look into this....) doing Psych, with the overall intention of being a child Psychologist.
Or at least that's what it'll be until i decide that is also too hard and wanna chuck that in too.

my post is coming to an end. injured finger is bad at typing and it really does hurt to do this. This week has been thinking week, lots has happened on a educational, work, financial and personal level and i've wasted all my brain juice (yes vanjee - i have to borrow brain juice) on thinking about stuff.

"so..... you like stuff??"

:)

* I will still be around, when the others let you down, I'm still on your side *
I miss you so much boyo.

lipids are not polymers

2005-06-16T12:49:00.000+12:00

you know what i hope???? that someone will one day be doing a bio assignment or something and type lipids into a search engine and it will deceive them by bringing them here.
how gutted would you be??

my head is full of bio. but the thing is i sorta procrastinated on the study and only really started on tuesday (exam was today, thursday) and it was only when i was emailing my cricket teammate Larry (who is a science teacher majoring in chem and bio) that i got the help i really needed.
And while i did do 7th form bio, not too much of it was relevant, the things i remember are like "No i'm spartacus!!!" and if sheep can lay eggs. and vanjee.

And now larry thinks i'm dumb, because days out from the exam i had no idea. But i did spend all of yesterday powering through the entire semester's work.... quite an achievement. for me anyways.

But the point is over the whole day i couldn't get that Brian McFadden & Delta Goodrem song out of my head...... and when i opened my paper today i was like 'right...... meiosis... (musically) bruised and battered by your words, dazed and shattered now it hurts, but haven't i always loved you........? DAMMIT HEATHER that's not helping."

and it also happen when i got to incomplete dominance.. but this time with the Backstreet boys "but without you all i'm going to be is INCOMPLEEEEEEEEEETE" (complete with nick carter impersonation)

so yes, most of what i wrote down today was all in tune with Brian and Delta, those poor heartbroken souls who despite being with each other can't seem to find themselves and therefore their one true love..........

HAHA!!!!!!! that won't help your bio project at all.... back to google for you.

i survived

2005-06-08T12:36:00.000+12:00

i went to the tron over the weekend.

yes i know. i asked myself the same question.

but, it was north islands and i put my hate affair with the town behind and knew that where ever the indoor whanau goes, fun follows. so i put aside the fact that it's only just the 6th month of the year and i've been to hamilton 5 times already (which is more than i think i've been there ever in my life) and packed for 4 days of madness and sport. in that order. playing mixed is so much better than ladies.

erika and i ventured to pack n' save where we purchased food for the entire weekend. 13 white rolls, processed cheese and 6 milo bars. Yep, that was pretty much it.

milo bars are a God-send. Now i'm not one who raves about energy drinks or coffee, i've got enough natural spark as it is, but even half a milo bar gets me going.... The team actually took them off me and only gave me half a bar 20mins before a game. they didn't want to see me "on the milo" when i didnt have a game to burn the energy on.

it wouldn't be a heather cricket story without two things : A little bit of agro and and injury.
i continued my rivalry with an old st lukes arch nemisis, Bushpig, and this time hit her for 3 4's in a row, not bad on one leg, and also nailed her in the back of the head with the ball.
In return, one of her guys shoulder barged me, and cos i was a little sore, and off balance, i did fall into the net. it kinda hurt, but not as much as they all thought it did. Bushpig started laughing but my boys were all up in this guys face, getting all protective and manly. (or trying too) it was cool though, they all stuck up for me and i was like I"M LOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

but yeah, i did hurt my leg, so much so i was practically hopping (mmmm mr hopping) to the other end, quite quickly too i may add. I got off from batting and the physio asked me if i could bend my leg without pain. i said no. what did she do?? Lie me on my stomach and bends my knee. The glove i had in my head soon smacked her upside the head. it was sore.
but i took magical drugs and i could play the next day. twas brilliant

I found THE best pxt messages in hamilton. Judson your ass is mine. you will not be able to beat some of the ones up my sleeve

the funniest thing that i did (although it's another you had to be there moment, rather like the bacon episode) was on the night after the final. the other harbour mixed team had just lost, so no-one was in high spirits apart from me.
i was lying on scotty's couch, with my legs across phil, happily drinking an E2. then a comment was made about my team's thrashing in the semi (we were playing the top side, and i happily claim that i was on the bench with my sore leg and can't really be blamed) and i wasn't happy.
not moving any other part of my body, and without looking, i left-hand backflicked the plastic cap off my bottle 5metres across the room and it got soctty right between the eyes. he even had a little scratch mark there.
i win.

we watched team america....... fantastic. i love it all. (although tis a little over the top at times, the swearing a little excessive.) my favourite song is "Pearl Harbour sucked" "i need you almost as bad as ben affleck needs acting school... he was crap in that film" oh the good times.
So many quotes have carried into the teams (mainly larry's team, which isn't mine) inlcuding "it's not about sex.... It's about trust" and team members having to prove their trust. for example, my mixed team only comes together for tourneys and i often play for Larry's team during the season, and i am doing so on saturday, but seeing as i just played for my team for tourney, they're unsure of my loyalties and have decided i need to prove my trust.

no thank you.

and now the catch cry is (musically) HARBOUR - **** yeah!!!!!!!!!
and also "the signal"

i guess if you've seen the film it'll all make sense, but if you haven't i do recommend it. try ad count the south park references.

i returned unscathed from 4days in FREEZING hamilhole, and i'm not sure if i'm proud of this or not, but managed to find my way from the indoor centre to a bar in town all by myself in the dark. (being sober driver i had to take both teams into the after party venue, and finding your way through an unknown town with an illegal ammount of drunk people in the car is never easy)
but i pride myself on my general direction, and i got there and back three times. Champion.

nic, i'm very very impressed by your memory of those curtain pants.
Sam, shane was always the one that scared me out of boyzone.... he used to scare me lots. but cool that he came to your church.
Vanjee, i will always win on late 90's pop.
et ma soeur, quand je retrouve le materpiece j'ecriais sur le site. Pendant les vacances, je crois.

all good things come to an end......

2005-05-30T11:39:00.000+12:00

now vanjee, i'm glad you brought up the backstreet boys cos i did wanna sorta talk about them.

WHAT IS IT WITH PEOPLE TRYING TO RECYCLE THINGS PAST THEIR USED BY DATE??
look, maddona, you're my prime example. none of your music in the past 5 years has floated anyone's boat. maybe you should just sit back in your whichever of your 5 mansions you happen to be reading this in (i do know she's a regular) and resign yourself to the fact that IT"S OVER darling.

perhaps you could maybe email britney and tell her the same.
and that if her child wants any sort of future to name it something it can live with, not a double-barrlled obscenity like gracious butterknife.

although like a prayer and holiday were very much appreciated for my kareoke nights.

So, Nick Carter and the BSB crew, you think you can stroll back into the charts, attempting to re-kindle the flame that once burned so brightly in the hearts of so many??
Well, those hearts have grown out of their school uniform and are now probably so embarassed that whilst viewing your recent video they could name all of you, christian, middle and surnames, that they now pretend they never actually knew who you were.
while secrectly playing "backstreets back" when they get home.

and the thing that annoys me is yes, they probably think they can walk back into the charts and hearts, ( i can do this pop song rhyming thing... simple.)
and the thing that really annoys me is that they probably will.
maybe not to the dizzying success of "as long as you love me" (although loneliness has always been a friend of mine i'm leaving my life in your hands mmmmmmm yeah yeah) (that's my nick carter impression there at the end.... anyone who's heard it knows it's pretty good)
but yeah, my point is that their time is over. but they're back and manage to sqeeze a little bit more out of something.
ever heard the phrase quit while you're ahead?? Jump, don't be pushed???

That's where sport makes so much more sense.

look at all the people who have quit at the height of their powers. the one aussie cricketer i love with as much passion as a kiwi can did this, steve waugh. and he is idolised and revered for it around the world. he has a legacy that will last forever, untainted by a selfish comeback attempt.
why?? because he's got brains (for an aussie) but also because his body is so stuffed from giving so much for a decade that he can't physiaclly handle it anymore.

