cut, burned and bruised

dishwashing

I've been working for 8 hours today. And we didn't have that many customers. tomorrow will be hell, there are over twice as many customers... *SIGH* As grateful as I am for the opportunity to make some cash, I don't think I will want the ongoing position. Mopping with a mop that was introduced in the 60's is killing my back. The growing piles of dishes are bringing me down. Yes... I think I can't go on with this job. I just hope my first paycheck will come quickly.

Better get some rest so I can do some last minute mugging up for my exam tomorrow.

hurricanes lost...

As it was so eloquently put in Wallace and Gromit: the bounce is gone from my bungey. The hurricanes lost yesterday. It was very foggy, and not so good to see what was going on on the field, but they lost none the less. We were watching it at the loaded hog, with some ppl, quite a nice little bunch of staffordians and some Germans on the side, hehe. After the game Trong got us some beer because he had put money on the Crusaders to win by 1-7 points.

I've been daydreaming almost the whole day. Tucked safely inside my own little world where everything that I want is within reach.. It's comfortable, but a bit unnerving as well, as I have an exam on Tuesday. Right now I'm downloading heeps of german music, my tactic is to listen to stuff with german texts tomorrow.

The Dishwasher

I woke up. I went to school. I went to student job search. I applied for a job. I got the job. I worked from 7 till 10pm and I will work four days next week! YEE!!! Job!! Money!! No more despair, I can pay my bill and everything, I don't have to fret about my money! Ahh.... Such a relief. I am the new kitchenhand at portland hotel thorndon. It's not a lucrative job, but at least it brings home some cash. I'm quite high today.

Apart from that, I'm hooked on pride and prejudice... I've been watching it three times already! Man... it's becoming an obsession like harry potter.. help! I can't go back to the elizabethan time, and I can't live such a life, with all the beautiful words, and I can't find a guy like that! Not this lifetime at least! What am I going to do?!

It's such a beautiful movieeeee....

I took Manuel's advice and went out for a walk to get some fresh air. Nothing like a walk to clear your mind, get things sussed in the brain. It's time to take control of my life. I've switched off my cat, from now on it's my own job to bring the cash. I shall go to student jobsearch tomorrow and get a job of some sort. At the same time it struck me that my exam is in only four days.. time to take action and rehearse some German. If my test today went crap, it's only because I didn't study enough for it. Hard cold fact. I have packed up my moon piece, from now on I'm wearing the dragon around my neck for a while. No piece can help bring beneficial change, that is my job as well. I have to change things around.
For now I'm gonna give a f that I'm getting red spots all over. At least they treat me well, they don't itch that bad, and in fact most of the day I don't notice them at all. Just give it some time and see if there's a change. At least if I die my parents can sue the doctor that "treated" me.

nothing.

Everything is going wrong nowadays. I'm feeling pretty low at the moment. I'm sick and I spent $60 that I don't have on a doctor's appointment and medicines that didn't fix anyting at all. My money will take forever to get here, and even when I get them I have to wait another half week before I can access them because my netbank sent my visa card to the wrong address, it was sent back and now they're saying that IF the card comes back to them they will send it to the right address... *sigh* I got a B+ for the easiest assignment this year, and I did bad on my test today. so good bye to the only A+ that I ever had the chance to get. The worst of all is that most of these things are not only probably, but most likely all my own foult. I don't know what it is that I've got, but I know now that it isn't scabies, and it's not an allergic reaction because I haven't been eating anything unusual, it's probably not bedbugs because I have steam washed my entire bed, and still I'm getting red spots everywhere. I've done so much for nothing. I'm really tired. I feel like a song by Nick Cave. I'm going to bed and I'm staying there untill June.

OVEN!!

Soundtrack: Underworld - you bring light in

We finally got the oven! So, the whole afternoon has been devoted to baking various things. It feels so great to have an oven! Being able to bake! But now we realise how small our kitchen is... We have to find a better place for it than the table. Big decisions.

Our oven and the first produce. :)

The sophisticated bunch: Eating homemade pizza on the floor, listening to Chopin and discussing German composers.. hehe.

My crew. My lovelies. Cleaning up all my mess that took me two and a half hour to create. you gotta love 'em.

essay again

soundtrack: Fat freddy's drop - flashback (jazzanova's breathe easy mix)

I'm trying to write my essay. I have two days to do it. So what do I do? the last half hour or so I've been taking pictures of my eyes, trying to determine what colour they are. And I have reached a conclusion. The more light that shines on them, the more yellow they are. So I thought I'd just put that on my blog, just so I can have some feeling of accomplishment today too...

