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Our Journey to Wellington

So Kejia wrote a poem about this--and I've been meaning to write a blog.

It all started once upon a time, when a man called Herr Schliephake travelled far and wide over New Zealand. During his travels he met those who most aspired to posess the gift of the German Language, also known as Deutsch. Those who struck him most by their talents he recorded in his notebook. Such were M and K from a small village Hamilton.

One day, M and K received a letter--but not from Hogwarts. No, it was from none other than Herr Schliephake himself--inviting them as royal guests to his mansion, called the Goethe Institut in a far far away city called Wellington. So they flew above the clouds on a Alladin's flying carpet provided by Air New Zealand. Once there they met the other sixteen girls from all over the land. Soon they all became friends and together they explored Wellington. They travelled along the city's largest Cuba St, that was packed with bright busy and unique shops and shopkeepers, with children's playgrounds, sculptures and old beautiful buildings. Along the streets were many hobos, such as the famous Blanket Man and the Mexican street dancer. M and Ka also experienced the rare treat of playing cards with one American Metal-Rocker hobo while being watched by his neatly and smartly dressed assisstant. The girls visited the main square where they saw beautiful sights and explored the wonders of the magical and mysterious six story Te Papa Museum. Later the same day Herr Schliephake expressed the hospitality of Goethe Institut by throwing a feast to be remembered at Cafe Munich, where the guests were lavished with Bavarian cuisine.

The next morning Mr Bun's cooking provided the girls with a rather filling breakfast. But despite this the girls were nerve wrecked as they faced the challenge ahead: Herr Schliephake's test that would challenge the competitors' Deutsch and personality. While awaiting the challenge, the girls played Foosball and tucked into catered club sandwiches. One by one, they faced the friendly yet fire breathing dragons Herr Schliephake and his accomplice Judith.

And so to this day the fate of the lucky eighteen is being decided in the hands of Herr Schliephake and Judith. What will come of them one may only wonder, as their future is yet to be unravelled.

Danke Schon.

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Mark Sainsbury's Ties

I was meaning to write a blog on this for quiete a while now.
So here goes:

Mark Sainsbury is the host of current affairs programme “Close Up” on TVNZ’s TVOne. He was awarded New Zealand's best news and current affairs presenter at the 2007 Qantas Television Awards.* Now, to the point. It is important to know that I am no fashion diva, like those gals on Sex and the City (I wish I had tht many shoes and three hundred costumes for one movie!!!), but do have a generally good taste. That is to say that I would say that Sainsbury's stylist/costume designer must be fired promptly. A neuro green tie, come on!! It makes him look like a) a clown; b) a psycho; c) all of the above. It is widely known, or at least to those of us priveleged with such knowledge that when you look at a man you don't want to stare at his tie because it is so unmatched to the rest of what he is wearing that your eyes are painfully drawn to it. In fact, a man must wear a tie that is so well picked that you can't even recollect it. When that happens, you know that man, or whoever dressed him, knows a thing or two about ties. Another tip: Iron it and tie it properly. Go the extra mile past the two dollar store to a proper shop and purchase a slightly more expensive yet stylish and smart tie. It will do wonders. Avoid buying the mickey-mouse print---you are a middle aged man with children, the fact that you take pride in a little children's cartoon makes you seem even more immature. And your high degree of manliness will not be lowered if you think twice--even three times before putting on a tie. Instead you will find women flocking to cling to your arm and stare at you instead of your clown tie. After all, your face is up there.




*http://www.writersfestival.co.nz/Home/WritersAZ/MarkSainsbury.aspx

The Love Of My Life

OH BABY!

Breach of Privacy

Yesterday our house phone was disconnected. Specifically, one phone seemed to be disconected because it wasn't making any noises. But the surprise was in the other phone. When I picked it up it was making a fuzzy noise. Straining my ear, to my shock, horror, and disbelief, I could hear people speaking!!! It was a male and a female conversing. I couldn't help but snicker at the fact that here I was listning to complete strangers on the phone, them being completely unware of my sneakiness. It even felt spy-fi for a while, it was so cool. This couple were talking about something boring, either work or household matters, so I hung up. A second later my nosyness got the better of me. This time it was two men talking, from the jist of it I assume they were some sort of trades people or business people who were making arrangements for something to get shipped or delivered. Then it was someone dialing to check their voicemail. What is amazing is that I could hear them dialling and the Telecom answer machine voice say "You have 1 new message...". Then I heard the message. Nothing interesting, also some arrangement between a man called Brett and a man called John. Brett had a very deep and croaky voice, gave me shivers.
Anyhoo, that undoubtedly was a rather strange night, it will probably never happen again because this morning the Telecom man fixed the cables. To all the people I heard yesterday, my apologies for eavesdropping, it was a rather dispicable and shameful act on my part and I should know better. But temptation in a case like this is undescribable...LOL. I still can't stop laughing. But if it makes it look better, to my bitter disappointment I didn't hear anything that was remotely interesting. Nobody talking in code, disscussing criminal plans or people I know, nobody fighting...come on people, save some interesting convos for the phone, txt messages are so much harder to intercept...

Mines of Moria

I would like to begin by explaining my reasons for starting this blog. On one hand, it was due to seeing some blogs from my "homies" Lily and Kejia, so I thought I would give it a go too, why not? But on the other hand, it was because of a recent encounter. You see, recently, I had been hit in the face by the iron fist of reality. The emotional impact of the blow sent me flying at full speed and hitting the concrete wall; shattering my bones and sending a strange feeling up my spine and making my head hurt. During the shock treatment that was part of the recovery I realised that my distant future that I had to use binoculars to see just not so long ago is in fact no longer distant, but in fact it is just around the corner in that dark long and smoky alley. My future is a stranger waiting for me in that dark alley and I can feel its dooming presence and smell its distinctive stench. It came to me that in order to light up this dark alley and make that starnger freindly and maybe even smile I must take matters into my own hands. That is why, frantically, I am attempting to squeeze as much as possible experiences and education into these last one and a half years of school. Holding on to that thought, an aspiring career in jouranalism looks very appealing, and writing rants such as this will be useful as well as listening to the news on the radio. May I recommend Deutsche Velle, an amazing radio station that streams live on the internet in 25 different laguages disscussing anything and everything from politics to popular music culture. I think I will do that now. Tata!