Tennis players are good at it; comebacks when their time has passed. Case in point in the now: Andre Agassi. Now even non-sport followers know who this guy is cos he's a legend. But he's come back and been poo since... making everyone think less of him. it's true.
sometimes you just have to know when it's over.

and it pains me to say it but chris cairns is getting close to this point. How many games has he won/got us remotely close to winning in the past?? (the answer is heaps) and now he's given up tests to prolong his ODI carreer.
but since doing so he's been pies. pies pies pies. his body has fallen apart and been sewen back together more times than i've been injured (yes, believe it or not) and he's not pulling off the heroics we expect or deserve from him. It's tainting our image of him.... GO NOW CAIRNSY! it's for your own good son.

and don't even get me started on the jeff wilson affair.

I do have one exception: testimonials and relief funds.

Ian Jones is nearing 40, maybe even be there, but he's coming out of retirment for a one-off fundraising game: The Jonah Lomu comeback/Martin Johnson testimonial.
(just quickly, Jonah is a special case: he's been sick. If he sucks after a few games, my thoughts will be the same.... don't ruin your legacy, but he's at least gotta try.)
So Jones, the Kamo kid from the early 90's, is doing something for a good friend and for a good cause. which heightens his profile and everyone goes - "hey that's a cool idea, what a nice bloke. good player in his time, but a bit past it, but nice to see him supporting his mates."
but he'll know after that 80mins is up he won't play another game, he won't be able to move.

and so i hear the spice girls are getting back together for live aid 2. i think the concerts a good idea, and i know heaps of people will go, it'll be financial success but people will always be saying it shoudnt have been done cos it doesn't even compare for the first. such is fickle nature of humans.

but i commend Sporty, Ginger, Scary, Baby and Posh for coming back, (ultimately the best girl band of all time - not my opinion but a fact) for coming back together, putting aside some apparent differences to perform for charity (and knowing them, lots of personal gain also).

but i will get just as annoyed and angry if after that they go "Let's release an album"

No.

it's just not done like that. i won't commend their intelligence but the past 6 years of each of them trying to release a solo album must have taught them something.... everyone's a bit over them. we just wanna see a reunion for the sentimental value. we don't want nothing new.

anyone who's heard Mel C's new song will know what i'm talking about.
or anything by Posh for that matter.

all good things come to an end. unlike this post which just seems to have gone on and on and on

2005-05-25T21:25:00.000+12:00

kiss a little longer
stay close a little longer
hold tight a little longer
longer with big red

that big red freshness lasts right through it
your fresh breath goes on and on,
while you chew it

so say goodbye a little longer
make it last a little longer
give your breath long lasting freshness
with big red

isn't it weird

2005-05-24T13:09:00.000+12:00

this isn't some tribute to hanson (oh but how i'd love it to be....)
just me, straying once more from my list of potential topics. just saying what i think. which at the moment has been as messed up as a jerry springer show.

it's weird how everything can be cruising along, fine and dandy, or at least you think, but somehow you were oblivous to the mess that was being created the whole time.

i'd do anything to have it go back to how it was but it's all out of my control, especially when the logic and reasoning behind certain events aren't exactly crystal clear. and you wonder, in all your self-pity and over- emotionalisation, if you could've done something, anything, that would have made a difference. would be able to turn back the clock and make it all the way you want.

yet we are to learn from this. find solace and move on, knowing all will turn out right in the end. but how can it possibly be right when all it feels is wrong and disjointed.
and no matter how strong you think you are or how much testicle juice you claim to have consumed, it affects you just the same as the next person.
which sickens me, cos i'm no clone.

i like to think i'm tough and have got balls (in the figurative way) but going through the week from hell made me realise maybe i'm not all i think i am. in more ways than one. maybe i'm not so sensational after all.

And this isn't a plea for sympathy or pity. i don't wanna be inundated with people going "Heather we love you".... that's not my point.
i dunno what my point is.
just needed to blah and here seemed like a pretty good place to do it.

i'll miss her, even though she may not know it. and man was that some final exit.
if only all goodbyes were fufilling, in that "okay, i can put that behind me now" way.
but that's not the way it goes.
nothing is ever easy

no matter how much you wish that you could change it, you can't.
and i think it's cos i don't have the guts to believe that i should voice my feelings. cos they're known. they haven't changed. not one little bit.

but i'm not the person who needs to know that.....

I cheated

2005-05-14T10:31:00.000+12:00

I’ve jumped ahead on the list. Because it’s my blog and I can do whatever I like. So lay off. This week’s installment is the funny little stories of my trip away. There’s plenty, especially in my terms of what’s funny, and there’s a few that involve cricket blabble. I’ve tried to avoid them, but please bare with me when I do stray into sporting jargon.

Try to envisage them. I think they’re funny. Maybe you had to be there.

~ morning of the final, I walk into Face’s room (he’s one of the masters). “morning girly” “Morning Face” I sit down next to him, steal some bacon off his plate and walk out again. Nothing more was said. His team mate John, who was also present, just looks at me the whole time and I hear as I wander down the hall, satisfied, “What the hell was that???”

~ Okay, shenanigans a plenty on the last night, which was the closing ceremony then a giant party for the NZ and SA teams at a local bar. (this is where my stirring rendition of summer of 69 took place.) Anywho, Krista and I have climbed into bed (actually I think she fell) at about 3.30……. Half an hour later our door fires open and someone walks into the bathroom and proceeds to urinate. Half asleep, Krista turns to me and says “who the hell is in our room???” we wait silently until Daniel King (a U19 male) emerges in his boxers and stands a foot away from Krista’s bed scratching his head. After about 30secs of him staring at the bed, and us staring back at him, Krista says “Daniel?” to which he replies “You’re in my bed” I exchange puzzled looks with my roomie and he continues. “you’re in my bed… Get out of my bed.” Krista’s like “no Dan, this is my bed. You’re in the wrong room.” Daniel scratches his head again. “get out of my bed. I wanna go to bed.” So I chip in. “Daniel, you’re on the wrong floor. This is 202… you want 102. Go downstairs mate, you’re on the wrong floor.” With another long look at Krista’s bed, and a scratch of his head, he left.
In the morning, he didn’t remember it. But apparently he’s quite prone to sleep walking. Funny. And he didn’t flush the toilet. How rude.

~Earlier that same night, being the only sober girl in the team, I’m recruited to hunt down the team and start heading back to the hotel. We manage to track down everyone but Krista. ‘last time we saw her she was heading to the beach with one of the guys.’ I look at Macca (a master) and we’re like oh crap. The bar was on the beach front and we didn’t know who she’d gone with and we stressed in case it was a local taking advantage of her… so we wander down there, it was very pretty, and I start calling cos we figured rather her roommate find her than a Over 35 Master guy. After calling out to her for a while she sheepishly emerges from the sand dunes yonder with on of our boys not far behind her. She looks at me kinda embarrassed and I say “it’s time to go home mate” with a look on my face that must’ve said “I KNOW WHAT YOU WERE UP TOO MISSY!!!!!!” I did laugh. It was funny.
Even funnier in the morning when she wakes up and goes “Man there’s sand everywhere!” I just go “Wonder why that is…. Ya slapper!!!” Good times. I did get in trouble though, cos we were each supposed to look after our roomies and apparently it was my fault that she and Jake went for a bit of a frolic. “Daws, where’s your roomie?” “oh, she’s getting some in the sand dunes.” Wouldn’t have gone down so well, I’m guessing.

~ I was super excited when attempting to read an Afrikaans newspaper and discovered that Westlife were in the country!! YES!!!! WESTLIFE!!!! Now I used to be addicted, and I will go as far to say that I’m not entirely over them. You can’t beat a good Flying Without Wings singalong. So I excitedly run around the hotel looking for Erika but informing everyone in the way that “Westlife are here!!! Westlife are here!! We must go!!! There’s two shows so we can make at least one of them!!!” I was outside in the courtyard, hyperventilating, and on the middle level of the hotel, Face sticks his head out the window. “Dawson – are you serious?” He sprints down the stairs and starts to join in our little dance. “I love westlife!”
Now, me, Erika and the few masters who weren’t so excited but pretended to be excited with us, just stop. “What??? Westlife are wicked” says Face. I don’t know too many 35 year old men who know all the words to a westlife greatest hits CD. We ask for proof. He clears his throat and starts “I’ll always look back, as I walk away…. This memory will last, for eternity. And all of our tears will be lost in the rain……” Caught between being very, very scared and mightily impressed, we commend him on his near perfect Queen Of My Heart, and the jumping continues.
He gets really into it, trying as hard as he can to get tickets to the concert and work it around, you know, just the semi finals!!!! But ney, it did not come to fruition so we made do with trying to out-westlife each other with song lyrics. I bet him with the always-dependable “No No”.

next time: "Who let the dogs out???" "I'm pretty sure the bar serves testicle juice...." and the U19 nuddey run.

