This Month, On...

April is shaping up to be something of a busy month. Normally, I'd be excited beyond reason about the jewel in the crown of what would be my racing season, XTERRA, but since I've not been training, or working enough to foot the $140 race entry fee this year, I'm going to be an over-enthusiastic cheerleader for Team Cabin Racing. YAY! They're totally going to take the field apart this year. But before that...

April 5th - Sport Bay of Plenty's Half 4 Heart... a 3km, 5km, 10km or 21km walk or run to support the Heart Foundation. Will probably be making the pilgrimmage to Tauranga for this event. I'm torn between the 5km and 10km - at the HSBC Round The Bays a few weeks ago I managed the 8.4km on zero training, so the 10 is tempting, but at the same time a recurring hip flexor injury may restrict me to the 5. Oh well, I have a few more days to decide.

April 9th-13th - I'm going to Christchurch for Easter! This is a toss-up between yay and nay, because Sam is going to be visiting Auckland for the holiday from his new Sydney home. BUT, it is going to be something of a rare family reunion in Grimechurch, because my parents and sister are all going to be there too. So we'll see. I'm pinning my hopes on Sam staying an extra day on either the Thursday or Tuesday at Easter. If you're reading this, let me know on Facebook!!!

April 17th - SRA Graduation. Yes, they even call it "graduation" when your qualification is a Certificate in Fashion Makeup. Probably because most of the girls at SRA didn't even finish School C, or the new-age equivalent of it, "NCEA Level One". Urgh. Either way, time to dress up all pretty and try and look better than the rest of them. Should be a cinch if you exclude Grace from "them".

April 18th - XTERRA! Still considering the 11km run, just so I don't feel completely left out of my favourite event. My main activity for the day will be tracking the progress of the Individual race, where last year I somehow had the fastest run split of the 18-24 years age group. Speed racer, I know. Anyway, as mentioned, I'm rooting for Mark Leishman and Nic Leary to take out the men's and women's pro races, and will be quite difficult to live with, should they not. Mind you, I guess I won't be too disappointed should Scott Thorne edge out Mark. He is family, after all.

Here's hoping we don't need another bridesmaid dress
for Cabin at this year's XTERRA

April 25th - R4. Never heard of it? It's a mostly downhill 90km jaunt from Rotorua to Whakatane, and a race I hope I get a better result in than the Cambridge SUB race. Or there will be tears. Also scheduled to be the night of Kirby's farewell party (moving to Australia, surprise surprise), but since she's not bothered to reply to any of my texts, calls, or Facebook posts since December 27th, one assumes I won't be welcome. Meh.

So that's April. In between there somewhere I will HOPEFULLY be moving to Rotorua. YAY! I've applied for a job there, and while it's a long shot, you never know. I've also applied for most of the jobs my mum sent me in... Hamilton. So I could well end up moving back there. Sigh.

Stay tuned.

You Might Be An SRA Student If...

It's kind of funny, because I hate school, but it's still my life.
I've only got a few examples for now, but I think I'll continue to build on this list...

- you open your locker so many times in a day that you try to use your locker key on your car or front door
- you go through a packet of 40 face wipes each week
- you've given up trying to look good on weekdays, because you know you're going to go home with a brow block, man makeup, sultry eyes or a red lip anyway
- you use words like "sum", "MSE", "blend", "apply" ALL the time and don't think it's weird
- you refer to your everyday makeup as a "look"
- the keys on your computer have traces of concealer and lipstick on them
- your bed is covered in shavings from sharpening eye pencils
- you have shoulder, arm and back injuries from carrying your kit
- you eat so many mints you wonder when the laxative effect will kick in
- you wouldn't dream of applying eyeshadow with the applicators provided in makeup
- you know whether someone's skin is a mix of "Sun Glow" and "Natural Honey" or something else in less than 2 seconds after looking at them
- you refuse to let people borrow your favourite lip shade, and keep it at home
- you critique strangers' makeup in your head when you pass them on the street
- having "droopy eyes" isn't an insult
- "Peach Daiquiri" is not something you buy at a bar, it's the best colour for sculpting your cheeks
- you wish all of the colours in the fashion pallettes could be used every day
- you visit the convenience store three times a day and are friends with the owner
- you feel slightly nervous in rooms that don't have mirrors for walls
- you hate catchup on Mondays
- you wish there was a toasted sandwich machine in the student area. Or some milk that didn't expire a week ago
- you love having short-haired models, because dolly heads are so much easier to work on
- you hated SPFX, but wish you were still doing it
- you hate your ID photo
- you wonder if you'll look better than everyone else at graduation
- you're tired. EVERY DAY
- you know way too much detail about everyone in your class' life
- "in-depth" conversation usually involves discussion about your favourite mascara wand shape

Try This: Blue Smoky Eyes

It looks a bit frightening, and maybe even a touch 80s, but the blue smoky eye is a fun way to wear colour. The look below is for "Glamour", so a strong lip and eye are required, but as per usual, for most situations and for daywear, accentuate one feature.

Makeup by Grace Rosenberg at Samala Robinson Academy

Use a black eye pencil and apply with a brush - as for the regular smoky eye, all over the lid. Intensity of colour is less important for this look as we're going to be going over it with blue anyway! The black should be most intense on the lid and blended out past the crease.

With a clean eyeshadow brush with plenty of a bright cobalt blue (in this case, SRA's "Ultra Blue") on it, press (don't wipe) the colour over the top  of the black until the black is completely obscured. Blend out into a shape which complements your model's face and eye shape. For this look, Grace followed the natural contour of the eye, but you may like to wing it out and upwards, or go for a more football-shaped coverage.

Apply black liner to the bottom waterline and set with the same shade you used to smoke out, while extending the colour just below the lashline. Use an angle brush for this.

Use tonnes of mascara, and fill and groom your eyebrows... You're done.

If you struggle with the smoky eye, you're not alone! Don't worry, the more you do it, the easier it becomes. Seriously, I did smoky eyes on about five models today, and each one got progressively better. 

Other colours that are hot to smoke out with: bronzed browns and camel-based shades (especially on green/hazel eyes!), and silver. I did a silver smoky eye on the tiniest Vietnamese girl in the history of the world today, with stunning Aishwarya Rai-esque green eyes - based on a Hayden Panettiere look - and she loved it. Actually, so did I, and I'm a little gutted that I didn't get pictures, but anyway. Here's one of Hayden.

Fun With Facebook

Facebook is a wonderful tool to delude yourself. Check out Harjeet's latest "update":

And mine:

Just Like Lash Extensions, Only Crunchy

Recently, I received Sephora's "Eight Best-selling Mascaras" email. Given that I'm a mascara fiend, I had to read it and make my own list of eight.

Sephora's Top Eight (from 144 possible mascaras!):
Lancome Oscillation - the eletronic one that does the wiggling for you. O. M. G.
Dior DiorShow - otherwise known as a gift from God
Bare Escentuals Buxom Lash - I've written about this one! http://elegantmainstream.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-mascara.html
Benefit BADgal Waterproof - mmm Benefit
Imju Fiberwig Tiny Sniper - if they didn't get you at the name, will they ever?

Sephora Brand Lash Stretcher - I'm liking the brush
LORAC Special Effects - hmm, not completely sold on double-ended mascaras. Prove me wrong, Carol, prove me wrong.
Clinique High Impact Curling - yay! Clinique rules.

Mim Artiste's Top Eight - in no particular order:
Napoleon Perdis Long Black - mmm good, loves allantoin for *silky* lashes
L'Oreal Telescopic - can't be beaten for length!!
Smashbox Bionic - the lash-lifting effect shouldn't be overlooked. Ideal for daily wear
Dior DiorShow - the stuff of angels. Seriously
Clinique High Impact - my staple product for my Santa Monica frollicking days
Napoleon Perdis Madame Curl Curl - it's no Long Black, but it's close
Lancome Hypnose Onyx - Hypnose, only with sparkles! I heart sparkles
L'Oreal Lash Architect - it's been a while, but I still miss this one

HYPE

Givenchy's crazy invention, Phenomen'Eyes has received over 1,000 reviews on Sephora.com. While they're mixed, and at times contradictory, the Review function is something I refer to constantly while trawling for new products. A realistic advertisement follows.