Looks like it's gonna be a really calm and uneventful weekend. not entirely though: My hopeless flatmate did the dishes yesterday after cooking, even though I did not ask him to. I think Manuel has a positive effect on him, because every time Manuel is here, he behaves totally different. Hmm... strange. I've already started packing. Can't wait for my dad to get here!! I talked to him yesterday, he's booked the ticket, n he's arriving on the 20th of June, exactly one month from now! I wanna plan a nice little itinerary, so that he gets to see a lot of nice stuff. Definitely gonna take him to Rotorua to see the Geysirs, and he wants to see Hobbiton. ^_^ ooh! Let time pass quickly!

flatmate blues

These days I'm spending and increasing amount of time being annoyed by my flatmate. He's like a brain tumour. So... this post is going to just be a rant about him, be warned, if you cannot be bothered, DON'T read on.

He is like a piece of furniture, always at the same place, which is here (snarl) and always saying the same things over and over and over.... "are you going out?" "Hello?" "what are you making?" "did you go shopping?" grrrr.... Why is it sooooo important to know at all times who is in when you're not even going to talk to them!? every - single - time.. Can't you see that when I'm putting on shoes I'm going out?! YES, when you have four bags of food, you have gone shopping!! C-O-N-T-E-X-T

He never contributes ANYTHING to this flat! he eats and eats, but can NEVER buy bread when we're running out, he NEVER shops! He just sits there, expecting to get everything in his lap! He uses our stuff without asking, taking it for granted that we want to share shampoo and body soap with him. What's that?? I am still not over it, and he still steals my body soap!!!
He can't clean! He can't cook! He destroys our frying pan by using a fork in it, he destroys my strainer by leaving it in a pan with water so that it rusts... He just can'd do the dishes when he's done eating, he does them half way!! AARRGGHHHH!!! He cant even take out the friggin trash when it is sitting on the floor right in front of the door! NOT ONCE has he taken out the trash unless I specifically told him to. And he is TWENTYFIVE!!

He is always more than willing to eat/drink stuff that we offer him, but he never ever gives anything back. Manuel got him beer yesterday, and then suggested that he should get some wine for friday. His response: "I don't like wine..."
Enough. Enough! ENOUGH! ENOUGH! ENOUGH ALREADY!

I'm going insane. Being alone with him just makes me hate him more. Ok, I don't hate him, I just strongly dislike him. Give me the strength to put up with him for another month!

Oh, and happy birthday bloggie! 1 year old today!! :)

Happy 17. May, everyone!

Soundtrack: Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson - Ja vi elsker dette landet

Another year, another 17. May spent away from home. Today's mission: trying to finish my essay, and trying to stay sober and stay away from parties. Missons complete: 0. Peter is leaving tomorrow, and showed up with a whole army of Germans, so again, Norway was invaded by Germany. On 17. May! ah, the tragedy.. Well, thei're nice ppl, so it's ok I think. At least I had a really good celebration, a couple of beers, and then to bed? My essay has now 1800 words, so it's ok. I did some good work today.

*pats myself on the sholder*

Well done me, and happy 17. May!

The Norwegian anthem

Earthquake

This time I'm sure I felt it. Last time there was a big one, I was asleep, and only dreamt of it... Just now, about an hour ago there was another big one north of NZ, but closer this time. Goodness... Mother Earth is grumpy.. all volcanoes are at level 1 alert... maybe I get to see an eruption while I'm here? We'll see.

Earthquake this evening

Soundtrack: Jaga Jazzist - Airborne

So, this weekend has been full of events as usual, and as usual, not many of these events have been related to schoolwork... I went for a party on Friday, it was the birthdayparty of a french girl who lives in Stafford House. We went with the group of people that we know but only hang out with sometimes, it was nice to get to know them better. It was really fun, I even learned how to scrum... hehe. Useful knowledge. On Saturday, the dynamic trio that will be united in a flat next trimester (me, Jo and Manuel) went out clubbing for the first time ever. :) We went to our former flatmate Joe's apartment to preparty, something that did not work very well because of the policies in Mckenzies... It's a pretty sucky hostel. After that we went to GoodLuck bar on Cuba, which was really good. It could have been an epic event, had it not been for Joe, who was so drunk that he couldn't stand on his feet... and decided to stand on Jo's feet instead, causing her shoeheal to break. Pretty shoes... all gone..


Then on Sunday, which actually was devoted to my essay, this random guy that I agreed to tutor that day called me at 2pm(and woke me up..) and insisted on meeting up at Kelburn library. I already told him that I might be too tired on Sunday, but I guess he took it as a joke. I realised that tutoring in Norwegian is a real drag, although it is not that difficult. I just hate having to talk like the TV-hosts do, it sounds all fake and disgusting, but that is the by-the-book way of talking, so no choice. He was doing pretty well though.

Today I've been doing some reading for my essay, and this evening I cut Manuel's hair. A task that was not as easy as it sounds.. We didn't manage to get a machine, so I had to do it all by hand. I must say, the result was not that bad though... I expected it to be a lot more shitty than it turned out... ^_^

NOW, I'm going to have a hot shower and go to bed early to be rested for tomorrow. Gnite!

picture

Funny how amazingly warm and fuzzy your brain goes when someone likes your work... so when someone contacted me on my photoblog and said that they wanted to use one of my pictures because it inspired him deeply, I couldn't say no. The result, a couple of days later is this:

For the original picture, click here.