Leroy Lee

2005-05-08T12:48:00.000+12:00

okay so it's sorted, we're going thru the list in numerical order. Unless i just decide that i can't be assed writing about one.

SO we'll start with Leroy. He was our liason guy whilst in South Africa, a local yokel, if you will. He lives in Port Elizabeth (hereon refered to as PE) and was somehow roped into being a liasion person for the Indoor Cricket tournament itself. (don't know why i capitialised indoor cricket....)
So just by chance, he landed the New Zealand U19 girls.

He's kinda reserved, so in the first days we didnt say much, other than officially making him number 15 in the tour squad. So i felt a little sorry for him, so on one elongated bus trip we got talking. and he's a cool guy, loves his cricket and rugby, but is very random. VERY RANDOM. i mean i'm random, but in that good crazy kinda way (need an example??? how's singing the south african national anthem down the mic at the closing ceremony, when the only words i know are the last line "for south africa our laaaaaaaaaaand!!!!!!!!!!!")
yeah but leroy's random in that 'okay, i think i'll move THIS way now....' kinda way. mmm. anyway we got on well and on the third night we had a new zealand team braai, south african for BBQ, cooked by the liasons and drivers. (anyone for BBQed springbok???)
#let me point out here that our hotel was enitrely booked out by us, the three teams, so it was all kiwis and there were no other guests.#
And there's music and stuff, teams getting on the turps a bit, and anywho, at about 11 me and leroy are practising our halfback from the back of the scrum and line out throws (i dominated!) and suddenly he goes "oh! the cricket's started" which was true. It was from West indes and it started late in SA. So i go "you wanna come up and see the score??" so we go up to our room, and i turn the tv on and start watching the cricket.

The story blahs on as we both get rather interested in watching the saffas do pretty well at the cricket.

My roomie Krista walks in and goes "Heather.... and Leroy...... Hello!! and goodbye" and with that she left. Then i'm reminded that we have a curfew as we have training in the morning so i say "get yo'ass out of my room, i have to go to sleep" and he goes (FROM NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!) "well, i dont have a curfew and i don't have a roommate... wanna come back to my place."

Heather's jaw drops in total dumbfoundedness. Shocked, and somewhat disturbed, beyond words Heather manages to squeeze out "we're on curfew and something tells me I wouldn't be in the good books if i wasn't here in the morning" so with that Leroy leaves.
Krista returns to find Heather sitting in the same spot, unable to move. Krista makes no reference to Leroy's presence in their room but her face says it all. No words were exchanged while the pair got ready for bed, but Heather goes "dude he asked me to go home with him." and so opened a big can of worms.
Me and Krista, who at first didn't believe me, had the big chat about it and i come face to face with my stupidity. To a guy all he would've heard from my cricket-watching inviation would have been "come up to my room...." and also, i didn't say no. He asked me to go home with him and i didn't say no. Well to me i did, but Krista points out that it probably sounded like "not tonight". which was reiterated the next morning.

by this time word had spread, evidence to my teammates who had been secretly taking the piss that he spent all his time with me (because they treated him like poo - pompus peeholes!!!) and i got the "oooh yeah....." looks in the morning. And leroy comes up later and goes "i know last night was wrong. i shouldn't have asked you to do something that would've jepordised your place in the team." and i'm like yeah that's right you shouldn't have. plus it was just disgusting. but i didn't say that. then he goes "i've given it some thought, and on the last night, at the closing ceremony, everyone will be drunk and your whereabouts will be the last thing on people's mind"
the shock this time was worse than the first time.... he was planning!!! Deeply disturbed, i couldn't manage to say anything again. "i've got more important things to worry about right now" i thought that was harsh enough in itself, but obviously not.

The thing is i didn't stop talking to him at all, cos we are actually friends. And i'm not like that. And i only told Erika (of course... she knows all) and Krista, who analysed the situation for me. and we plod thru the week, with no mention of previous incidents, and we have fun, until i see him during one time with this gorgeous little kid. after asking him who it was, i find out it's his girlfriend's nephew. of course, i think girlfriend's nephew. wonder if this girlfriend knows that i was invited back to his place, and in advance as well.
this time i hold back for a while. cos cheating is wrong, and that's real rank. i kinda think less of him for that.

anyway, the last night rolls around, and we're at St George's Park (the Eden park of PE) and i've been dying to go. (i was shafted by the girls cos leroy set up tickets for us to go watch a game of cricket there but they all threw their toys cos they wanted to go shopping. so i missed out, but was really happy when i got to go for the closing.) and i ask leroy if i can go outside and see the ground itself. so we do. we're not the only one's out there, all sorts of people from all the countries are doing the same. And i say to him, "i wanna cartwheel on the outfield.. it's calling to me" He grabs my hand and says come on then, and we jump the fence and run out onto the middle of the pitch. I cartwheel, feeling fufilled. following our lead, some of the other kiwis come out and pretend to bowl and bat. I walk around doing the same, then Leroy comes up and tells me where the players sit and stuff. And goes in for the pash. "WOAH...... back the truck up" i startle. Then my uncle davey, Booker, (good friends from back home, he was in the masters side) comes over, and said "girl did you ask for that???" and even though i didn't say anything i think my face said it. Book takes Leroy away and i dunno what was said but i'm guessing it wasn't complementary. all i heard was "rip.... testicles..... barbequed.... dog...dinner" and leroy apologised. i told him that i had a "situation" back home and that it's not cool with him and girlfriend. and we actually spend the rest of the night trying to sort out his issues on that department. see, we are friends, i was like oprah.

so the day we leave rolls around and he brings his girlfriend to the airport. the girls all say good bye at the customs gate. He'd asked for my email so we can exchange photos. So i'd written him a little note (more like a novel, you all know me) and i gave him that. he delivered on his promise to make me a cd. i hugged him and he whispered in my ear "im in love with you" and i whispered back (into the ear closest to his girlfriend) "No you're not" and that was it. but no it wasn't!!!!!!!!!

In singapore, i opened the letter he'd given me and inside was 200 rand, which is kinda a lot of money who didn't get paid for two weeks for being our liasion guy. he said "thank you for making me see what's important, i want you to buy something really nice to remember your trip" i was like "woah" so i did :) i got me a nice watch. YAY
And then steppin off the plane in auckland, i turned my cellphone on and there's two messages from him "Thanks for your letter - it means a lot. You've stolen my heart and taken it back home with you" and how he'll miss me and my sayings and patriotism and that i'll always have a place to saty if i go back. Sure i will....

Yeah so that's the Leroy story. His name is Leroy Lee Nel. Isn't that weird?? Leroy Lee. Bizzaro. He's cool. I told him i'd punch him if i ever saw him cheering for Sth Africa or singing the Sth african national anthem at anytime. I taught him Maori words and he can now ask the whanau for kai. He also picked up "fudgebuckets" from me!!! YES!!!!!! And he told me heaps about south africa, and when i asked really random questions about the country he found out the answer for me, like how i wanted to know, given the country's history, if blacks and whites had different cemetries and if they're still segregated.
yeah, and i promised him a day of shenanigans on the terraces at eden park and he's gonna do his best to come over this summer or next. and he can meet carl. or dad!!!

(big breath) that's the reason vanjee that i didn't want to write about all of them. cos if that's only a minor story.... how long would that giant post be!!!!!!!!!!

and sammy - i'll never get over you...... You left me and there's a huge void in my life that will never be filled. Hopefully now you're filled with a smidgeon of the pain i was in when you stepped on that plane.......... You'll forever have my heart :) :)
(just kidding carl......)

new post! and a poll!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-04-30T15:39:00.000+12:00

yeah.... i've got so much to say but a lot of it isn't really the type of thing that people wanna read on blogs. boring stuff. but as someone told me yesterday "heather, you can make doing the dishes exciting" that person really must not have a life. so i've decided to do a poll.

please people, leave a comment on the site about what you wish to read about, and i'll democraticly decide what i'll write the next post on. here are your options.
1) leroy - the liasion guy from Sth Africa who told me i'd stolen his heart (funny!)
2) why i now hate my indoor cricket coach (mainly sport oreintated but has lots of insults)
3) my mission of getting over jet lag
4) why i found my roomate in the sand dunes, why 1 of the u19 boys walked into our room at 3am in just his boxers, why im known as captain dork and countless other mini stories that are quite funny in their own right
5) how about the results??? how we actually did?? (again lots of cricket)
6) mindless godson rambling
7) the carl story - tis long and boringin places but very cute. (including how i stuffed up the first kiss REALLY BAD)
8) my essay and seminar (the outsider in terms of votes but is actually very funny and you will marvel in places)
9) what a wrote a page and a half on in an assesment that is actually quite funny.

