Friday, December 3, 2010

Singing through someone else's song (take two)

My Life According to:
Damien Rice

Are you a male or female:
one's daughter

Describe yourself:
I'm not a miracle

How do you feel?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Or am I lost?

Describe where you currently live:
in a little house
On the side of a little hill...
in the good good morning sun

If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
a bridge in this storm

Your favourite form of transportation:
with higher speed

Favourite colour:
I got a ribbon of green on my guitar

Your best friend is:
little brother

You and your best friends are:
Those times that I was broke, and you stood strong
I hope I find a place where I feel I belong

What's the weather like?

Favorite time of day:
dark enough

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?
mildly free

What is life to you?
Something unusual, something strange

Your relationship:
I'm too shy
I should have kissed you when we were alone

Your fear:
So pray for me child, just for a while
That I might break out yeah
Pray for me child
Even a smile would do for now

What is the best advice you have to give?
We do what we need to be free

Thought for the day:
We'll both forget the breeze
Most of the time

How you would like to die:
Explain to her your weakness
So she understands
And then roll over and die

My soul's present condition:
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

My motto:
I could be strong

Monday, November 15, 2010

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first

I was talking to an old friend this week on Facebook. One of those friends that slips away and you don't ever expect to hear from again, with no idea what their life looks like.

He slipped back :)

It was so great to catch up on, literally, years of news - finding out what he's up to, catching him up on my crazy adventures, and as always, throwing in a little bit of reminiscing. Looking back with nostalgia at when life was maybe just that little bit simpler.

I've always known that my life is a really blessed one, thanks to the family and situations God has placed me in, so I tend to struggle with understanding the difficulties other people face.

I can't imagine the pain that some people face, the reality they have to wake up to each morning, the mess they tread through.
I can't say I've been there,
but that doesn't mean it doesn't matter;
it doesn't mean I don't care

I've been staring at my computer for the last half an hour trying to work out where to go with that. How do I say whatever it is I want to say, and have it actually mean anything? I don't even know what it is that I do want to say.

What I do know is that I like facts, that I know. Statistics interest me - which is odd for someone who recently proved she cannot add up to 24.
But finding out that suicide is the 3rd leading cause of death in young people aged 15-24? or that 15-20% of the world's population will be affected majorly by depression?
Those aren't facts I like.
That's when I start hoping that someone happens to be just as bad at maths as me and got their numbers muddled. But that's very real. And wishing it away isn't the right way for me to come to terms with what this world is like.

So if that's you out there, if somehow you stumbled onto this page and you know that you fit into those kind of statistics, or you struggle to make it through to the end of the day,
please know you aren't alone.
And know that there are people out there who care
I care :)

My friend, the one who slipped back, I want him to know that too. I've been taking the backseat for too long, but I won't let him become another statistic. He's not slipping away again. Not on my watch.

I will write love on my arms

Saturday, October 16, 2010

It's gonna be alright this time. I'm coming home

Ko Petanē ahau. Nō Aotearoa ahau. Kia ora koutou katoa. Ehara au nō konei, He kakano ahau, ruia mai i Aoteaoroa

Nostalgia and Patriotism go hand in hand

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Starved For Your Attention... starved for your attention

Oh San Francisco, how I love thee.

So it's been A few days since I arrived, and I've done so much already! In many ways it all feels like a dream.
Flights on the other hand weren't such a dream. It's a lot harder to get comfy when you don't know the person next to you, and feel afraid to move for fear of disturbing them.

But after a 12 hour flight, a 2 hour delay, and a 1 hour flight, I made it.

I can't really be bothered to make this an eloquent post so you're just gonna get the bare headlines. Apologies.

The Golden Gate bridge was covered by the morning fog when we (Aunty Doris, my cousins Kaelyn and Nalei, and myself) drove across it, but it was beautiful nevertheless and after an hour or so of chilling at the other side it cleared up well. Tres belle, and helped it hit home that I had really arrived.

Went into downtown San Fran yesterday and caught the tram down and around to the pier. Such an awesome ride, with such great views of the city. Had a lot of fun hanging on to the side, although the wind decided to play havoc with my dress at times. Forward planning next time :/
I took a video returning from the pier which gets some really good views along the way. Unfortunately I didn't know that you can't hold the camera at a portrait angle for taking video. Another thing to remember for next time. Here it is anyway:

It's been amazing so far, and I'm so grateful for my American family looking after me - and humouring me - so well.

It is strange being in a city so large. The crowds are a constant reminder that I am certainly only a visitor to this beautiful city. A little overwhelming, for sure.