Imju's Fiberwig. Okay, okay so nothing new here, but I still have yet to have the opportunity to try this stuff out! Add to that their new Tiny Sniper and that's like a whole world of untapped potential. Sephora.com reviews are all over the show for the Tiny Sniper, but I'm willing to take the chance. It's made in Japan, people! So far, everything made in Japan in my life is awesome.

Lancome Oscillation. One of those, oh no they di-n't "innovations" that sees the mascara wand vibrate while you apply your mascara. It has huge potential for disaster (in a similar way to heated eyelash curlers) and well, seems slightly unnecessary. Can't you just wiggle your own darn mascara wand?!  That said, I'll probably end up buying it.

MAC Dazzle Lash. Has ANYONE tried this yet? If you have, PLEASE fill me in!! I've been dying to forever, but my current financial situation doesn't allow me to get within 200ft of a MAC store without going into spontaneous human combustion mode, so I don't know if it's yet reached our fair shores. Other new MAC offerings include the exciting new Studio Sculpt SPF15 Foundation. Gimme more! It's a buildable gel-based product guaranteed to please. You have no idea how BAD I WANT IT! My own Clinique foundation is running out rapidly, and this is shaping up to be its replacement.

Isn't it about time OPI brought out a new range of fashion colours? And no, Suzi, the "Fairytale Bride" series, while lovely, doesn't cut mustard with me. Not after the huge success of my personal favourite "India" collection. What about an "Oceans" theme, where the colours would range from an eye-catching atoll blue for the Pacific, to a funky calypso lime for the Carribean (yes, I am aware it's a sea, not an ocean). An ice blue tint could be added to the startling Alpine Snow, already a hit in OPI's current lineup, for the Southern, or Antarctic Ocean, and a Bollywood-inspired turquoise could represent the Indian Ocean. I'm beginning to feel like I missed my calling in life...
A recent omission from the OPI website is "Colourcopia", the shade guessing game where I reigned with a perfect score. Sure, deducing from a somewhat cryptic clue that the shade on the screen is "Coney Island Cotton Candy" and not one of the other ten almost-identical shades, isn't everyone's idea of fun, but it would be nice to still have the option!

Anyway, I'm getting waaay off topic, and I still have to clean out my kit before tomorrow - I'm working the Servilles in-house design competition tomorrow, then catching the night train to Wellington for the weekend.

Peace and love, yo.

Queen of Spades

In kind of an indirect way... I had the grand idea to share my "bucket list" of sorts, but didn't want to call it that. In the spirit of Serj Tankian's "Praise The Lord and Pass The Ammunition", I therefore went with the Queen of Spades. Confused? Same.

Anyway...

Um, so I'm unlike a lot of people I know in that some of my main goals in life are to attend different universities. The first of which is Stanford.



One of the most selective schools in the United States, it's unlikely I'd ever get in, but I am determined, if not as a student then to teach there. The original drawcard to Stanford was the swim team, formerly coached by the amazing Richard Quick who led the women's team to twelve NCAA team victories during his stint. In 2003, when I was "recommended" to consider Stanford on PrincetonReview.com, academics had less importance than the opportunity to swim there. My priorities have since gravitated towards the actual school, and it's testament to Stanford's reputation that my loyalty still remains there.

Other schools? Rutgers, in New Brunswick, New Jersey. The University of Texas at Austin. Appalachian State University in Boone, North Carolina. UCLA (Life Sciences 1, specifically). Cornell, in Ithaca, New York. Columbia University in the City of New York. And lastly, but certainly not least, the University of Oregon, in Eugene.


When you spend your entire teenage life underwater (as I and so many of my closest friends did), you start to have dreams of visiting pools rather than places. As such, the list of pools around the world I want to swim in is more defined than any OE I could imagine.
IUPUI Natatorium in Indianapolis, Indiana. It was once considered the fastest pool in the world, due to its legacy of world records and ultra-technologically advanced anti-wave system. My best friend has competed there and said it didn't feel so fast, but I'm willing to take that chance.
Longhorn Aquatic Centre, University of Texas at Austin. This pool gained fame for its wet area "beach" system for reducing waves during competition. It also used to be the stomping ground for swimmers such as Ian Crocker, Brendan Hansen, and Aaron Peirsol.
Avery Aquatic Centre, Stanford University. Well, I convinced myself that this is where I would train every day for my entire university life. So even if I just end up a club swimmer there one day, I'll be happy. Noted mostly for its being home to Dara Torres and Jenny Thompson in the leadup to the Sydney Olympics in 2000.
Sydney Olympic Pool. I was fourteen years old when the Olympics visited Sydney, Australia. It was a year when swimming finally became mainstream conversation, due to the fact that everyone I knew was amazed by Australia's own "Superfish", Ian Thorpe. Of course, he was beaten in the 200m free and has since relenquished his world record, at the time considered "unbreakable" to Michael Phelps. Anyway, it seems like everyone I know has competed there, and I'm jealous.

On a kind of related topic, I also wish to not die before running a mile on the track at Eugene, Oregon's Hayward Field. This almost mythical track in TrackTown, USA was Steve Prefontaine's home turf when he dominated distance track racing before his death. It's also the spiritual home of Nike, despite their impressive headquarters in nearby Beaverton. Speaking of which, the Michael Johnson track at said headquarters is composed entirely of recycled Nikes. Impressive.


You probably have all gathered by now that one of my "big two" goals in life is to have an Indian wedding. Yes, I'm being dead serious. This is something that has been in my mind a lot longer than Donny, before you ask, but he became something of an enabler for my little (or big) plan. I want a pink sari and a Bollywood dance sequence to complete my day, plus some western food for my white guests (Jen). Most of all I want to marry Donny, but if that falls through (which it, I must assure you, will NOT) I'll settle for a guy with a turban who I can divorce at a later date.


The other is to be a doctor, which is actually something I can control, and to which end I am applying to study medicine next year! In the likely event that I'm not accepted, I've decided to forgo the Japan plan, and study Osteopathy. BUT, like I always say, ask me again in a week.

Something more frivolous I intend to accomplish before I cark it is my Telegraph Avenue kiss. Reminiscent of my favourite song from Thursday's "A City By The Light Divided", I want it to be with Donny, but I may end up settling for whoever I can find when I actually get there. "There" could be any of the ten Telegraph Avenues in the US, but I've got my heart set on either Oceanport NJ or Dallas TX. For the record, there are four in California, two in Massachusetts, and one in each of Kentucky, New Jersey, Texas and Florida. K I S S I'm in distress...

I intend to win the time trial in cycling at the London Olympics in three years time, compete at a Triathlon World Championship, and at an XTERRA World Championship, and ride bikes at Trestle, Whistler, and Blue Mountain Bike Parks. I also want to have sex with David Bowie, but you know... realistically I now wish I hadn't typed that.

In terms of places I intend to visit (excluding universities...), here goes...
Addis Abeba, Asela, Arssi... Ethiopia
Bucharest, Onesti, Gheorghu-Dej... Romania
Split... Croatia
Osaka, Kagawa, Hiroshima, Kobe, Chiba City... Japan
Dallas, San Antonio, and Austin TX, Boulder, Denver and Colorado Springs CO, New Brunswick NJ, Eugene OR, Boone NC, Atlanta GA, Jackson Hole WY... United States
Calgary, Whistler, Canmore, Collingwood, Whitehorse, Medicine Hat, Barrie... Canada
Iceland
Greenland
Copenhagen... Denmark
Helsinki... Finland
Tel Aviv, Jerusalem... Israel
La Paz, Arequipa, Lake Titicaca... Bolivia

For when I do die, I have my funeral planned: it is to be completely non-secular, and invite-only. Have I already written about this? Anyway, I might have a theme for it, and the songs which are to be played are currently in the pipeline, but will include "Wake Up" by Rage Against The Machine. I expect my body to be donated to science, but in the event that it's unwanted (this would not surprise me) I want my ashes to be buried on the Split Enz trail at Whakarewarewa in Rotorua.