SO PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!! cast your votes, cos you've gotta be in to win!!!!!!!

in the words of that great kiwi philospher fred dagg.... "we don't know how lucky we are, mate"

2005-04-20T20:36:00.000+12:00

"Someone once told me love would all save us, but how can that be when look what love gave us. A world full of killing, blood spilling..."

i've got many a story from south africa and no doubt i'll get round to boring you all with them at some stage. but there's one that will stick out. one that will stay with me forever.

we went to a ghetto, with all these black people in tiny corregated rooms... if they're lucky. the stench was something i won't forget, it smelt worse than rosedale poo ponds on a bad day.There was rubbish lying in the streets, in the gutters and stuff. the first thing i saw which tore me was a little jack russel; he was sniffing at a pile of rubbish in the gutter and he was so undernourished. he should've been at the SPCA, but there's no such thing in his type of South Africa. he was so skinny you could see all ofhis ribs, his little legs were unstable and there was no wag in his tail.
next to the dog was a little boy, dressed like a mini-gangster, hat to the side baggy basketball singlet. no shoes though. when i say little boy, he was about 4. through his baggy, ripped and outdated clothes you could tell his ribs would be as visible as his dog's, and as we passed, a international sports team kitted out in fancy threads and holding digital cameras ready to capture the lives of the other side, he looked up. i caught his eye for a brief second: they were searching for something in me, whether the kid knew it was happening or not. immediately inside i started listing things i take for granted that he needs to live, like clothes and food that hasnt been thrown out by rich people down the road. I thought, 'imagine the look on that little fella's face if i gave him a game boy, or even a lollipop." i'll admit it, i started crying. our guide told us that within a few years he and his friends will have been recruited by drug gangs to beg for money on the street, and as they grew older so would they grow into higher places within the gang. The gangs you see on the tv here, i thought, where 20 of them go out but only 15or so come home. our bus stopped at an intersection and my mind cut to ben and josh,tom, sam, connor. "this can't happen" i said quite audibly. sure everyone looked at me but i didn't care. i vowed then and there i'd do something about it. and granted i still don't know what that something is but hell i won't forget that. the horrible thought of my boys being nrainwashed into gangs, and the neighbourhood not making much of it when they didn't come home after one venture into town.
we stopped just round the corner and a group of kids came out to see what the big van was doing in the street. These kids had been so apprehensive about coming out of the shack incase we were there to hurt them or take their brothers away. but when our bus driver explained who we were they came out and danced for us and our oh so intrusive and insensitive cameras. they were so excited that these people form a far away land had come to see them. it made their day. they couldn't speak a word of english but with translating i got this one little boy say to me "thank you for the change." i enquired a bit more about it and our bus driver said that nothing much "goodly exciting" happens in these parts and those kids were pretty stoked that we'd showed up just to see them. they'd talk about it for a while afterwards. heck and we didn't even get outside the bus.
as we drove away, i did take a last glance, cos my life was put into a bit more perspective witha 15min tour of a ghetto. i saw an 11 year old with his younger brother. we waved at them, after being so cheerfully farewelled by our dancing friends. the little one brought his hand up to wave, but his older brother stopped him. the girls thought it was pretty rude so spun aorund to see what was coming up next. i kept watching. a look of realisation came over the little one's face and his hand moved from a wave into a gun gesture, and he fired invisible gunshots into our tour van. we were white, not there to help. i was typecast. not given a chance to show that i'd do anything to chance his future. and that sucked.

yet that was the best time i had. my best memory of the whole trip. sure shoulder barging that aussie was rewarding and singing summer of 69 passionatley on the dancefloor was wicked, but those two little boys had the biggest, most sobering effect on me since two little munchkins entered the world a bit closer to home. and i won't forget it. i will go back, and maybe take some lollipops.

next time a fun story i swear

SAMUEL TERRANCE PETER BURROWS

2005-04-13T18:41:00.000+12:00

i would like to, once again, declare my utter admiration for this champion of a man. and i've missed him from the moment he left for england, but having been away for a while myself and coming home this morning and reading his blog, i miss him and his face and his madness and his fun and how he always listened to me blah on about absoluetley anything, even if it was sport stuff he didn't 1) understand or 2) care about in the slightest.

I love to read his blog about how well he's doing and what a wicked time he's having. and the photos are great too. isn't good to put a face to the people he spoke about???

I"ve said it before and i'll say it again - he knows all of this - he helped me out in the biggest way possible and his influence is one of the strongest in my life, whether he's up the road or in a different hemisphere.... Sammy you are a star and not a day goes by where i'm not thankful for you and everything you are not only to me but to everyone.

GOD BLESS SAM BURROWS

2005-03-27T17:04:00.000+12:00

my one goal: to not play like a poo and all shall be fine.

i'm leeeeeeeeeeaving on a jet plane...........

2005-03-27T16:28:00.000+12:00

yes yes, the time has arrived. i have waited ages for this and it's here. I'm struggling to believe it.... i was super excited last week and looking forward to it........ now i'm just ready. i just wanna get on that plane get there and do my thing. Get that bat in my hand and kick some ass. (hopefully) It's all very surreal. I've said good bye to a heap of people today, and yesterday, and it's kinda like "yeah... i know why they're wishing me luck and saying goodbye.... but why??" (oh that was a fantastic sentence heather!) It's in my head that i'm going to south africa to play cricket but it's not regestered that I'm leaving tomorrow. i've waited too long. 7months of training and even longer for prep and now it's here. Craziness. I've got me a shirt with my name and number on it, looking very flash. Got some bubble wrap to go around my bat but now it's not got no bubbles. whoops. i was alll packed until i saw what erika had packed. I was struggling to get it all in but now i've re-packed.... or in the middle of... and i'm not taking as much. heck it's only 3 weeks, and i'm getting dicatated on what to wear most of the time. togs and pj's.... what else do i need????????
undies. i need undies.

big long boring flights are not fun wen you have the human equlivilant of a hyper active puppy with you. Holly Huddleston is exactly that..... ADD personified. AND I"M NEXT TO HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but at least i get to play mario. and have lots and lots of cool music that my really wicked best friend downloaded for me :)

i am sleepy
so very sleepy
carl and i were going to watch a movie today but we didn't... i'm kinda glad cos i woulda fallen asleep.
so much to do. so little to write.
oh well, looks like that'll change soon. talk to y'all sometime soon. (suzi is getting daily emails from my manager who'll be writing in depth emails about how the games are going. so ask her if you wanna know anything.
BYE BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!! see you all in three weeks!!!!!! (with a winner's medal and all my limbs, thank you very much)

CNN Arabic. Be the first to know. In Arabic.

2005-03-14T11:17:00.000+13:00

14 days and counting. (hehhe i just made a BAD BAD typo and missed out the 'o' in counting..... not a good look.) It's weird cos when i went to France i was so excited i was packed almost a month in advance. That's not to say i'm not excited now, i am very much so, but i haven't packed a thing. I haven't even bought pants. Whoops. i think I'll kinda need pants on tour.

