PROGRESS

mon, jul 07 08 at 18:39

Well, not really.

But I did get lots done today.

I may just have finally broken out of my denial of moving, by doing all the compulsary moving stuff.

Basically ringing a whole bunch of people (power, phone, insurance, century 21, etc) and giving them definitive dates and the like.

So that’s that- things are finally in motion. We’ll be out of four-bar-ninety-three by the 11th of August. I’m trying not to think about it again because god damn I love that flat!

At least it’s kind of captured in Fairy Tale Soup.. kind of. Not that I’ll ever watch that again.

Okay, my bum is a bit sore from sitting at this netcafe for so long.

peas

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PUBLIC DISPLAYS OF EMOTION

sat, may 10 08 at 20:47

I fly/move/flee to london in less than three months.

That’s quite terrifying.

I was going to write about the terrible things that have happened to me in the last month but have decided against it, since I only really write in this thing when bad things happen. Probably not a very healthy blogging relationship.

Basically just bad hormonal reactions to stuff, but i’m off it now and trying to get better.

I’m sorry if I’ve been a bit antisocial lately. You can say hi though. I’d like that.

I don’t have the energy to write anything else right now.

Let’s hang out though, I don’t have much longer before I go.

xo

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I HAVE JURY SERVICE TODAY.

mon, feb 25 08 at 08:10

I’m the hot one in the back, obvs.

Also, I google-image-searched for “jury service”, and found this gem:

l-o-l!

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WE LIKE, WE LIKE TO PARTY

fri, feb 08 08 at 10:01

(brief photo essay update)

Kaikahu Rd:

Old Photo:

Camp:

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LOST IN TE AROHA

thu, jan 24 08 at 16:16

I’m currently in Te Aroha, waiting for night-time, so things can finally start happening.

That’s right, I’m so bored, I’m updating my blog.

Once again I’ve been roped into another Te Aroha production, (I say “roped”, but actually am v. excited about this one!) and this time it’s nightshoots for the trailer..preview..thing of “Kaikahu Rd”, Marama’s teen-romp brainchild.

But before I get into Te Aroha, I should probably recap the last two months, as I’ve been embarassingly slack as usual, and typically only posted one blog while I was away, and of course only talked about the flight over and NOTHING ELSE.

Even the most loyal reader(s) have probably given up by now, as, (as Marama put it) “I’ve stopped blogging because i have a boyyyyyfrieeeeend”.

Which is true.

Why bother impressing you lot with witty rantings, when I don’t even need to impress Michael anymore? Hoho!

So, photos withstanding, the trip to Hong Kong was… interesting?

I felt slightly bad, as I had built up HK quite a bit to Michael, and conveniently forgot that the country does, in fact, have some crappy bits. And is slightly (mainly) shopping oriented. And slightly muggy and over-crowded.

We still had fun though, being tourists, and giving peace-signs and trying not to get ripped off or done for buying fake DVDs.

Unfortunately the main downer of our trip came from my family.. well, parents.

On our second day in the country, my mother decided to give us one of “those” speeches. You know the one.

The one about THE FUTURE and WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE and ARE YOU GOING TO WORK FOR ME IN CHINA.

Needless to say, it was painful and terrifying.

She basically went a bit nuts over the fact I didnt really want to pursue a career in fashion/shipping/whatevershedoesinchina.

Then she decided that I (no, make that “we”, as poor Michael had to witness this too) had no future in New Zealand and that we should move somewhere else…

…possibly China.

Or Hong Kong.

Or Macau. (Macau sucks, by the way. We went there for less than 24 hours. Thats how bad it sucked.)

We said we’d think about it, and we did. For AGES. And decided on London.

Now, as much as I don’t actually like London at all, we felt it was probably the best move, as my mother has been subtly suggesting I study in London for a few years now, as my sister lives there. Not to mention that M has a british passport, plus, we’d be living rent free.

So that’s that. We’re moving to the UK sometime this year (possibly August? Want to buy some furniture? A car? Look after Dusty for 2 years?), and I’ll be jump-starting my new career in hair/make-up with a 20 week course thing.

Not that I don’t still love editing, which I do. I just thought it would be a good idea to add to my skillbase.

Skillz base.

We went to China a few times, which was quite painful, emotionally, mentally and physically, as I contracted food poisoning, much to everyone’s surprise.

Michael and I were basically treated like the kids, having no say about where we were going, or what we were doing, let alone having any time to ourselves to explore the non-tourist attraction side of things.

Let me explain: we visited a pearl factory. This woman with an extraordinary accent and bulgy eyes briefly told us about how pearls are made and all that bollocks about clams and such. She told us about how long it takes for them to be harvested, and that the larger the pearl the more time it takes and more valuable it is.

So this whole ordeal takes about 10 minutes, and she has a dinky table and shows us a real clam and pearl, and makes us guess how much the pearls princess Diana is wearing in the photograph costs. Go on, take a guess.

Then, she takes us into this big pearl shop, where other suckers/tourists are already buying stuff.

It’s a sham! It was all a sham!

And it worked, because my mother decided to buy me some pearls. Now, I don’t mean to sound ungrateful here, pearls are nice and all, but she had obviously wanted to buy something, and since she hadnt found anything to her liking, I now own a string of pearls that I will hardly ever wear. They do make me look like a movie star, though.