Grim enough for you? Yeah, thought so. Sleepy time.

Sparkle

Weird stuff from here and around the place...

1: The Phil Spector retrial
First of all, I'm getting a little bored of all these people being retrialed for crimes. Here in New Zealand we're given updates every five minutes of the everlasting David Bain saga, while in California, second-degree murder suspect and all-round weirdo Phil Spector is being tried again for the 2003 death of Lana Clarkson.
From a CNN website:
Do added that Clarkson spent her last day alive shopping with her mother before work. She bought eight pairs of shoes, and Do said it is hard to believe that any woman with so many new shoes would "then go out and commit suicide."

Umm... is she being serious? I mean, really. Buying eight pairs of shoes might help you shrug off the fact that your burnt your breakfast and then stepped in dog poop on your way to put the trash out, but I highly doubt that if you were genuinely suicidal, shoes would really do the trick. They're only fucking shoes!

But I guess I don't know. I wasn't there.

2. fushnchups.co.nz
Worst blog. Ever. Yes, it's a big call, but one I feel is accurate. You guys should go and read it. It's some lunatic Australian coons who moved here and started writing a blog about how shit New Zealand is compared to Australia. Umm, find a hobby?
Case in point: The half-braindead author at one point claims New Zealanders lack worldliness, then goes on to crow about how ignorant Australians are towards us ("I wasn't even sure what the capital was. Turns out it's Wellington.") Is that REALLY something you want to be proud of? Knowing absolutely nothing about a country? I'd be embarrassed. They then claim that pretty much every young New Zealander knows everything about Australia, and it's a "rite of passage" that we flock over there to work for at least a year or two. Okay, then.
It's poorly written too, laced heavily with bad humour and 90s phrases ("True story.")
We get it, you think you're better than us. So get out. Get out!

3. Hamilton (?!)
Recently, my inbox has been getting filled during the day with job references from seek.co.nz - mostly from my mum. Cool, yes I need a job really quite urgently. But all of the jobs so far have been in Hamilton. Yes, the place I moved away from. The place where Donny still lives, and rules. It's also where Yasmin and Becky live, but they're moving up here soon anyway!
Admittedly, I'm broke and desperately need a job so I can buy my plane ticket to Chicago for my best friend Jen's May 2010 wedding, and living at home is the easiest way to make tonnes of money. Hamilton also has its conveniences: proximity to Rotorua (and Auckland), a few friends, a gym I actually like, and my favourite bike shop.
But it's Hamilton! And I love Auckland!

4. Gossip Girl, episode 19
Should be available shortly on ch131.com.

Bonne Fête Mummy!

This is my mum, and it's officially five minutes into her 59th birthday! Hooray for mum. Since I'm a horrible daughter and didn't even get her a card, this is my way of wishing her a happy birthday.

Burn After Watching

... Or maybe even before watching. Yes, in the weekend I finally watched "Burn After Reading" and I must admit I was rather disappointed.

Brad Pitt and George Clooney were particularly good in their roles as Chad and Harry... my personal favourite scene of the entire movie was of Chad running on the treadmill with his iPod, swinging his arms about in the air enthusiastically. He played the good-looking, dumb guy flawlessly.

Likewise, Clooney was hysterical in the bedroom/gun/stairs/knife scene, which was disturbing but hilarious. He's got those big brown eyes with the grey eyebrows that express so much more than his actions ever can.

That aside, John Malkovich as Osborne pissed me off, with his unnecessary overuse of the word "fuck", his uninteresting and cold wife (Tilda Swinton), and I guess the fact that his air of unlikeableness (yes, that's a word) seemed all too genuine. He seemed like a right toss.

Um, as for the movie itself... what the hell was it actually supposed to be about? It seemed like they were all divorcing each other on the sly, obsessed with internet dating and reinvention, disposing of bodies in the Chesapeake Bay... none of which seemed to bear any significance to anything else. It was all very strange. I did enjoy the portrayal of the CIA's questionable handling of the entire situation, "burn the bodies, get him on the first plane to Venezuela, and pay for the surgeries." but I grew confused when the end titles appeared and I really had no idea what the point of the film was. Surely that wasn't it?!

But it was, and I'm still baffled. Comments shedding light on this what I might like to refer to as a cinematic flop are welcome.

"The Age Of Dissonance" or Heartbreak

Gossip Girl is pretty much my life.

This morning, Sally erupted into my day unexpectedly but as always, warmly welcomed.
"The latest Gossip Girl is up." she told me, and with that, the fate of my day was sealed.

I was mistakenly led to believe that episode seventeen was the final in the series, however I was proven wrong by the tear-jerker that was "The Age Of Dissonance". I'm waiting patiently for Blair and Chuck to sort out their shit, in the hope that Donny and I will follow suit. You know, in one of those "art imitates life" - only reversed - scenarios.

Is it just me or was Chuck better looking in this episode?

Let's get lost tonight

Yes, mmm it's official: I want his babies. In a parallel universe of course, where I actually want babies and am not married to Donny (that is how this is going to end. I promise). I want Chuck Bass babies.

This weekend promises to be a cracker:
Saturday, Harjeet and I are putting on our best faces and outfits (and Indian sandals!) and hitting up day four of the India v New Zealand cricket test in Seddon Park, Hamilton. Look out, Punjabis... we're on the prowl, and we're pretty much the best-looking girls who are ever going to be interested in you.

Sunday, I have race five of the Molenberg SUB Stride and Ride (or whatever it's called. I'm too excited about the cricket to care.) in Cambridge. In what could be a landmark, my mum is coming too!! She's never been to a swimming meet before. Could she be taking an interest in my cycling career?!

Yes, yes I have high hopes for my weekend. Fingers crossed a certain other Punjabi can keep his cellphone and his laptop far enough out of reach to let me get some sleep while I'm in the town of cows.

An Affair In Red Square: Elect The Dead Symphony

It seems like years ago that I bought my ticket for Serj Tankian's show, but last night I finally got to go!!


He performed with the Auckland Philharmonia at the Town Hall, and it was definitely something special. Hadleigh and I had seats in the front row of the Circle, and although we were maybe a little far away, our view was pretty spectacular as far as I'm concerned.

The orchestra were, as always, incredible - conducted by Hamish McNeish - they put on what I would like to say was the show of their lives, but given their illustrious history, I doubt it. In my defense, Serj did say before the performance that it was the most incredible concert he's ever been a part of. I'm glad I was there.

The show opened with a short overture from the orchestra before Tankian himself appeared on stage in a white tuxedo (a choice that made him near-impossible to photograph) to a reception of rapturous applause. There were some metal kids in the "stalls" downstairs who mostly made a racket throughout the entire show, and who clearly enjoyed themselves.

Serj opened with "Empty Walls", and throughout the show he sung two songs followed by compositions from Armenians, which was unexpected and lovely. Before he played "Baby", Serj told us that while in Paris, he "wrote this song, in a dream. So I didn't really write it. The universe wrote it."

He forgot his special occasion shoes

"Saving Us" was the highlight for me, but "Elect The Dead" and "Honking Antelope" were also stellar. Serj was ever the performer, his gesticulations ranging from playing an imaginary violin, to marching, to just generally being caught up in the orchestra's amazing music. There was something just a little bit Broadway about him, if you take away his unique Baltic-tinged voice that would be out of place in something like "West Side Story".

Hamish introduced the final song to be "Beethoven's Cunt", and following that the orchestra stood up and took their bows while Serj left the stage. The crowd roared, and eventually he returned to play an encore of "Empty Walls".