We had a training game yesterday out west against 5 of the NZ ladies team. They all came in their New Zealand gear so they could look flash and inspire us. And lee got into coach mode and gave us all responsibilities on the court. Guess who gets the fun one!!!! "Dawson - you're the batter we'll turn to when we're in trouble. After a bad start, you'll go in there and soak up the pressure.... say no if you have to. You're strong under pressure and we'll use it."
OKAY.... I nod in acceptance but secretly inside i'm all "oh my monkeys, i SUCK under pressure. I keeping saying i'm good and not to let it on top of me but every time a Fijian coconut i fail. but you're the boss"
throw ontop of that the fact that i am still squiffy in the tummy and have now contracted a cold, complete with sore throat, i thought "marvellous. the day when he's seeing who wants to be in the starting 8 and i'm sick and have a job i can't do."

you could see it in our eyes, how we were all excited but really freaked out at the same time. To cut a long story short, i batted and bowled well (I SOAKED UP THE PRESSURE GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!) but my keeping was poo on a platter, i dropped a catch and all the older girls were giving me the evils. i felt dumb. each of the U19's batted twice, and i only got out once - a run out where my sore throat and lost voice was to blame. I shouted with all me heart "NO" and nothing came out but i low scratchy husky groan. and when i batted again it was in a chasing situation and we needed 35 runs to win the world cup. (35 is quite decent in 4 overs) and i hit the winning runs!! YAY FOR ME SOAKING UP THE PRESSURE. watch me not do it in Sth Africa - make an ass out of myself on ESPN.

CNN Arabic. Be the first to know..... IN ARABIC!!!!!!!!!!!

I finally have my uni troubles sorted. After the absolute week from hell (especially cos i had to spend an entire day alone with troy.....) it hit me "why don't you just take psych exta murally???" it was like a beacon of light breaking through my idiocy of the past 2 weeks.
Carl's response: "oh yeah.... i thought of that last week." well thanks darling for telling me and saving me time, money, tears, gas and energy. so now everything is fine and dandy mandy. I have two semesters to do a one semester paper at my own will and lots of friends taking psych on campus so i can cheat off them. YAY.

that's really all. i was astonished that the black caps stayed in step with the aussies for three days, but always knew it wouldn't last. I am a die hard fan and love to see them doing well, but i'm not dumb. It was expected. but another 10points to Ham. Firstly, a minger. Secondly, a minger 'fro, complete with headband. and thirdly, 146 in his first test v the uglies and he has a supreme average. yay for ham.

or is it CNN Arabic. Be the first to know in Arabic.
what a difference punctuation makes.
(I'm taking a paper which every science student has to take 1st year, and it's 5th form english all over again. "What is a topic sentence? Where do we use commas?" feeling my pain???)

farewell my lovlies. til next time have a good time.
Heather

i'm not very good at this blogging stuff

2005-03-06T13:01:00.000+13:00

honestly, i'm getting outdone by everyone, and it's stink cos i started so well. so promising. meh. hopefully now i've got slightly more time on my hands it may start to be updated with alarming regularity. who knows???

okay, so i survived my first full week at uni. but only just. induction dau i was told that i was doing too many non Science papers in my science degree (can anyone think why???) and it wasn't allowed. so i was taken out of psychology, which is just fine when you're doing a double major with psych. hmmm. so i don't go to the lecture on monday, get told later in the day that my papers were fine and i could've gone to the lecture. poos. and bio doens't seem as bad as i first thought it would, then i get my hands on the unbelievabley large textbook and skim through it, knowing that come july i'll be crawling back to salmons pleading for tutition. and it has lectures 8-9 everyday. that's early.
wednesday was slightly better cos i had my one sports sciencey related topic and i really enjoyed it, but i find out the next day that it's all turned to crap cos there's a clash and they've changed the lecture time. which is all fine and dandy mandy, for everyone but me. now it clashes with psych and the only way i can get around it is to drop psych. so once again i'm majoring in psych without doing the basic paper. summer school??? Summer is cricket time. not school. nice try.

so you see, on top of the on-going virus that doens' seem to be going away (and is threatening my fitness for my trip) i had a bit of a horror week, especially after i was benched for cricket. they say they're resting me for the final, which i'd like to believe, but considering i only took one wicket last week and batted for ages for no runs and we lost... i think i may have got dropped. but i kinda enjoyed being able to go out friday night beyond 10, not having a game the next day. i slept in, watched the start of the ODI (before it got too unbearable) and went and watched carl play. it was kinda cool. i stayed away from my team cos i'm a really bad spectator. it came down to us needing 2runs off the last ball and we got it. but i would've been running around yelling that i'll bat next, i'll go out and do it.... i can't handle watching my own team play. I've been told i'm like a little puppy learning to stay.... all agitated and restless, trying not to move, knowing that there's a treat at the end if i'm good. but i never stay.

YOU GUYS HAVE TO SIGN UP FOR UNI GAMES SO I CAN WHIP YO"ASS ON ANZAC WEEKEND!!!!! i'm going in for hockey and netball which could be very interesting.....

not long til i go away now, but i see it in two different ways. I've been tlaking about it for so long, training and getting all finances sorted that it's kinda hard to believe it's almost here. throw on top of that i've been under the weather for almost a month and i'm feeling very far from a national rep in anything at the moment, south africa seems very far away. But if i sit and think about it, the new zealand gear, buying all the kiwiana to swap with the other teams, getting the rooming lists, tapering down the training, talking to lecturers about missing classes for three weeks.... i get really excited. and nervous as hell. it would be very dawson to drop the catch to get us into the final, or to get bowled with only two runs to win. BUT NO!!! i'm little miss positive now. the last thing i wanna do is stuff up on international television. and have someone tape it, so i can watch it over and over again. how much fun would that be? not much fun at all.

Weren't the black caps woeful? Seriously, i was like "throw me a helmet and a chest guard and I'll do it!!" plus the butcher at work is an aussie, so i never stopped hearing about it. He was very close to getting a smack round the head with a bat, i can tell you. But i still love them, and have all the faith in the world that James Franklin will make a difference. But only cos he's hot.
On that topic.... so is Michael Clarke. Granted he's an aussie, and he's got an earing, but he's so hot.... and he can do no wrong. I'd take him. and make him into a kiwi. the our problems would be over. (little miss positive....)

well i must make like cream past it's used by date and be off. i have academic people to email, and training soon and i'm not quite sure if it's in manukau or st lukes..... guess i should find that one out.
take care, and email me - let me know that i'm not the only one who almost died at the price of textbooks.
(PS: it's just our little secret that i was listening ti Billie whilst writing this.... "Do ya have a girlfriend, ya looking real cool...." so very '98)

wow it's been ages

2005-01-14T20:40:00.000+13:00

hehehe fozzie is sniffing my leg.

it's been ages..... i've done alot of stuff but not much that you;ll all be interested in. I PASSED BIO - i can go to uni here and not run up student loan!!!!!!!!! although melbourne would've been fun, but someone in the know told me that the place i was looking at was like bum version of manukau ploytec..... didn't know you could get more bum than that

so yeah, i only ended up failing one bio paper... evolution... but it does help if you answer more than one question. i eve cracked out a merit in biotech!!!! Where did that come from??? that's like an excellence in my books CAN I HAVE A WHOO CHA?????!!!!!!!!!!!

Funny! While i remember, i was in manukau shopping centre the other day ( i know, i ask why as well) but i was waiting to meet up with my mummy and i was looking at those calender club things they have in malls around this time. this random guy comes up and goes "are you maori??" and i look at my arm and think maybe all that cricket has finally given me a tan!! but i look at him in that sorta you gotta be kidding way. and i say no. even though i so wanted too say yes. UNsatisfied, he asks "do you do sesh??" and i'm like woah random, but i say "sorry??" and he comes up real close and looks me in the eye and he goes "DO YOU SMOKE WEED???" like i speak an entirely different language (which yeah, i think we actually did) and i stare at him and clearly state "NO", attempting to speak universally enough for his limited comprehension. and he goes "oh sweet, you just look like this chick who does." and he walked off. Random.

sam leaves on monday (WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH) and my crappy cricket coach won't let me leave to go say goodbye. POO. mind you it wouldn't be the first time i've missed stuff like this due to sport.... (heather hides sheepishly......) He's gonna be a weird one to be without.

I got a promotion!!!!!!!!!!! No longer am i Heather Dawson, checkout supervisor, i am now (wait for it) HeatherDawson Price Integrity minion!!!!!! that's right i am a minion!!!!!!! It's a nicer way of saying bitch,,, i basically am this girls bitch for a bit, but soon she goes away and i am left to control all the pricing in the store......... uh oh. Me get to play with laser beam gun thing.... me thinks it also scan incorrectly scanning items and sorts all that out, but all i care is that it is a great laser gun.

If you ask my boss, i am going to hamilton to meet all the players in the world 11... but i just lied to get out of work. I was gonna blame it on ben and josh, but i thought if i say that and they see me on tv i may be introuble. just maybe. So i bent the truth, cos i do plan on meeting the players. just not offically like i claimed.

i must be off, but we have a lot of catching up to do........... stay tuned.

some songs are very very long. this one isn't.

