BACK ON THE DRUGS...

adding to the depression of the lakers losing against the nuggets is that i'm sick.

i'm on a cocktail of perscription drugs, augmentin being one of them.

once again, i think it's a phsycological thing because i just don't want to be heading back to NZ, and all the dramas just waiting to un-fold when i return. i cannot be botheed with all that bull-shit. so anyways, went to the doctor and they refered me to the ENT (ears, nose & throat) specialist, appointment on tueday (the day before i leave).

worst case scenario: i could blow my ear drums out, by flying for 15hrs.

hmmm. good times. can't wait to get back to nam already, and i haven't even left!!! i emailed my papa bear and begged to go up for a week. (practically, straight after i get off the plane lmao) haven't heard from him yet.

freaking out over my sisters 21st. i have got no idea what to say. she wants me to do a siva samoa (samoan dance) too. add that to my list of things that are stressing me out. at least i've sussed her present out.

drugs have kicked in, i'm feeling drowsy. time to enter dream-land me thinks.

NUGGETS - 90 ... LAKERS - 79

i gotta say, j.r smith really lit up that score board though. andersen's defence was on point too. so i guess they deserved the win... i honestly thought the lakers were gonna come back though. they ended up playing like the jets in the last quater, it made me mad. i couldn't watch the last 1min 28 sec of the game. had to leave the room lolz

KAPA HAKA IN SAIGON...

damn it, while eating a beautiful salmon bagel at au parc today, i saw an article in "the word - hcmc" magazine about there being a NZ wine & food fest here... tomorrow! i got all excited, coz i was like cool! lets go watch kapa haka in viet nam. and HELLO, it says "kiwis can buy their tickets in the foyer of the metropolitan building, 235 dong khoi, on feb 5 from 9am."

...it's the 27th of feb today.

bastards. who sells tickets that early anyway? i emailed the contact person asking if i could some how get 2 tickets and i knew it was short notice but i only found out today blah blah blah, but haven't heard back from anyone. damn, was hoping to get some mari action to write home abot haha.

WHY GIVE ADVICE IF NO-ONE WANTS TO HEAR IT?

so anyways, rev has this big plan about picking up an english teaching job (without any sort of teaching qualification) in asia, make money, travel, and then move to the uk/europe to work and live for a couple of years. since i'm here, it's only natural to ask me for a heads up on the asian front.

so i was straight up, gave my personal opinion, along with hard facts, and then i got an email back, which when i began to read it, i knew she was pissed off with what i had to say.

what can you do? once again i'm in one of those damned if you do. damned if you don't situations.

i don't want to gloss everything over and say it'll be sweet as, and when she arrives, be totally screwed. i also don't want her to think that i'm just tryna kill her joy and keep asia all to myself so she can't experience it...

so a big "opps" on my behalf for thinking that being honest and giving a realistic point of view was the best thing to do.

next time anyone asks me for advice, ima just shrug my shoulders and say "i don't know". because it seems that if you don't tell people what they wanna hear you're screwed. and then when they get fucked over, your screwed for not telling them.

moral of the story: we are all screwed.

the end!

ALL I WANT IS A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP...

so i know that people either believe or don't, in things like angels, ghosts, psychics, spirits, mediums etc etc. i'm not a hard-core believer in like, jennifer love-hewitt's ghost whisperer, but i like to believe in some higher beings watching out for you and having your back.

i'm not overly religious, i respect peoples differences and don't like those new lifers that try and shove christianity down your throat. i'm pretty private about my beliefs because it's just between me and the universe.

being in asia, has made me open to buddhism. it's great! but i don't think i could go through with complete conversion. (too many years of R.E hahaha) but i can say that i am open minded to some of their beliefs.

in some parts of the world i've been to recently, i totally don't feel like j.c has any rule. (seriously haha) it's like when you're outta your cell phone range. there are other cell phone towers, but they belong to different companies that you're not signed up to. (that's what it feels like to me)

while i was in hanoi, i went past and photographed the 1912 markets, which is actually a mass grave filled with freedom fighters who were resisting the french. in maori beliefs, it is a big no-no to take photos of such places. and if you've ever been to a tangi, or been to the cemetry with a maori, you'll notice that when we leave we throughly wash our hands, flick water over back, (sometimes even emerse our head under the tap) and even sprinkle our car with water. we do that to wash away any spirit of the dead we may have picked up along the way and to prevent them from following us around.

anyways, i think i may have picked up something while on my travels. at first i thought it was just me in dream mode. then when i was awake, i explained it away by 'it must be up-stairs or next-door'. but the noises i hear really can't be from next door or up stais (even though i really wish they were and keep telling myself that they are).