Obviously the show was a raging success and I expect Serj, Hamish, and all of the members of the APO will be feeling very content this morning.

Love Hurts

And for once, I'm not the only person struck down with a bad case of unrequiteditis.

Have I ever told y'all about Theresa? Well, here goes.
We met in 2001 when she joined my swimming club, Rovers. Initially (and for probably three years), we didn't really get along that well. We were both on the national team that competed at the British Open in Sheffield, England and the US Nationals in Seattle, Wash., in 2002, at the ISMWSF World Championships in Christchurch in 2003 and of course at the Olympic Games in Athens, Greece in 2004. We have spent more time in other countries together than we have on vacation with our families! And because of that, we have a friendship that I can't compare to any other. I love Theresa.

In 2005, I moved to Dunedin to study at the University of Otago and it was the first time I'd been training seriously without T. When I moved to Christchurch the following year, she inadvertantly came with, and ended up living next door. In many ways I feel that she is my younger, more naïve in some ways but wiser in many others, sister and I really can't imagine many of the experiences I've had without her. Three months after returning from Athens, I distinctly remember one training session in particular where we looked at each other halfway through a set and knew exactly what the other was thinking. Athens was a strange experience that exhausted, enlightened, changed our lives to the extent where sometimes we no longer need to say a word.

Theresa still resides in Christchurch, where currently she's not exactly having the time of her life. A few months ago, she called me to ask if I thought she should attempt a comeback in swimming. Of course, my answer was "yes!". Theresa is a great swimmer, obviously. And she actually LOVES it. When I used to swim, I didn't really do it out of love, more because it was something that catered to my insatiable need for competition, and that brought me success. 

Since then, she's been up and down on the issue, wondering if she can ever go faster than she did when we were younger and much, much fitter. She can, of course, but she still needs to work that one out for herself. In the meantime, she's been coming home to Hamilton each holiday and having visits with a boy she's kind of fallen for.

In what seems to be a cruel twist of fate, said boy doesn't have reciprocating feelings. Which SUCKS, and I don't understand, because Theresa is amazingly cool, but it's caused her to slip into something of a funk. One I completely and utterly identify with. What do you do when you love someone, and they just think you're okay for a bit of fun?

Tonight, Theresa told me it sucked more than breaking up with her last boyfriend - a relationship that lasted almost two years, and at one point had her saying "yeah, I could marry this guy", albeit rather casually. I know how that goes. Not that well.

To be honest, all I want to do is kick this guy's head in. What's he doing? It's pretty well identical to my own Donny situation, only worse because the girl involved is not me, it's Theresa. And she is at least one hundred times cooler than me. Her "depression" (and I'm using this term lightly here) kind of concerns me. I don't want to tell her the things people tell me, because I don't believe them. But I want her to feel better!!

I always tell people that everything in life can be fixed somehow, because Nadia Comaneci wrote that in her book,  "Letters to a Young Gymnast". Nadia's kind of my hero, so I pretty much fob her quotes off as my own. In this case, I don't believe it though. You can't coerce someone into loving you. You can just love them more than life itself and hope like hell that they love you back. If they don't... well, it can't be fixed, can it?

Yeah, okay Brandon Boyd. Sometimes it's a good hurt. But not right now.

Deep Breaths...

Regular readers may have noticed the Who I'm Stalking section on my blog.

The bloggers who feature on here are, in no particular order:
Frankie - Swell Vintage
Nic and Cabin
Chris
Jeanie
Steph
and overheardinnewyork.com

Tonight, I read Chris' post "Darwin Had It Right...", which was lovely, but I noticed how strung out he got over one tiny error he made at rugby practice. From his blog:

"...I had a hard time catching the ball at rugby practice... I compounded the problem by getting mad at myself... I know I will be hard at work in the Lakeshore Fieldhouse today because I messed up so royally. I expect my next tournament to be my best to date. It will be in part because of the mistakes I made tonight."

Whoa man. Messed up so royally? Dude, you didn't catch a ball. It happens. It's not like you screwed up your once-in-a-lifetime chance to medal at the Olympics (trust me, I know all about that). Or went bankrupt. OR WENT HOME WITH YOUR EX. You dropped a ball.

I know, I know. I blow things out of proportion all the time, so who am I to judge? I'm even guilty of over-punctuating on Facebook ("I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!" is not an uncommon feature on Sophie's page when I've been around). Overdoing things is my thing.

But it was just a ball.

In first year at the University of Otago, I got 69% in a paper I needed a minimum of 70% in to even be considered for a Medicine interview. I brushed it off. At the end of the same year, I jumped out of the Hamilton Municipal Pool three-quarters through a training session, told my swimming coach I didn't want to swim anymore, and left. Recently, I've been abandoning hopes of a perfect attendance record at the Samala Robinson Academy in favour of staying in bed all day.

Don't sweat the small stuff, people! Life is meant to be enjoyed. I don't know that dropping a ball is considered "screwing up royally". That kind of thing is reserved for situations where you type the wrong letter in some HTML code and ruin the entire University invoicing system. I don't even think referring to a girl in my class as "white trash" on a friend's Facebook page, where staff members and other students at the Academy could see it, is screwing up royally. First of all, she really really is white trash. And secondly, um, it's Facebook. Grow up?

I've done way worse stuff than dropping a ball at practice, and cared way less.

Less anger. More smile.

And You! My True Love

Happy Birthday Sophie!!!

Her MTV-themed 21st went off without a hitch. There was the Beastie Boys, Lady Gaga, about ten Travis Barkers, Bjork, Kanye West, Tequila Tom (a take on "A Shot At Love With Tila Tequila")... and many more. Obviously, the Beastie Boys - three friends from the Whangamata Surf Club, Sophie's second home - took the prize for "Best Dressed", and then broke into a very convincing dance sequence to "Intergalactic". Impressive.

I dressed as "My Super Sweet 16", an outfit that required many hours of work on both my mother and my behalf. Costume parties are my achilles heel, and I have to limit myself to one each year, or I would spend my life designing and producing costumes!! Rather unflattering photos to follow.

I even wore fake lashes. Not the easiest task I've ever undertaken, and a source of stress for most of the night ("oh, my gosh Surrey! I think my eyelashes are falling off!"), but I'd do it again in a heartbeat. If there's one improvement I'll make next time, it's to take a bag. I dropped my cellphone on the floor while dancing like a crazy person to "Freestyler" - enjoy the memories guys. I NEVER dance in public - where Bevan stood on it trying to take photos of Thom, who was dressed as Steve-o (wearing a speedo and with tattoos drawn all over his back and arms). Oops.

Anything else? Well, it might have been nice if Donny didn't turn up. He was, of course, drunk. And as always, classy while drinking from a whiskey bottle. I'm in love with this guy WHY? Anyway, he made sure to remain in my line of vision all night, even sitting in a chair right beside me at one point, without ever actually acknowledging my presence.

Imagine my alarm then when, this morning I logged onto Facebook to find an email from him in the early hours of the morning. It suggested, rather forcefully, that I should text him, call him, visit him. I didn't read said email for about seven hours after it had been sent, so when I did text him (yep, I caved. I do every time), he replied that he'd been drunk and didn't mean a word of it. Surprise, surprise.

So, the happiest night of my life led to one of the worst days of my life, as I spent most of it in tears. Thanks, asshole.

Still, I'm going to come out of this worse off, as if word gets out (as it inevitably does, via Facebook, this site... Gossip Girl...) it will somehow become that I emailed him and demanded sex. I love technology.

Worse still is the fact that momentarily, I wished that I'd read the email at the moment he sent it, because then at least I would have got to have seen him without being ignored. Can you imagine? WANTING to visit someone in that state? Yeah. This is love.

We're Only Gonna Die

Before you continue reading, please visit Nic and Cabin and look at their photos!! Awesome.