2004-11-30T18:26:00.000+13:00

WHO SAW RICHIE HALF NAKED ON THE FRONT OF THE PAPER YESTERDAY????????
I did. I had Nth Harbour cricket capping last night and about 5 people brought the paper along for me, such is my known love for that man. (capping was as boring as hell, plus dean flyger was there.... and i almost fell off the stage.)

Made a fool of myself when sitting in back corner of room, and the speaker goes "best luck to our girls in defending their title" I was meant to silently mutter (great contradiciton) "thank you sir" but it came out very loud, hense head turns in my direction. The girls all laughed but i kept staring stright ahead like nothing had happened..... i swear no-one knew it was me.

YAY for the all blacks proving me wrong, just like i invited them too. The funny thing about NZ sport is that now we're going to win in 2007. After the world cup last year we were "miles off" but now, after that one game against france, not even world champs, we will win in 2007. And we still didn't manage to win on the road in tri nations......... That's cos my man wasn't there.

NO MORE SCHOOL BOOKS. they're all gone, along with them any hint of academicness from my newly-cleaned room.
SO clean in fact that i found things that only nicola and i would appreciate from our pre-teen years.
1) "hey you, looking around at your friends........."
2) BELLY BEAR
3) crapugly
4) so(arrow)oo cool
and many more but for the sake of entertainment, i think it's safe to call it quits there.

Here's hoping

2004-11-26T10:24:00.000+13:00

Last weekend promised to be the weekend of dreams. (i blatently ignored study for the bio exam, which showed yesterday.) I thought "ooooh yeah..... weekend on the couch."
And it delivered, until it all started to go downhill early saturday night.
The mighty Parpuna actually got a bit of a challenge, and i actually got to bat!!! (A rare occurance, and when you take in that i started at 5, cleaned up for a duck, i was understandably at 9) I got a fine 6 runs, including a nicely timed on drive. Not that you care. We won, and i got some wickets cos i'm a bowler now. (yeah right)
Then i'm taking brett home (cos i can) and he's like "SHIT!" So i freak out, cos when you're driving having a giant man scream expletives isn't really the most comforting thing. And he's left his bloody bar keys at Parnell and we have to go back and get them. YAY.
Then I bugger off home, taking comfort in the glorious hours of sport to come. But no.

Silver Ferns lost
Kiwis lost
All Blacks (almost) lost
Black Caps THUMPED

I take comfort, however, in the fact that my man lead his men very honourably, and he got copious interviews after the match.
No Sonny Bill Williams, and Brent Webb was pretty invisible in the game, so no comfort in the league.
Except maybe that it's over.
Weird unpiring decision in netball leaves me clinging to the hope that if they had people had eyes we'd have won. But seriously, eyes (plural) aren't that common in south africa, 1995 semi final, anyone???
Jake Oram (who i have the pleasure of knowing and being less than half his height) makes me believe that had we bowlers we'd not have walked away without pride. YAY FOR JAKE!!!!
Let's be positive and say yay for him instead of focussing on the bad. (in that case it won't be a very long reflection.....)

So instead of sitting glued to the tv, unable to move through sheer excitement, i was stuck to the couch, wallowing in misery, limp from the realisation that my weekend of glory had not slipped away, but had totally been yanked from my view.

So i look forward to today and tomorrow, a brand new start. I'm not backing the AB's this week, and dodn't get me wrong cos i love this country and that team and that flanker and wanna see them thump everyone.... one sided matches thrill me more than one pointers..... but i think we're underprepared for the french and at the marvellous Stade de France (been there, sung, well screamed, the national anthem into that grand ampitheatre empty...) i think les tri-colouers will be unstoppable.
Feel free to prove me wrong boys.

Also, the good thing about the cricket starting today is that i can actually see it, and James Franklin is playing. Now i'm a realist, so he'll probably get caned, but at least we go in with the pretension that having a left arm seamer WILL make a difference.
Always the optimist....

some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this

2004-11-25T14:11:00.000+13:00

Ceremonious burnings.

Those two words conjure up many a different thought, especially for those 'fortunate' enough, like me, to know all about the Marian burning of Protestants. But no, this time it is not poor people who were different who suffer. It is time when individuals think alike, band together in teenage rebellion and christen the summer holidays with the removal of hard work. Yes, that's right. It's time for the ceremonious burning of all things study related... out with the eco notes, out with pages full of dates and formulas... out with endless verb tables!!!!!!!!!

Now i do realise that most of you may have already depostied of your study notes, but I've got plenty to go round if that's the case (yeah i took bio and history) or you could just make some just for the occasion. So let's, for one last time, band together as students of Rangitoto College and farewell our study and (tear) our school of 5 years. Band together to rid ourselevs of the demons of the past few months and rejoice in the freedom. As the hideous black somke of dooms clears, we can look at each other and say "I'm gonna go home and do.... NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!"

I call for you, students with weight off their shoulders.... this is your chance to rid yourself completely of all that stuff you know you're never going to use again. (examples: "ah that incestuous beast..." "il faut que j'aie..." and LINKAGE!!!!!!!!! who even got that anyway????)

I hereby take it upon myself to rallly you, the freedom searchers, longing for an escape.... As the flames encompass your notes only then can you realise the immense satisfaction.
You are the called......

WHAT A SHOCKER

2004-11-23T19:24:00.000+13:00

now last year i was little miss idol. Seriously i could've told you what the full names of all the contestants and their partners and what they did before AUSSIE IDOL. this year i had a life. well partly. So i jump home from work on sunday, without seeing a full aussie idol show this year (last year's are proabably still on tape if i look hard enough....) and see the aussie idol final. I'm lured in by funny Chang-like asian man "singing" my early morning song "push up" by the freestylers. "push aaa your body, your body next to mine push aaa..." anyone who saw it knows what i'm talking about. SO i decide to stay and watch and within a few minutes i fall once again for the idol propaganda that drew me in so willingly last year and find my self cheering blatently for the short guy from melbourne, and almost emotionally moved by his performance of a song sung by my hated fellow french speaker Celine Dion. "COME ON ANTHONY!!!" i scream in almost masculine tones as they draw out the verdict. but no. the girl wins. and up with her for being 16, and a little larger.... (i groove to your beat girlfriend) but i was emailing my equally addicted aunt in brisbane and she says "everyone was rooting (new age terminology from her scares me slightly.) for anthony and now we all think he'll be around next year while casey will just fizzle out." A la Ruben and Clay, although the yanks lost me after they voted out josh gracin. Suzi knows what i'm talking about.
My teammates are equally shocked, with Jaimee being a closet teenybopper and admitting she was an idol fanatic (sooo last year J...). Quote Vic "If i stayed up til half past midnight i wanted it to be for a favourable result.... I was gutted."
My lovely aunt took it upon herself to send through some (though i'm pretty sure it's all) media stuff on anthony, and someone put a $10,000 bet on him. That'll learn ya. i'm sure a children's hospital could've done with that. Yeah, so most Aussies are gutted. but i'll tell you what, with what i've heard form this fulla, i'd actually go to aussie and buy his album. I'm gutted that i missed the shows now, cos he sung three of my favourite songs. He's got a good voice, and albeit he's 2 foot tall, he's quality.
look at me, i sound like some over cafinated tv critic who is a little to connected to the box.
It may have something to do with he sounds like nick from 98* who could be singing about a mud barrel fight and i'd still be crying.

That's what you get when you spend a whole day writing bio notes for an exam you know all the study in the world isnt going to help you pass.

a ditty by heather claire dawson

2004-11-17T10:44:00.000+13:00

(ahem)
i got my full
i got my full
everybody loves me
i got my full

PAS DE FRANCAIS!!!!

2004-11-11T18:04:00.000+13:00

youp-la! pas fracais maintenant!!!! Pas de tout!!!!! Youp La!!!!!!!! Je suis tres hereux!!!!

