if it were not you

you think there's a single event can ward off your life?
remark a lifeline?
perhaps.
just a line post for a mile, my friend.
that year, that day,
marked a dot in your life.
it might not mean anything until time pass, many years even.
but you'll get there,
like a turtle unaware of it's destination, but
swam swam and swam,
till exhaustion.
you'll get there.
you might not even realised it was a destination. until time passed, years later.
you can finally retire to yourself: I'm here now, this is where I will rest my soul;
for a while;
until I depart for another again.
leaving those who accompany me all the while, or take the memory on my journey.
they are just part of it, if you choose to. if they choose to be too.

24 years, 16 countries, 1 winner, All Blacks!

New Zealand finally, All Blacks finally.

We are, we are the champion! 24 years of waiting, finally, the cup has come home.

watching it all the way from another country, I had always had the feeling yes this time is ours, 4 years ago I only heard rugby world cup, and we lost to France in semi final, I remember the critics, the news, but at that time i wasn't passionate about all black or rugby, or this little country.

Now,  with the biggest pride, with tears in my eyes, I cried on the couch, when the whistle was blown, it was unreal. The moment was so fine, it was almost unbelievable. Little old New ZeaLand, number 1 rugby favourite team, and the host, and the nerve the tension... but finally, our boys carried it home!

My friend David cried, a rugby player himself, my friend and like a little sister, told me, twice: once when the game finish the whistle blew, 2nd when the inspirational captain Richie received the Cup, a tough man who can almost smash me with one blow as I know, David, cried.

History in the making, last night was. One of the finest.

Lastly let me give you this performance, famous war dance New Zealand perform before every game, conference, functions, called Haka, this one is called Kapa o Pango (All Blacks).

Kapa o Pango kia whakawhenua au i ahau!	All Blacks, let me become one with the land
Hī aue, hī!
Ko Aotearoa e ngunguru nei!	This is our land that rumbles
Au, au, aue hā!	It’s my time! It’s my moment!
Ko Kapa o Pango e ngunguru nei!	This defines us as the All Blacks
Au, au, aue hā!	It’s my time! It’s my moment!
I āhahā!
Ka tū te ihiihi	Our dominance
Ka tū te wanawana	Our supremacy will triumph
Ki runga ki te rangi e tū iho nei, tū iho nei, hī!	And be placed on high
Ponga rā!	Silver fern!
Kapa o Pango, aue hī!	All Blacks!
Ponga rā!	Silver fern!
Kapa o Pango, aue hī, hā!	All Blacks!

The definition of happy cat: unconscious one

Happy cat ^^, a photo by Roar-ing on Flickr.

Comfort

The Bone People

This is one of the very first New Zealand novel I read, before Morris Gee and anything else.

First be warned, I don't read like a speedy train, and English is not my first language, but it hasn't stopped me desiring the nourishment of literature.

I don't want to write a review or an essay on how good or lost this is. Plainly, its been hard to read it, at least the first time round; even though I lived in New Zealand for nearly a decade, not growing up and adapted to the slangs and Maori culture is a disadvantage; and with the unconventional dialogue style, it has been a bit tough to get me started stuck in this one.

I believe I was at the airport of Wellington, before our flight to America, Wedding trip, that I picked it up from the section of New Zealand fictions. The book is heavy, thick, dense with small texts. I always liked to read something on the plane, at least pretend to.

Okay, the story, is about Keriwin, the lonely, head strong mysterious loner, who distant herself from her family for not known reasons, living in a self built tower, one stormy afternoon she was intruded by little lost boy's, eventually during the development of their encourters, the boy's background and story emerges, his father's and his family's too, they each had a story or many, then the stories and their lives intertwined with each other.

Like I said, the story is one of the most unconventional, at least in the 80, but I loved its style, the lyrics, the love and the hate, the Maori stuff, the twists and heartbreaks. But I am not sure if I should so easily recommend it to everyone. I was not able to finish the book at first attempt. I believe that was early if not specified down to January - Feb 2010, but managed to completely finish the book during my stay in China over the non-stop reading in March 2011,  and i'm glad for that time that I had, to catch up on a lot of things where during the other times, such consistency could not be achieved during the course of juggling for work/life balance.

Lastly, here is link that I unexpectedly discovered, a surprising insight.
http://wellywoodwoman.blogspot.com/2010/11/bone-people.html?spref=gr#close=1

Competition for attention

The problem

The problem is

I'm woman, I'm human, I'm emotional

The problem is

I'm too soft, I'm too hard,
I'm too independent,
I'm too firey, I'm too fierce,
I have too much tear to shed,
I have too much to express,
I'm too concerned if you listen.

The real problem is

I'm too happy,
I'm too depressed,
I'm everything but not all at once,

But the problem really is
I'm too fat
I'm too old
I'm too immature,
I'm too pretentious.
I'm too beautiful,
I'm too hot to handle.

Hey,
Fuck you,
Who asked for your opinion.

piece it together

patch it, or,
where it needs.
that little light, i'm chasing.
don't let it vanish.
don't vanish
it shines my way out, my way home, my salvation.

hold on, holding on.
let it disappear, poor soul.