3 nights in a row i've woken up and just had an un-easy feeling. (sorry if you were expecting me to see headless people walking around lolz or lamps moving... not quite). and for 3 nights i've had to sleep with the light on. (i know, how kindergarten is that?) and even sleeping with the light on doesn't help me get back to sleep that well.

a can guarentee that at 3am there will either be a tapping from inside the wardrobe, or else it sounds like someones tryna open my ranch slider to the balcony. (i live on the 15th floor, no fire escape, no way that anyone can jump from balcony to balcony unless you had a flying super-power). so i get up and turn the light on to investigate, and the noise will stop but the room gets really hot, and then the un-easy feeling washes over me.

i always wanna turn the air-con on but on the first night it flickered on and off and then i remembered in the 6th sense that those ghouls like cold places so i was like ok, i'll just have to sweat it out haha

i googled "how to get rid of bad spirits" and these are some of the suggestions-

Say "By the blood of Jesus Christ I command you to leave this home."

Say "In the Name of Jesus Christ, I demand you to flee from this house now. You have no power here!"

What you can do is sprinkle sage around the perimeter of the house and inside as well.

Using Holy Water and sprinkling it in every room of the house while making the sign of the cross with ur hand & saying in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.

Salt- you put it in 4 corners of your room...in doorways and you can burn Amber Incense



Ok, that is all good and well, but HELLO what if it don't speak english?! do you reckon christian things work on spirits that might be something other than christian?

i even bought rosary beads from the cathedral in town yesterday, in hope they'd put me at ease. (i know, how superstitious catholic can yo get?) they haven't done shit for me.

anywho, that's my scooby doo moment for everyone. (i wish he was here to solve my mystery and tell me everything that i'm getting jumpy over can be explained away!) i'd totally hook him up with scooby snacks!!! hahaha

lets hope it'll let me sleep right through tonight!

SPINNERS...

ohhhh this is too good to be true dahahahaha i want one. check - check - check it out panic goods for more...

WHAT'S INSIDE?

this reminded my of the christmas present i got from j.skywalker. good stuff! loads more prints atkeep calm gallery.

I LOVE YOU MORE THAN...

omg found this great website called i love you more than blank!!! abit late for valentines day but nevermind. these are afew of my faves, they've got the usual "i love you more than life itself" blah blah blah ones too, for all those O.G romantics haha anyways, you know what i'll be doing during work hours today lolz check it out!

MY DAILY CONSCIOUS EFFORT...

mumzy is a fucken bitch to my nana. i don't know why she gets shitty at me for the way i treat her, if the only example i have on 'how to treat your mother' is the way she treats her own.

(yes, i have 'mommy issues' hahaha)

#02 -"MYSTERY"...

it's still growing on me. i don't usually wear colour because i think i have weird lips lolz but i like the sparkles in this lipstick. i just got it on a whim, thinking i'd most probably give it away. but now i think i'll keep it ha!

LAYDEE *A* NEEDS...

One of those stupid things that gets fowarded on facebook.

Here’s how it works: Google “[your first name] needs” and share the first 10 results. That's it: it is that simple. But be honest!
(I used my real name though)

Here we go-

Laydee *A* needs KPE

Laydee *A* needs Flex

Laydee *A* needs Korero

Laydee *A* needs Podcast

Laydee *A* needs Auckland

Laydee *A* needs MySpace

Laydee *A* needs Results

Laydee *A* needs Vital Statistics

Laydee *A* needs Lady Cats

Laydee *A* needs Full text of "Grammar and vocabulary of language spoken by Motu

hmmm... that was incredibly boring. lolz @ the korero though.

MELIA HOTEL...

why the hell are these all out of order... i don't get it. oh well, i'm staying here and you can find these photos on the melia website because i'm too lazy to take any of my own at the moment. (shit i could say i was staying anywehere hahaha) will get some from my camera later, when i find my other card.

VIEW FROM THE 20TH FLOOR...

this is the view from my hotel window. winter is so gay. everything is sooo dreary looking. i find it hard to wake up in the morning because it's so dark. it's so weird that hanoi and ho chi minh city are both in vietnam, 'coz they seem worlds apart. government is here though, so that really does make a difference. can you believe the tv channels are different here?! lolz it's like wellington having a more limited choice than auckland because the prime minister lives there lolz.