And that ladies and gentlemen is about the extent of my french. Just done my exam, something i never thought i'd do, 7th form french exam, and i can literally feel the french escaping my brain cos it won't be used for the rest of my life. I can tell bacause i'm randomly saying things that i didn't even know i could say, bringing up visions of 4th form verb tables. it's all escaping my memory... AND I"M LOVING IT!!!!!!!!!! Free space to fill with nothing

And Stace i love you, you know that (i sent you a text on sunday so i must!!!) but i am so sick of seeing her face on film!!!!!!!! I just handed in my 14 credit photo boards with over 70 photos of shamu.... now that's a lot of shamu. But still, it was cool fun, and the dancing last night was good, right sham? Scuds? Krust?

Man i never call my friends by their real names.

But yeah, today, taking into account photo and french, i handed in 29 credits. And given that 20 carry over from last year, that's almost half the 60 credits i need. WOW.........
you know, i didn't feel like that french exam was helping my results for the rest of my life until i got outta there. ... hmmm
ONCE AGAIN, FIRST OUT OF FRENCH EXAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THREE YEARS RUNNING!!!!!!!!!! that deserves a medal! I'm still passing though, it's not like i'm one of those, "show up just to say i came' people.
They should make "i survived NCEA" t shirts... you know, like, "i survived 9/11"

i'm, so far behind on fitness plan for south africa.......... FINALLY MADE THE SIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they named it last week and i can honestly say i'm going now, instead of optimistically telling people.
and then we won 5 grand and got our car towed.... that was good. when i dont' have a chemical headache i'll elaborate.

lots to do, lots to do. not really, in comparison woth the last three (senuous) darkroom days. But still, got a history exam to kid myself i'm going to pass.
and then there's bio. Ahh bio.

Went and got all fitted up for a new bike down at cycle werks the other day. (Barry's point Rd, go see my lovely Canadian Dennis) All very new and exciting, just gotta wait though, mum and dad are like, maybe you should focus on south africa first. Dam their reasoning.
Beijing here i come

Ten points to everyone sloggin out in the darkroom over these past few days, who will no doubt be sharing my symptoms of headaches, smelly chemical clothes and weird vision. YAY FOR SAM BUCKLEY!!!! she knows why........ no points for those well managed people who handed it in on time. You know no sense of achievement until you pull 14 credits out of your ass in less than a week, right sam???

My parting comment goes to Corney for his good showing on game of two halves on monday. Nice one ney-ney.

Go hard with exams, to quote mr wilton, work hard now so you can party hard over summer. Wise words.

NO TIME FOR A TITLE

2004-10-28T15:44:00.000+13:00

well ive had compliants from my many readers (oh who am i kidding???!!!) that i haven't updated this enough for their liking. Please accept my humble apologies, these people obviously do not expect me to be studying/working/training. But that's all i've been doing lately, although thanks to Darcy for pointing out that yes, there is only 12 days (for the deperate, 5 for the well-managed) until my photo borads are due. That's right.... that's 6 days a board for me, but throw in prizegiving rehearsal (IN MY FREE!!!) getting some study done, applying for my full (DONE- bring on Nov 15th) and cricket... plus the fact that i still need to take a few more films to patch up the shots that aren't too good.... It all adds up to skipping class, which is fine and dandy this close to exams!!!!
I got in the paper for cricket over the weekend. 4-6. Thats right. 4 wickets for 6. 0 runs off 2 balls. That's right, shoulda got in the paper for that outstanding effort too!!! It's been two yeas since i was bowled and 2 years since i was out for a duck, so it's nice they fell together, makes keeping the record up to date a whole lot easier.
My dad is snoring..... hehehe
i must dash, history essay to pull out of my ass.... hopefully. that won't be in on friday either. Guts.
Thought for the day: dam my time management "skills"

Adventure!

2004-10-08T21:18:00.000+13:00

Not really. It's been a bizzare afternoon which has made me laugh, so i shall share it with you. I had to go and pick something up form C3 after school, so I ended up missing both buses to browns bay. I jumped on one and asked if it took me to browns bay, and the bus driver said yes. So i jump on and we head towards northhcross, at which stage i ring my mum and say "i'm not enitrely sure where I'm going so ring work and tell them I'll be late." So the bus heads down Carlise Road, by the shops and I'm like PHEW going to brwons bay. But no. We turn down Deep Creek Road, which really freaks me out, especially when I looked across and saw Waiake beach (thought here - I could go and see sam!!) BUt luckily for me the bus turns right at the end of Deep Creek Road, towards browns bay, we go past sam's house and sam's work, and i'm like "sweet, browns bay" But no. We soon end back up on deep creek road, i'm the only one left on the bus so i ask, "when are we getting to browns bay?" "oh, we don;t go to browns bay." GRRR So i hop off, on deep creek road, it starts to rain, and I'm running to work so i'm not really late and to fool myself that by running I wouldn't get wet. my brain is so guliable. I'm thundering up deep creek road, cursing the fact that I didn't wear sport shoes to school today, with not only my school bag but my training bag with wet togs and like 30 scarves in it, trying to call anyone on my cell phone. YAY FOR MY BOSS, she came and rescued me half way down carlise road. I didn't have a hair tie, due to leaving it in change room, and now my plan of buying well needed sustinance and hair ties had flown out the window. So i sprinted to my car and got changed, found an old as mysterious hair tie and went to work.
But alas, it got worse. I was starving, but soon break time came and I had my arms full of food. Then i see this lady with a "help me find a product look" on her face. She said two people had told her where vinegar was but she couldn't see it, and I told her more directly where it was. Then she goes, "well i'm already in the cue so could you get it for me?" I'm like "LADY, i'm one person away form getting serverd on my break with hot chicken, and you didn't run here form torbay!!!" but i went and got it anyway. BUT NO!!! it was the wrong bloomin' flavour!!! And she's like, "go back and change it please." so i did, but by then i was fuming, hungry and soo ready to hit her, cos i'd lost my place in the cue.
I was up on my break, i'd got two mini things of pringles, hot chicken nnibbles and a flake, plus a drink, (i was really hungry, plus pringles were on special with my mrs mccaw onecard) and i was like 'right I'll only eat half of this choc bar then I'll eat the rest tomorrow." so i lay into it readin an article in the paper, and when i look, the bar is gone. I looked sheepishly down at my belly and sighed.... i don';t know my own strength!
I was back at work thinking this couldn't get worse, but then instead of typing 4 quanitity for some cream, i put in 74, which totalled $147.26 yup. the customer was angry. I just laughed.
WHAT A DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
but i did make a kick ass "out of order" sign for the kiddie ride.
THOUGHT OF THE DAY: 10 points to richard smart

Red and Black is back

2004-10-04T14:58:00.000+13:00

Suzi has re-inspired me to go to Christchurch. Now it's just a matter of trying to find a course down there which i want to take and will allow me to start second semister, due to a tiny factor of impending trip to South Africa. I'm not going to Lincoln, even though Richie went there, i don't want to learn how to be a farmer. At UC, i've been looking at their courses, and the ones which stand out are Philosophy, History and Religious Studies and kill me now but I've been looking into French and/or German. The good thing is you can get all the way through without having to speak a word, which I'd love for French, after making a promise I'd never had to do a French speaking test again and failing the last one as evil revenge. And i could learn german so I could talk to Max and all the Germans in my class. And Adi! Nine!!! (long story) Just gotta look into the cycling and cricket clubs down there now....
My father thinks the only reason I want to go down there is so I can wash Richie's undies.... I'd rather do that than study!!!!

The thing is, I applied for a cricket scholarship before I got into this cricketing slump, and I got a call from the guy today and I have got through to the INTERVIEW ROUND!!! (imagine flashing lights and buzzers, a la tacky American gameshow) And that's with Sports Science at Massey. If i get that scholarship (chances are slim though) I'll stay here for sure, I'll put up with three years in Auckland if someone's paying for my uni. But none of this is leading to the sports photographer I wanna be, but I know i couldn't handle three years of artistic photography and know I'm wasting thousands of dollars.

I had a flash of intellectual brilliance yesterday: Why not start second semister??? It's so simple.... (envisioning Hansel from Zoolander... "The files are in the computer?? It's so simple....") Then i don't have to worry about studying while preparing for the tour, I can go to the gym and work lots, so when i come home I'm not broke, and then I can work after that until it's time for second semister to start.... I dunno. Why can't a degrgee, endless ammounts of money, sporting talent and Richie McCaw fall into my lap without any effort??