This exact same scenario happened with the “Silk Factory”. Same deal, same woman, but instead of clams and pearls, we got to see worms and cocoons. Gross. And she STILL bought stuff! She took about an hour deciding on what kind of silk sheets and duvets she wanted. (In the end, when we got home, she didnt like them anymore.)

So yeah, that was China.

The rest of the trip was pretty good, though. We went to both Ocean Park (awesome, hands down. we even ran out of time to see the pandas!) and Disneyland (sucked, only had one good ride.. we went on the space mountain 3 times, and i felt nauseous after. but it was so worth it.), hung out with Vanessa, went to the Zoo (about a bajillion monkeys and birds, and one sleeping jaguar) and went to the video arcade multiple times.

We even went “on the town” for New Years Eve! We went to Lan Kwai Fong, famous for the huge amounts of people, and not to mention all the White People. Stayed for about 30 minutes, and traveled to Wanchai, famous for middle aged white men leching on young chinese/filipino women, and underaged highschoolites. Stayed for about 40minutes before we rushed to Tsim Sha Tsui, the heart of the NYE celebrations, complete with seas of people, giant clocktower countdown and fireworks.

We made it just in time for the fireworks, as we ran towards what we thought was the waterfront. We made it just in time for “Three! Two! One!” And caught a glimpse of the massive amount of bodies. We quickly realised that these same bodies were all going to be going the same way, and that we should rush back towards the subway, or be crushed trying to do so. We made it home by a not-a-big-night-at-all 1:45am.

I mean, we DID have a flight home the next day. Admittedly at 7pm, but still.

Wait, make that 9pm, as our flight was delayed two hours. That’s right.

And then when we checked in (60kgs worth of stuff between us!!) and boarded, we were delayed another 2 hours.. on the plane, with no airconditioning and lots of cranky sweaty tourists.

I can’t actually remember the flight back very well because of what happened when we landed.

We got out of the airport (Michael’s parents picked us up) on Tuesday the 2nd and I received a phonecall from my mother. She sounded tired, but I figured it was because it was about 9am there, which is early for her. I assumed she was calling to make sure I’d arrived safely, and I started telling her about the delays and how lame it was.

She interrupted me to tell me something terrible had happened, that her sister had died. She wanted me to come to Singapore, as the funeral was on the Sunday (6th). I told her I’d be there, and subsequently cried my eyes out. I spent the rest of Tuesday trying to find last minute flights that would allow me to return to NZ in time for Marama and Joe’s wedding. I had already tearfully explained to Marama that I might not be able to make it, and that I’d try my best.

In the end, I found a flight, leaving on the 4th, arriving on the 5th, with a 6-hour stopover in Brisbane (the most boring airport on earth). Flying out on the 7th, arriving on the 8th at 12:35pm, with just enough time to make it to the (thankfully) 8:30pm night wedding.

I won’t go into detail about Singapore. It was really difficult, and I’d rather not write about it here.

However, my sister and I got along better than we have all year. It was probably because we were both making an effort to. It was nice, and gave me hope in the three of us getting along when we move into her apartment.

The wedding, of course, was magnificent. Marama looked radiant (only because i did her makeup, of course), despite my being the reason we almost didnt make it. It had started raining, and of course, being the only one stupid enough to be wearing stockings (TOELESS!) and slippery shoes, my attempts at making it down Lynn’s treacherous drive were quite futile. Uncle Stan offered to drive us down. Until his car got stuck in the ditch. JANDALS! WHERE ARE YOUR JANDALS?!, Marama cried

BY THE COUCH! i replied, as the bride, wedding dress and all, ran back to the house, up the trecherous drive and past the abandoned car, to grab the aforementioned jandals so i could walk down.

The rest of the night was perfect, of course. Even though the music didnt work, it was still wonderful, as everyone sang “amazing grace” as we walked down the aisle, and noel (and rachel joined in of course) was asked to sing during the ceremony.

Oh, and I cried “like a little bitch” during the vows. If it wasn’t a wedding I probably would have spewed because it was all so damn adorable!

The speeches were equally lovely. Brad’s speech was basically amazing. It had all the makings of the perfect best man’s speech- quotes, anecdotes (hilarious, embarassing, and romantic), and general all-round loveliness and goodness. Almost cried again at this moment.

The rest of the night is a blur. A drunken walking-into-disco-balls-blur. A dancing more than I have in the last two years, whilst singing “Gangsta’s Paradise” and knowing every word blur.

And there was something about a giant wooden duck in the bathroom of the Mountain lodge. And some terrible jokes from Sam Brown. And a bit of hand-holding. (hi chelsea)

We stayed up till about 5am, and headed off to Auckland at 8:30am.

About a week later, I was enlisted as hair/makeup/general helpery things on Kaikahu Rd.
Last week was fantastic, and this week can only get better. These girls are troopers.

I’m now tired and hot and annoyed with this slow-ass computer.

Am hoping this gargantuan update will make up for months of neglect. I’m sorry, internet!

I may update very soon, with promises if camp-recaps and old and incredibly embarassing photos.

i like to rock the party.

love, tanya xo

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