So, I went with a Bad Religion title today (surprise, surprise). Really, I wanted to call it "The Plan: v93287429.90" but you know, that's a bit... numbery.

Ahh yes, I have another plan. But this is a fall-back plan of sorts, and one I hope will never need to come to fruition. Currently, the desired chain of events is as follows:

1. Apply for Medicine at the University of Auckland under the Graduate Entrance scheme (luckily for me, two people apply for each available place, as opposed to the seven who apply for each undergraduate position).
2. Be accepted. Quite possibly the most important stage...
3. Graduate in *gasp* 2014. Does your cellphone even go that far into the future in calendar mode? Because I'm not sure that mine does.
4. Upon graduating, assume a career in some sort of medicine, preferably oncology or infectious diseases.

That's best case scenario. It could go all awry at bulletpoint #2, which is why I'm setting up damage control.

I wonder if Nayuha's house actually
looks like this?

In the case that I do not get selected for Medicine, well then, after laying on my bathroom floor in a frivolous ballgown à la Izzie from Grey's Anatomy for a few days, I'm going to go to Japan.

I know, I know. You've heard it all before (you actually will have, if you're a longtime reader). But this time I have a real, bona fide, solid idea as to how I'm going to get there, and what I'm going to do once I'm living in a little house like the above picture. (Yeah, I do realise it's not actually a house).

I investigated working in Japan via the STA Travel website.
I learnt there that with my degree (even though it's got nothing to do with English, or teaching), that I can earn money for teaching English in schools. Quite a substantial amount of money. Not that money is really a drawcard, but living in Japan is.

My plan may well end up looking like this:
1. Apply for Medicine at the University of Auckland under the Graduate Entrance scheme.
2. Be declined.
3. Lay on bathroom floor for several days.
4. Pay for, and begin "i-to-i" English language teaching training.
5. Apply to teach English in Japan.
6. Move to Japan, teach English, live with Nayuha in a small, zen-like building. (Zen-like? Is that even close to being gramatically correct?)
7. Live in eternal happiness.

Okay, so maybe #7 is taking things a bit far, but what do we think? I'm happy with my plan, and if things don't pan out (as they tend not to, in my life), well... just look at the post title for inspiration.

To that end, I have serious intentions of cycling to school tomorrow, so I REALLY want to sleep before I turn into a pumpkin at midnight. Is that how the story goes?

She's not sure either.

Epiphany

Yeah, another one.

I've mentioned before, my tendency to fall in love with peculiar boys. The most obvious example of this (although, in my defense, at the actual time that I fell in love with him, it was not in the least bit strange to anyone around us) is Donny, but there's been others: Curtis, Nayuha, Chris, another Chris...

One who's gone unmentioned so far is Tom Shao. This is due to the fact that Tom and my encounter lasted all of about fifteen seconds at the Luke Harrop Memorial Triathlon on Australia's Gold Coast last year. It was a year ago today (and this, coincidentally, is not the reason for my bringing it up), and when I say it lasted fifteen seconds, I'm not even kidding. During the run section of the race, about 4km in, I was heading back along the coastal footpath when a gorgeous young Asian thing ran up next to me, and matched my pace for a few steps. I glanced at him, smiled, and kept running along.
"The run sucks, hey?" he asked. Of course, I was gasping for air. It was, for the record, probably the worst run of my season.
"Haha, yeah. I hate running." Not true. But it was a fleeting moment. He picked up speed, and stayed a few metres ahead for the rest of the race. I never saw him past the finish line, but of course my stalking tendencies had kicked in once he was ahead of me, and I memorised his race number.

When the results surfaced, after checking mine, of course I searched for his number. Once I had his name, I then hunted him down on Facebook. I'm not even kidding! This is actually a standard thought process for me. Who knows what I thought I was going to do. Anyway, he was in the Australia network, so I joined the same network so I could look at his photos, see what his life was like. General stalkery (is that even a word?).

Fast forward a year, and today I found myself not swimming, biking and running up a storm on that course I so love, but enjoying an afternoon at Wendy's with Sandeeka and her friends, after we participated in the Cancer Society's Relay For Life. The topic of Indian men came up (as it invariably does with me, no matter who I'm speaking with), and Priya and Sandeeka started sifting through the available guys they knew who may interest me.

Sandee caught me off guard at one moment, with the question, "what kind of guys do you like?". You would think that this wouldn't be too difficult a question to answer, but I found myself stumped for what to say! My usual answer is "Indians", but I've come to realise this is solely because of Donny. At the same time, I've gone along in life not thinking about what I like, but who I like. Donny: another case in point. So I couldn't really answer her.

I guess I started thinking about Tom because he's another "random" (a word I hate to use) guy that I became, however fleetingly, obsessed with, with no real basis. I just kind of thought, "oh, that guy was nice for five seconds", and later on scoured his photos and wondered how I would fit in to his life. Think this story has a good ending? Nuh. Tonight, I re-joined the Australia network to have another look at him. I found this.

Love?

This kind of behaviour isn't normal!! And it's also probably why I don't know "what kind of boys" I like. I guess my only real, if not shallow, preference is that they're foreign?! I mean, you've got Donny (Indian), Tom (Chinese, presumably), Curtis (Chinese-Canadian), Nayuha (Japanese) and "the other" Chris (German). It's hardly a personality trait though, is it... I mean, being Japanese isn't going to keep me warm at night.

So... I'm no better off for having addressed the issue. I wonder if becoming a "serial dater" or even promiscuous would help me at all, but to be honest that kind of disgusts me, and I'm still holding a torch for Donny, thinking that if I save myself...

... Maybe he'll come back?

x o x o... I watch too much television

On Saturday, Rex introduced me to the wonderful world of torrentz.com. Since then, I've downloaded and watched the ENTIRE season two of Gossip Girl. Most of this was done over the course of one day: Monday, when I was supposed to be at school.

On Monday I awoke with a suspected (albeit self-diagnosed) broken clavicle. As such, I wrote the day off to Gossip Girl. I began watching at around 9am, and moved only periodically to relieve the extreme pain I felt from the clavicle, until around 2pm, when I went to the doctor.

Later on, when it was confirmed that in fact I had no broken bones, I resumed my GG marathon, and continued until I had watched up to episode fifteen. When that was done, I went about downloading the remaining three episodes.

Due to other commitments (school, pfft), I've had to limit my viewing time to one episode daily. I finished tonight!

It's official, I'm in love with Chuck Bass.




Ah, yes. That weird face, those womanising ways... as Sara might say, "sounds like my kind of guy". Gotta say, I'm weirdly aroused by his creepy voice which never seems to exceed 10dB, the way he stands just a bit too close to whoever he's talking to, the way he loves Blair...


I'm also more than a little obsessed with Blair, but I think this is more to do with the fact that Chuck loves her than anything else. Like, how heartbreaking was it when Chuck came up in the elevator with those awful pink flowers and she shot him down?! I actually cried.


In my sick and twisted little mind, I managed to convince myself that his and Blair's relationship is kind of like mine and Donny's (grasping at straws, anyone?). As such, I have a renewed hope that it will be him, stinking of scotch, questionably dressed and incoherent, that will come crawling back. Yay!

In the meantime, I'm finding shows to download and watch compulsively until Donny turns up with some flowers (I'm hoping for gardenia. Keeping in the Indian swing of things). Any ideas?

Question!

Do you think my tutor actually believes that studying the clothing of the early Renaissance woman bears any pertinence to real life?

Currently, my main gripe with the Samala Robinson Academy, where I am a student (only until April 17, thank goodness) is that each week, my class is bombarded with "workbooks" - akin to something I might have completed at primary school - which are somehow supposed to enhance our learning experience of "period looks".

Period looks, as it were, refers to the makeup looks we've been practicing from the following eras: Roman Greek (yes, as if the two empires were one, they are lumped in together. Clearly whoever it was that designed the "look" never took sixth form classics), Medieval, Renaissance, Elizabethan, and currently Victorian. My understanding is that our next foray is into the World Wars (how frivolous!), and following that, the "decades" - that is to say, the '50s, '60s, '70s, and '80s. Oh, joy.