Everything is in harmony in our flat now for once, cause now everything is sorted out. We know what's gonna happen next trimester, and everyone is cool with it.

So now I'm gonna go to bed all warm and fuzzy inside my brain, feeling completely unacomplished in my studying, and sleep tight until the morning when I have to get up early and have a marketing lecture. Must stop being lazy, or things will go bad...

fuzzy fuzzy fuzzy

satisfied spider

The spider has secured the web, caught the fly, now satisfied it can leave the web to collect dust and disappear.

sometimes it takes a lot of work not to hurt someone...

Soundtrack: The National Bank - blue as we like it

Lies are like spiderwebs. They spread out from the middle, and every single strand of it need to be attatched for the web to work. It's a fragile web, and a breath of wind can destroy it. It needs a spider to maintain it: the liar. The liar makes sure that all the ends are tied up at all times, and this can be quite a formidable task... At the same time the spider has to be careful, not to get caught in the web himself. So tiring... Even though the web that I spun today is quite small, I'm really finding it a task to maintain it. I have tied up the ends, but one end is not yet tied very tight, and I am afraid that it will break. I can't wait for it to get all old and dusty and forgotten.

hurricanes game!

Soundtrack: Björk - the pleasure is all mine

We went for the Hurricanes vs the Reds yesterday, serious fun! Facepaint and all.. hehe. We had a ritual here, painting our faces, and had to force Ronny to paint some of his face. No way was he going with us without paint! He came 'round. Then we went to the game and I got to see Nonu and Umaga live for the first time! Amazing fun! Thankfully the Hurricanes won, even though it wasn't a great game. My hottie, Nonu was playing so I was all happy. The guys were happy about the cheerleaders.. hehe. Something for everyone. After the game we went out for some celebrating. :) had a laaate as night, went to bed at 7:3o ish....

Oh and by the way: on thursday there was a huuuge earthquake on near Tonga, it was a 7,9 one and coastal communities up north evacuated their citicens... pretty weird. There was a tsunami warning, and because international media blew the news up, ppl were worried and left their homes. And lo and behold, now suddenly the government has realised that New Zealand would be sooo dead if there came a real big tsunami. No shit... there didn't seem to be much control here. My dad actually knew about this way before I did, probably cause I was sleeping, and just felt the tremours. I thought it was one of the regular ones.

The Gymoholic

As my funds are running low, I'm experiencing the same work-out curve as last year, when the whole walkaholic thing set in before exams... I'm addicted to the gym. I love the gym. I'm there wayy too much... Yesterday and today, and probably tomorrow too to keep Jo company. my my my... At least it is a somewhat healthy obsession, and hopefully this time I'll be able to see some progress. Since I started training last year in October, I can't say that the reflection in the mirror has changed much.

Been doing German all day, but mostly just for fun and I find that when I procrastinate in German I'm still learning, which is a somewhat dangerous discovery. Reading comics in German is still procrastinating.

I guess I should try to kick in the high gear tomorrow and start some essay, even though I've got a lot of time. Try to do better than last time. That is always a good goal.

a rare occurance: hangover

Soundtrack: Paul Desmond & Dave Brubeck - Take Five

On a tuesday. I am sooo embarrased of myself... Thus I decided to blog, displaying to the world just how embarassed I am and just to make it even worse so that I never do something this stupid again. I can't believe it.. I'm becoming more and more of a teenage drunk the older I get! Maybe it's like a last fling or something before I get too old to act this way. Maybe.. I just know that I'm having so much fun! What am I gonna do.... just keep on going? As long as my grades are ok? Study harder? And play on? Maybe...

Tina und Manuel: Comrades in booze.

Apologized to Jason today, just cause we were kinda abrupt and rude, barging in on him.. He thought it was hilarious. I guess we should consider ourselves lucky that some ppl have humour. And are not too sore about things. Haven't seen the others today. It was fun though, the night ended at about 3am.

Mental note: Never on a Monday.

Drunk happy Tina is typing again...Oh my goodness... Mauel shows up at 8:30 and says that I should come to this international party, and that it's the nast night with Ina an that she will be really sad If I don't come to the party.. So I guess I'm going to the partyright? Anyway, we make a total fool of ourselves, barging into Jason's flat and taking photos and all.... really bad.. Ina must be sooo embarrassed by us. (I'm sure she is). So we show up at the party, wayy too late just as I predicted it's a really sad party. We end up gettting whasted at some irish pub.... on a Monday.... it's getting worse. Jo, if I woke u up at 3am I apologize!

This is Me and Ina, she is embarrassed cause we just barged in on her guitar session with Jason O..... Poor girl...