NOI BAI INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT (HA NOI)...

you gets no love from me!

i was BUSTING after i got off the plane and after waiting in line for the longest time, toilet #1 didn't lock (and it was the wheel chair toilet so i couldn't exactly reach over and hold it shut), toilet #2 had no toilet paper and pee all over the toilet seat (i think everyone just squated on it), toilet #3 the door didn't shut but i really needed to go so i just held it with one hand while i went lmao

soap- yes. hand dryer- yes. totally gross- yes.

rating: 2 stars.

MAMA CAUSES AIRPORT DRAMA...

she's just lucky that she wasn't in vietnam 'coz they don't take this kind of ish 'round here. the security would've done a chrianna and beat her ass for that sort of behaviour haha. (oooh, a little to early to be joking about that?) HA! aww well.

i do have to point out how calm her husband is everytime she goes off and even lovingly tries to pick her up off the ground. poor bastard is married to that drama queen. he will be reawarded for his suffering in his next life no doubt.

moral of the story: don't be late for your flight and marry well. hahaha

STICKY FINGERS...

because i've got over-sized man hands i some how manage to smear this all over the outside of the container hahaha it's an oldie but a goodie tho. (even tho it's crap on a hot day because the gloss sorta melts...) looks cool hanging off my bag lolz

CHARMED AND DANGEROUS...

i've had one already, but it's finished so i got another one yesterday. i'm not big on the elle perfume by YSL. smells similar to a flyspray my nana uses. i like the lip gloss though.

INSPECTOR GADGET...

oooh yea, doncha wish your girlfriend was hott like me? hahaha i don't know where that came from. but i'm in a good mood and i just wanted to show you guys my cool YSL thingy that i forgot to mention yesterday because i was so pissed off. i had a really good sleep last night so things can only get better right?

anywho, this is from YSL's 'bow collection'. i love these little things you can pick up at duty free.

FUCK YOU FRIDAY... (yes i totally copied)

i am not coping.

nope. i am totally FUCKED OFF right now. do this, do that, have you done this? why did you do that? why isn't that finished? where's this? oh look, i did it way faster than she could've.

can everyone just fuck off and give me a break?

i want to cry... but i won't. because only pussies cry. as my dad says "harden up".

so instead, i'm seriously considering developing an eating disorder so i can feel that i have some control over at least SOMETHING in my life. (sorry about my insensitivty to anyone who has had or is currently recovering from an eating disorder.)

now i'm being told to cease work and relax with everyone to watch a dvd, when less than 10mins ago they were breathing down my neck about getting all this shit down.

i mean WTF?! no wonder bloody why people go fucken insane-o.

i'm not cut out for this job. i don't want to return to NZ but i don't want to be here either. fuck the world.

i think i've just totally copied the nerd at the cool tables "fuck you friday". (i'm so sorry bro.)

but it's friday and it's a BIG gigantic FUCK YOU FRIDAY on my behalf.

p.s: i usually don't use the "F-Word" this frequently in real life. but this is the internet and not real life. not one reads this shit anyway.

fuck you for not reading about my problems hahahahaha.

ok i feel better now.

SLUMDOG MILLIONARE SUCKS...

i'm so unimpressed at danny boyle's SLUMDOG MILLIONARE, a badly scripted palagi portrayal of the beautiful story "Q&A" written by indian, vikas swarup.

cast? brilliant. setting? amazing. story-line? shit. the movie lost the essence of the entire story. if you can get your hands on a copy of the book BEFORE watching the movie, I BEG YOU to do so, and you'll understand what i'm talking about.

i know books are always better than the movies (shit, i've read all the harry potter books and the movies miss out shitloads) but with this movie, it's different. when you try and make a film about a culture that is not your own. one that people already have negative stereotypes about. one that is a key element in the entire story which is practically left out completely, well that's when you shouldn't take such a task on.

i'm not saying danny boyle sucks. no. trainspotting was fucken awesome. he got that spot on, because he's british. and he was dealing with brit culture. something he is a product of and understands completely.

but slumdog millionare? an INDIAN story, about a product of INDIA??? he doesn't even have any indian in him. or any indian heritage. so how can he understand? man, i friggin hate when white people try and make a 'cultural' film when they think they hit the spot, but really...

anywho, the sound track is totally off the hook. here's one of my faves "jai ho" which translates to "victory to thee" the lyrics are surreal, but i won't bore you with them.

YES PLEASE...

i'm not a big fan of mr.vuitton, actually i'm quite the hater when it comes to the LV label lolz. but i think it's the pop art element to the stephen sprouse collection that's making me look twice and re-think my stance on it.