Let's just clarify. Most of the girls in my class didn't finish high school. I'm the only one with a university education (unless you count our tutor, Heather, who attended AUT for painting. Not even Elam), so for some of them, it is something of an academic challenge to regurgitate the carefully dumbed-down "notes" we receive on makeup and fashion for each era, and then to scour Google Images for well, images to pretty it up, I guess. The workbooks even require a bibliography, a word I'm not sure everyone in the class has heard before. When I asked which referencing style to use for it, I was rewarded with a blank stare from Heather.

Okay, I was showing off.

The fact that no referencing style is even required is further proof that these workbooks are actually child's play. The last time I wrote a bibliography with no specific referencing style was when I was ten years old.

It may seem childish of me to not complete these workbooks. I really can't bring myself to do it. It's something of a disheartening experience when I see the other girls handing in their "assignments", complete with cut-out pictures of Queen Elizabeth I, only to have them returned becaus they didn't elaborate far enough into just how the high society women of her time applied white lead to their faces. "Elaborate" is probably too generous a word to use here. Let's say, for ease: "explain".

Add to the fact that I commit anything I spend more than five minutes doing to long-term memory. It comes in handy for information that I may actually have use for in the future. Not so much for Medieval fashion trends.

As testament to this, tonight I learnt about parthenogenesis, which is (for those of you who don't know, or don't watch House) a form of asexual reproduction. Yes, it featured on House tonight. In human form. An immaculate conception, if you will. Borderline impossible, if not completely - largely because organisms who undergo this form of reproduction are in general, less complex (I'm using this term loosely, here having the meaning of "less chromosomes", rather than suggesting any inherent order in the animal kingdom) than humans. An exciting thought, nonetheless. And sort of scary. Can you imagine the social stigma associated with, well... self-impregnation? Eek.

Stem cell research relating to the phenomena in humans is rife, of course. In fact, further investigation led to my discovery of who sounds like a half-crazy scientist by the name of Hwang Woo-Suk. The South Korean who trained in veterinarian medicine before coming a stem cell research scientist, produced research in which he fraudulently claimed to have cloned embryonic stem cells in 2004 and 2005. Insanity! What's even crazier is that post-operative research into his findings, in 2007, showed that in fact... he had. Inadvertantly.

Mad scientist is right.

I understand that stem cell research upsets some people and that it may cause ethical dilemmas. Personally, I believe that science is the way forward, and if such research is going to increase chances of finding cures for diseases like cancer and AIDS, then maybe ethics can be placed on the backburner. Some people don't even know that AIDS was a human-created disease. It doesn't exist naturally. Ah, yes - we humans are self-destructive types.

Don't be fooled by the Flight of the Conchords, people! AIDS is not a "fun monkey" disease. It's literally a humanitarian disaster, and one that could realistically never be cured. Very, VERY few people know this, but I have pipe dreams of using my MBChB (when I get it, that is...) to contribute to a cure. Anyone who knows anything about the virus itself will find this ridiculous, but it's something very close to my heart. I don't mean to say I intend, single-handedly and in this lifetime, to wipe the disease off the face of the Earth. What I do dream of is presenting something, probably small (the best things come in small packages, they say), but something that will eventually contribute to this disease's demise.

That, or a cure.

I know, I know. I should stop talking, and find some pretty pictures of The Princess Bride to stick in my "Medieval" workbook. Spare me.

Gimme More... Makeup?!

Sigh... I sometimes like to fool myself into thinking that I have all the makeup I want. Not so.


This is Smashbox's Muse Collection. Swoon!!

I've said before that I'm not a huge Smashbox fan. I now confess that I've been converted, largely due to my devotion to Halo Powder. Oh, and that Bionic Mascara stuff...

Speaking of which, Bionic Mascara is part of the Muse Collection. Except instead of black, it's "hot black violet", whatever that means. I'm hooked. I love the word violet. AND I love purple, so it's pretty much already gone down a treat in my little world.

Oh, you didn't know I liked purple? Uh, yeah...

Onward. There's the palette of eyeshadow that looks like a paint palette! Awww. Not usually a palette fan... they seem kind of tacky to me. But this one is cute! And the colours are mostly acceptable. I'm not sure what the brush is like, but to my knowledge Smashbox usually make okay brushes. Then there's the box of eye pencils which more accurately resemble coloured pencils - albeit somewhat oddly coloured, but whatever. Ahh, I love everything about this so far!!

Lastly, (okay, not actually lastly but the Hybrid Primer and Blush are largely unremarkable from what I can see) is the gorgeous lip gloss paint tubes. They look like... tubes of paint! So cute. Kind of... questionable shades ("Luminary" - Creamy Nude, "Artiste" - Creamy Berry, and "Virtuoso" - Creamy Pink) but versatile if not fashion-savvy. I'm more taken by the names than anything, but don't take my word for it!

Am I actually going to buy any of this range? Yeah, probably. I'm quite taken by the new shade of mascara (and considering I swear by black as a general rule of thumb, it's a big move) and that eyeshadow palette is just way too cute. It's like that time Smashbox teamed up with Tokidoki and made the cutest range EVER, except this time I'm going to get in on it as we now have Smashbox in the Land of the Long White. Yeehaw.

More on that later...

To Clevedon With Love

My "big day" finally arrived yesterday, and this is going to sound quite lame in comparison to, for example, the Amgen Tour of California, but it was the fourth race of the Molenberg SUB Ride and Stride Series in Clevedon (it's near Papakura, in case you were wondering). I raced at this same event last year - the day after Black Stump (if you've done Black Stump before, you'll know that racing a road race the next morning isn't exactly topping your list of priorities). Last year I was riding a borrowed road bike with platform pedals, wet clothes, and the most inappropriate pair of shoes I could find.

Still, when I came home and announced I'd placed 83rd, my mother acted like I was the next Christian Van De Velde. Which was cool, but not exactly accurate.

Yesterday, I took a vastly different approach. I treated this race as if it were my "pinnacle event" - and given how dry my season so far has been, it kind of was - basing my training around shorter, faster rides, along with my twice-daily pilgrimmage to North Head, making sure I had absolutely everything I could possibly need in the car the night BEFORE (this is largely the result of a huge learning curve I had at the World Triathlon Festival in New Plymouth last year, when I arrived sans race belt), and even eating properly in the lead-up.

At last year's event, as previously mentioned, I finished 83rd in 1hr 34.10.
This year I pre-rode the course two weeks earlier in the rain, in about 1hr 20. I had high hopes.

At the start of the race, I was disappointed to be boxed in by some girls on commuters. Once we were out on the road, I took my cue and broke away, sticking as close to the leaders as I could. About 600m into the race, I passed a girl wearing an Astana (Lance Armstrong's team, for those who don't follow professional cycling) jersey. As I was wearing my Garmin helmet AND jersey, I decided, somewhat subconsciously, that the grudge-match of the day was to be between her and myself.

She passed me back at around 14km, but I kept close and managed to keep her attack at bay. After the turnaround at Maraetai beach (which came about 3km later than memory served... and than what I practiced), she passed me again, but I was able to pull her back in on a hill - thank you, North Head. At 30km, thinking I had 5km left, I took off and maintained a steady 33kph for the ride back into Clevedon. 5km later, I was still on the road, wondering where the end was. I rode past an ecstatic Sarah Ulmer (she created the event and can be seen getting in amongst it at all five races during the year). It was an odd sensation to be cheered on in a bike race by an Olympic champion cyclist.

As it would happen, the course was actually 37.10km - not 35km as I'd believed. When I finished, I unclipped from my bike, and attempted to "walk off" my agony. After most races (even XTERRA, where I sprinted the entire 11km run), I'm good after a minute or two. Yesterday, it took me about ten minutes until I could walk normally. It hurt a whole lot.