Larry and Lee, you win. I'm stuffed. I'm walking like I've got something shoved up my butt and I'm scared to bend because my quads feel like they're going to snap. Stairs are painful. And like i made the awful mistake of saying to Troy... Going down hurts. (Not the right thing to say to a guy as vulgar as Troy, or Larry, on second thought.) Downward stairs or ramps, anything of the like, are major missions. No gym today! can't wait til next training!!!

Lots of school work to do, most of it French and English. Grrrrrrr.
But i did inspire a little third former to play cricket today with my misorganised speech at third form assembly. (she came up to me in the toilets and asked me about it - yay for me!!)
Thought of today: Where is spring???

Blatantly Janice

2004-10-03T13:10:00.000+13:00

This weekend has been the closest to a holiday i've had all holidays. Yesterday was hell, but in that "know it's going to help me" kinda way. For colts training we did a beep test, which wasn't really 20m, so we all got pretty godd results. Me? Well i decided not go go as best i could to look like some improvement has happened, good choice i think. Just so long they don't make the next one an actual 20m test. I batted okay, bowling was a bit funny because I haven't dome that in a while, and fielding was good minus the whole "arm still feeling like it's popping out" feeling when reaching for an overhead ball. Keeping was poo. So after 5 HOURS of training i got an ice cream and expired gracefully until i had to go to another training for Harbour, which luckily was bowling and not being a bowler I got to just bat. YAY!!! I batted pretty well until Sarah started filming me, when then the bolwers decided to bowl properly or I just freaked out and didn't play any attacking shots. But it was a long day.... I was so sore.
At Colts training, they laughed at me for my favourite song list. (we did an "interview one of your teammates" session) They said that the fact I like "wake me up before you go-go" will no doubt be used against me in future.

I later went to Suzi's to watch Richie's boys absolutely cane Auckland, and although my score-picking was a little high, I had the Red and Blacks to win. AND THEY DID! Richie almost got a try but dropped the ball right at the last second. Nice one babe. :) and he said 'ahhh.." 26 times in his post-match interview. So articulate. I was asked to turn the heater off and that entailed getting on the floor, which then took me 5 mins to get off again. Pain.....

IT"S THE FIRST POLL!!!!! (post your results, all 2 of my readers!) DO YOU THINK CALEB RALPH WOULD BE RIGHT AT HOME ALONG SIDE JEMIMA PUDDLEDUCK IN A BEATRIX POTTER SERIES IN MR MCGREGOR'S GARDEN?????
not caleb ralph the player, just the name.

Today i slept in after telling Jen to pospone golf by an hour... forgot about daylight savings and knew with this body I wouldn't get out of bed before 9. I met Jen for some driving range fun down in Barry's Point Rd, where, note to self, they sell racing bikes just up the road. So being a driving range virgin i thought this would be fun, and it was. My first shot was good, and i thought "BOOYA! this'll be great" then it all sorta rolled downhill like something that goes downhill fast. Some were popped 30m into the air but landed only 2 feet in front of me. I had to clubs, a driver and one with an 8 on it, so it's an 8 iron or 8 wood, like i know, so i mixed and matched. Some were hit into the roof, or to a guy three booths away from me. Then i decided, I hadn't really thrown any Sparky Dawson class into this, well the misses were supreme Sparky, but i thought lets' make this more fun. I took a running start, manouvered over the mat and blasted the ball further than anything I'd hit standing still. It was fantastic. Then this semi-hot guy walked past and i thought "oh no, watch me blow this one" and i didn't. In fact it was my shot of the day and went about 120m. Perfect. Tiger watch your back sunshine. Me and my running start are after you! Sums me up really: The simple, proper way to do things is out of my league, yet the hard and unnessecary i have perfected. Jen and i have decided that we will do that once a month.
I got a letter in the post telling my folks how bad my history results were. Miss Gibson, I love ya, but if you knew that I pulled that decision essay out of my ass with no study at all, you'd be a lot more appreciative!

What a lovely day today is. It's like beach weather. Usually the first thing I'd say on a day like this is "lets' play cricket" but not today. Hmmmm.......

well that's about all. I've got work in 2 hours (uggh) and i still have to write up what happened at training yesterday. School starts tomorrow. Not really looking forward to that, although it's the last time I can say that, so maybe I should be looking forward to the last few weeks of normaility with all my buddies. (tear) And i've had a Chirstchurch revival and wanna go there real bad next year. Hmmmm, decisions!!!!
And I'll leave you with my latest Zoolander quote: "I want you to meet Katinka Ignagobovana-naaaaa."

feeling better!

2004-09-30T11:32:00.000+12:00

Okay, so still a little annoyed about cricket and the fact that nothing's happening, but going to the gym with Jen and Rach is helping me get back into it. I'm going to play summer hockey with them, BACK TO THE GOOD OLD DAYS!! I was a goal scoring machine when I was younger, so let's hope the form and fitness are there somewhere.
I saw Nick Evans at the gym again today..... he's so fine. No where Richie, but still fine. Jen was going to give me $20 if i went up and asked him to play basketball with us, but he left so I couldn't.
We went to this stretch class today, which is half yoga, half lying on the floor pulling your leg funny angles. The guy that took it had a mohawk down the BACK of his head, not on the top. And his hair wasn't very long, so it didn't really serve a purpose. Jen and I spent most of our time pondering whether it was intentional or just the way his hair was. oh yes, it was a great hour. the thing is, i really feel for the guy, because other than us, they are all really old people. Next youngest being about 35. He looks about 26, and he fake laughs at their jokes cos it's not really funny. And the class members are all buddy-buddy and you can see Brad going "how did i land this job???" and his laugh is so fake and really loud. It was quite amusing. If you ask Jen, when he came to "correct my posture" he was checking us out, but i don't think so. Then again, I couldn't really blame him, because the other ladies there are all really old.
EWWWWWWWWW - and one of them was wearing a red g-string that i really didn't need to see, but a man pointed it out to everyone. I looked at Jen and was like "i'm going to vomit" Who wears a g-string to a exercise class????
I got beaten at round the world again. I look like a pro but can't land anything within the three point range. outside it i can, and i've got some mean lay ups going on now, but normal shot just don't land. Luck it's cycling i'm taking up!
Well mum and dad came home from visiting Andrew, where they went to the Cadbury factory (which if you've seen andrew lately is not suprising!) and now we have lots of chocolate. MMMMM - melted curly wurly.
I have to work tonight. All the more money for South Africa i guess. Whoo!
We have hard out fitness testing for U19s on saturday, and i'm worried because we're supposed to be running 14's on the beep test by december, and this first result will be reall bad!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH - oh well, make it look like i'm improving i guess.
Thought for the day: What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail???

NO MORE CRICKET

2004-09-27T20:56:00.000+12:00

that's right. i dunno why but i'm just not going WHOOOO! time for training. it's not floating my boat right now. SO i'm not training next week, or the week after. I'm thinking seriously about cycling, the only thing stopping me is the fact i don't have $3000 for a bike. And i'm so meh at the moment that i'm not quite sure who I am any more. I mean i got out Zoolander and hardly laughed.
Then there's Andrew and Troy. Troy's ruined alot of things in my life, like songs and movies. He dropped so many chessy lines that instead of going "awww" at romantic songs or movies, i now shudder. i could've handled the whole situation better, and wouldn't have to deal with this now. But i don't wanna see him anymore and i think maybe i should get andrew to yell at him. Tell him the man bruise really was him beating me.
meh i'm not sure i don't wanna be a professional cricketer anymore. At least right now i don't want anything to do with it. only the people.
However, I DID BEAT NICK EVANS ASS ON A ROWER AT THE GYM THE OTHER DAY!!!! (note nick eveans is an all black) oh yeah
and there's lots of hot guys at the new gym that i can look at for inspiration

so there you have it. me moaning. cos it's all about me!!!!!!!

hmm, not sure what i'm doing take 2

2004-09-25T15:21:00.000+12:00

okay, all i wanted to do was to comment on sam's and now i've ended up with my own page. hmmm, now that'll be enthralling entertainment.
How are we all??? Good i hope.
I just want to say that i love sam burrows more than he'll ever know and he has had the single biggest impact on my life than anyone else.
i'm thinking about giving up cricket... Never thoguht i'd say that.
WEll this is really weird, but it's truly all about me. Note how i won't get many visitors!!! HEHEHEHE
Happy holidaying (it's a verb)
Heather

hmm, not sure what i'm doing

2004-09-25T15:20:00.000+12:00