After an hour or two, Jon Bridges, who was commentating the finish line of the race, announced that provisional results were available on the stage. I checked my event to see that I'd finished in 1hr 14.35, and placed 15th. 15th!! I've never been on the first page of results, at least since I was a swimmer. There were 164 entrants in my race, so I was quite pleased. And trust me, it takes a lot to make me pleased with a race. Doesn't happen often.

So that was my day. Of course, I spent between 6pm and midnight in the bathroom, "spewing my ring out", as John Campbell might say, but I kept reminding myself how well I'd done in the morning. I'm still unsure as to what caused the sickness, but it's all gone now, so I'm doing okay.

My next event is one month away (March 22) in Cambridge, before I contest the 90km R4 from Rotorua to Whakatane. The latter is pretty much a crazed downhill jaunt, where last year Monique Avery (winner of my age-group at XTERRA) maintained an average speed of more than 40kph. Nice.

I'm spending the rest of today floating at Long Bay. Peace, yo.

Let's Talk About Me (yeah, it's an actual song title)

Since my three readers don't already know way more than they ever wanted to about me, here's some more (courtesy of Emma's Facebook page... haha)

001. Real name → Miriam Jenkins *gasp*
002. Nickname(s)→ Mim/Mimsta is the most common, Patters/Pat Pat, Minka, Mustang...
003. Zodiac sign → Aquarius
004. Male or female → Female
005. Elementary → Hukanui Primary School
006. Middle School → Fairfield Intermediate
007. High School → Hamilton Girls' High School
008. Hair color → "Rome" which is to say, brown
009. Long or short → I'm going with short, but it's no like, pixie hairdo
010. Loud or Quiet → Haha! Loud. If you think I'm quiet, that probably means I don't like you.
011. Sweats or Jeans → Neither. Skirts!
012. Phone or Camera → My cellphone has both, and an MP3 player. Handy.
013. Health freak → I'm going with yes, but less so now that I'm no longer a swimmer.
014. Drink or Smoke? → Neither
015. Do you have a crush on someone? → Don't I always?
016. Eat or Drink → I'd rather drink juice than ever have to eat another bite.
017. Piercings → None anymore!!
018. Tattoos → I have a giant red star on my right arm.

HAVE YOU EVER?
019. Been in an airplane→ I have.
020. Been in a relationship → Not a real one. And by that I don't mean online, I just mean, argh you know!?
021. Been in a car accident → I've been hit by a car!
022. Been in a fist fight → I've punched someone in a club.

FIRSTS:
023. First piercing → My ears, when I was seven.
024. First best friend? → Brigette Baker! I'm so stoked to say we are still friends
025. First award → For writing, when I was six.
026. First crush → Kyle Gracie. I was four.
027. First kiss → Oh my lord, I didn't have my first kiss until I was like, eighteen. I'm serious!
028. First big vacation → The first five years of my life were spent vacationing between England and New Zealand... after that, um, Australia?

LASTS:

029. Last person you talked to → Rex
030. Last person you texted → Sara Lee!! aka Sexface
031. Last person you watched a movie with → I watched Get Smart on Thursday night with Hadleigh
032. Last food you ate → A Cadbury Creme Egg. I got it all over my face.
033. Last movie you watched → Get Smart
034. Last song you listened to → Angel In The Night, by Basshunter. I don't care!!
035. Last thing you bought → Food! Cherry Tomatoes, specifically. Nom nom nom.
036. Last person you hugged → Nayuha... oh, now I'm going to cry

FAVES:
037. Food → Cherry Tomatoes
038. Drinks → A Tank Vitality, or a Razzleberry from ReLoad
039. Clothing → Probably my square-neck top from Principals with a skirt. Depending on the occasion, of course. I'm quite partial to my Slipstream cycling jersey, too.
040. Flower → Oooh, that's tough. Maybe a Narcissus (hmm, fitting).
042. Colors → Yellow!
043. Movies → Endurance. Garden State.
044. Subjects → Physics & Chemistry

check all that apply

Have you ...
045. [x] kissed someone
046. [  ] celebrated Halloween
047. [x] had your heart broken (including my soul...)
048. [  ] went over the minutes/texts on your cell phone
049. [x] someone questioned your sexual orientation (to be fair, I had a shaved head)
050. [  ] came out of the closet
051. [  ] gotten pregnant 
052. [  ] had an abortion (wow, is that something you'd really want to check off and then post on your Facebook?!)
053. [x] done something you've regretted (or done something in a time-inconsistent manner, to be more correct)
054. [  ] broken a promise 
055. [x] hid a secret 
056. [  ] pretended to be happy
057. [x] met someone who changed your life 
058. [x] pretended to be sick
059. [x] left the country
060. [x] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it
061. [x] cried over the silliest thing
062. [x] ran a mile (yeah, i've run 26 in one go...)
063. [  ] went to the beach with your best friend(s) (this is only because my best friend lives in Chicago)
064. [x] got into an argument with your friends
065. [x] hated someone
066. [x] stayed single the whole year (I've effectively been single my whole life)

CURRENTLY:
067. Eating → Nothing, yay!
068. Drinking → Water
069. I'm about to → Try to sleep!
070. Listening to → Angel In The Night, in my head, haha
071. Plans for today --> Today is over. Tomorrow I have a bike race!
072. Waiting for → My bike race! I have high hopes!

YOUR FUTURE:
073. Want kids? → NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
074. Want to get married? → Erm, I'm on the fence. I think it's more an issue of finding someone that would marry ME
075. Careers in mind → Doctor. I'm not even kidding. But if that falls through then... makeup artist, I guess. Or pilot... but hopefully maybe a research scientist... or just an academic. That would make me quite happy.

WHICH IS BETTER WITH A BOY?
076. Lips or eyes → Eyes for sure
077. Shorter or taller?→ Shorter! I love little guys. Wait, that sounds creepy. I mean, petite guys.
078. Romantic or spontaneous → Spontaneous... fuck romance!
079. Nice stomach or nice arms → Not really fussed, I like em skinny.
080. Sensitive or loud → In between? And who's to say loud people can't be sensitive?
081. Hook-up or relationship → Right now a hook-up would go down a treat.
082. Trouble-maker or hesitant → Those are kind of like, unrelated. It's like saying, do you like pink or dinosaurs?

HAVE YOU EVER:
083. Lost glasses/contacts – Sunglasses, like 40 billion pairs.
084. Snuck out of your house → Never had to.
085. Held a gun/knife for self defense → I've wandered around my house in the dark with a knife. Sounds a bit loopy now that I admit it.
086. Killed somebody → Holy shit! Can you imagine answering "yes" to that?!
087. Broken someone's heart → Haha, no. No-one gets involved with me.
088. Been arrested → No
089. Cried when someone died → Yeah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
090. Yourself → I try to.
091. Miracles → I'd have to experience one, then I'll let you know.
092. Love at first sight → I'd go more with, thinking someone is bumpable at first sight.
093. Heaven → No
094. Santa Claus - No
095. Sex on the first date → I believe it happens?! Can't say I've ever really been on a date though.
096. Kiss on the first date → Again...

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Not as such, but I REALLY wish Sam still lived here!
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → No way. So much to do! So little time!
099. Do you believe in God → No. I believe in science.

and number 100. Do you think Miriam should stop typing and go to sleep? -> Very much so

The Unthinking Majority

Which is to say, me.

You can tell from the photos in the previous post that I did get to the airport, and I did get to say goodbye to my favourite Japanese person (actually, possibly one of my favourite people, period), but what a harrowing day.

I slept in, having already notified SRA of my absence (Heather was not impressed. Clearly, she doesn't understand how cool Nayuha is), and eventually got on my bike at about 9:30am.

Nayuha's inbound flight fron Christchurch was due to arrive at 12:20pm, so I had previously estimated that I needed to leave the Shore at about 11:15am.

I arrived home from my ride at 11:20am. Whoa, that just threw everything off-kilter. I still had to shower, straighten my hair, do my makeup... you know. I wasn't going to do it in negative five minutes. I checked the airnz.co.nz website, which informed me that NZ510 was going to be twelve minutes late. Which effectively bought me another seven minutes. Sweet!

Well, okay, not really. It takes me about 40 minutes to straighten my hair (I'm very particular) but this morning it took me about five. Yuk. Then there was the excuse for makeup, including about the worst mascara application I've done since I was about six years old.

By the time I stumbled out the door, it was 12:16pm. Did I mention that the new ETA for Nayuha's flight was 12:19pm? Yeah, I'm going to get to the airport, park on Leonard Isitt and walk the half-mile to the International Terminal in three minutes.

Frazzled, half-way over the Auckland Harbour Bridge, I actually came close to breaking down.
"I wish I could wake up and do this again!" I practically screamed. I kind of wonder why I got so upset about it. I mean, I've been late for things before. I think today it was just a case of extreme bad planning. Like, I know, I'll go for a normal-sized ride when I know perfectly well I've only got time for 20km? I'll purposely rub moisturiser into my skin while I'm still dripping wet, in a failed attempt to "save time"... just ended up with me being a wet, oily mess. Gah! Why am I so clueless?!

Anyway, at about the Mt Wellington exit, Nayuha texted me to ask where I was. "Domestic? International? Or still in bed?" It's hard to convey stress through a text, but I think the reply I gave him did it pretty well. He assured me that my lateness was not an issue, as he had some surprise well-wishers meet him off his inbound flight. Thank fuck for that. Yay for you, whoever you are.

"I kind of expected you to meet me off my flight" Nayuha said to me over a juice, later in the afternoon. "I mean, it's okay - it worked out kinda well because my other friends were there. But I thought you'd be there." By now, my heartrate had returned to normal, as had my stress levels. He'd already cracked me up when he told me Wagamama, my new favourite Japanese restaurant, actually means "selfish" in Japanese.

At 3:12pm, Nayuha realised that the 3:30pm on his boarding pass was the departure time, NOT the boarding call-time. Nice. From there it was me, like a harried old woman, rushing him along, calling him everything under the sun... and then stopping to pose for a photo (see previous post) right by the security gate. Stressed much?

I went upstairs to the "Sky Deck", where you can watch planes take off, and loved ones as they pass through the security gates into the departure hall. Then I saw the status of Nayuha's flight change from "Final Call" to "Gate Closed". Uh-oh. I literally felt my stomach drop.

"Oh my god." I said, catching the unexpected attention of a middle-aged Indian woman.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Oh, no... my friend is on that Bangkok flight that just closed. And he's not on the plane. AND it's my fault." And then I ran back downstairs, having thoughts of my already very depleted savings fund being used to buy Nayuha a new ticket home. Through some strange and very welcome stroke of inexplicable luck, he managed to lightfoot it from security to gate three, all the while the airport's intercom boomed with "Passenger Matsumoto, your plane is now ready to depart. All other passengers are waiting...".

So Nayuha got on his plane. I watched sadly as the Royal Thai Airways plane flew away, then walked, even more sadly, back to my car.

I need some fucking time management skills. Seriously.

Cien Años De Soledad

Okay, I'm being a little over-dramatic about it, especially since it's only been four hours since Nayuha left for Bangkok (two weeks of debauchery before he has to throw down at home in Osaka), but I'm allowed.

The exodus is over... everyone's gone.

Kind of fitting that we watched The Departed last night

With my B-boy... about five seconds before he almost missed his flight

I can see your epidermis... that means skin, right?

This is why I LOVE SCIENCE:

February 10, 2009 (my birthday): I slipped over on our driveway and wound up with a leg that looks like this:

Due to the wonders of the human body, on February 17, 2009, my leg had been restored to almost new!

I've come to the conclusion that while of course repair is just a function of the human body, this particularly fast recovery was in part due to my high-Vitamin C diet (I'm not kidding. Have y'all seen the amount of tomatoes I get through? It's kind of scary) and... slightly pedantic exfoliation.

Does this kind of stuff just excite anyone as much as it does me?! The body is truly incredible...

Now I just want to study medicine even more than before.

Actually, word on that: when I was in Hamilton last weekend I found copies of "Gray's Anatomy" and "The Language of Medicine" on my bedside table in my old bedroom. A sign? Yeah, I thought so too.

http://www.fmhs.auckland.ac.nz/faculty/undergrad/mbchb/entry.aspx#2

Whoa! Let's Do That Again

Copenhagen, Denmark: Taylor Phinney posts 4:15.223 in the men's individual pursuit qualifying at the Track World Cup meet, February 13 - 15.

Okay, whoa... that's really fast, yo! To get an idea of just how fast that is, consider that at last year's Olympic Games in Beijing, the winner of this event went 4:16.977. The world record is a seemingly untouchable 4:11, set in 1996, but when you consider that at the Olympics last year, Phinney rode a 4:26 in qualifying, well... anything seems possible. Down here in New Zealand, we're glad he wasn't so quick last year, given that in the Olympic qualifying round, he was pitted against our own Hayden Roulston, who eventually won silver.

Not really sure what the five is for... this guy is number one!

Did I mention that Taylor is only eighteen years old? He's still on a high school network on Facebook. His favourite word (apparently anyway, judging by the amount this word gets thrown around on his Twitter) is "slay" and I guess that's because that's what he did to the competition this weekend in Copenhagen. He also won the kilo time trial (that's a kilometre) in a snappy 1:01. Um, get out of town.

In London (2012, the next Olympics), Taylor's going to be just on 22 years old. It seems a little presumptuous to make well, predictions now, but can you IMAGINE how fast he's going to be riding then? Yikes.

Nice, Taylor. We love your work.

Issues

Named for the Flight of the Conchords song...

What the hell is wrong with people these days?

I just signed onto Twitter, where I receive updates from Lance Armstrong, among other cyclists. Lance's bike got stolen about 8 hours ago from the team bus at the Tour of California.

Does anyone you know ride around on a bike like this? No? Didn't think so. There's only one in the world that looks like this, and you'd have to be borderline retarded to even think you could get away with stealing it!!!

I just had to post this, because my brain is actually imploding right now. Why would you do that!?

Advance Australia Fair?

I guess my mother heard it through the grapevine that I intend to move to Sweden.

Today she asked me if I'd considered looking for a job in Australia.

Erm, Australia? Really?

Don't get me wrong, it's a nice place. And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't previously considered moving there. That said, Australia is SO HOT. All year round. I'm not even joking. In 2006, I went over for the weekend in July to compete in a track meet and got a tan. Now, let's just clarify - in the southern hemisphere, July is SUPPOSED to be WINTER. Apparently, in Queensland, they don't have winter. At the time it was nice, because I'd come from -1 in Christchurch to about 28 in Southport, but every day? No thank you. Part of the attraction to Sweden is its cold weather.

Another thing? Um, Australia is only three hours away. I can drive to Rotorua in that time. It's not exactly moving away. For some people, that's more of a reason to go, but not me. I don't want to be tempted to come home just because. And because it's so close, it's not really a heck of a lot different to New Zealand. Which is fine, I suppose, but at the same time, it's kind of boring! One of the main drawcards for me is that you can buy Benefit Cosmetics over there.

Eh, you can get these colours in a Revlon quad... right?

At the same time, you can buy Benefit products almost anywhere in the world outside the Land of the Long White. I'm talking Oman, Qatar, Bahrain, Ireland, Poland... okay, not Sweden but you know what? I am not moving somewhere based on the fact that you can buy a makeup product there *abandons ideas of moving to Iceland for Skyn Iceland products*.

Iceland's Blue Lagoon... mmm

Suffice to say I'm not that impressed with my mother's "great idea". Australia is for pussies.