i tried my hardest to look like an aristocat. i just ended up drunk.

I can't believe uni is nearly over.. forever! What am I meant to do with my life?

Great weekend - a double 21st in Tauranga animal themed.

Best of friends with cake and vodka. Illusioning.

Chats & Peppermint tea.

Shopping. MTV.

Coffee. Coffee. Coffee.

Currently trying to find a new flat!

Much love x

"life must be lived as a play"

bubbles are those things that are pretty cute and pretty cool.. a little like you.

T h a t S i s t e r T i m e .

Catch-ups.

Caramel Slice.

Vampire Weekend.

Photos.

Community Chest.

Boxes of fabric.

Floral.

Chats.

Nana and Mum.

Bitches.

Parties.

Coffee.

Chocolate Desserts.

Drives.

Bootsy.

Bubbles.

Iguana.

Corsets.

"A sister is a little bit of childhood that can never be lost"

a post cannot really give summer credit, but it can try.

Sunny. Bright. Brilliant. Clear. Fine. Luminous. Radiant. Shining. Warm. Cheerful. Happy. Joyful. Optimistic. Pleasant. Smiling.

Boxing day with the family. Jess and Nicola visited. Turned into a trip to town, owning the op-shop couch and an alcohol stop. That is NOT me spewing! Simply drinking the last king. Fun night with those girls and the sister. A hungover Mission Bay lunch with Jess, Nicola and Ami. Walk up Rangitoto with Char and Richard. Them Crooked Vultures concert.

Just a small snippet. Enjoy! x

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer... and I like it."

just getting back into that business they call blogging.

H e l l o G u y s !

One of my best friends Nicola has started up a blog and reading it has made me miss mine. Check hers out! www.nicola-myeuphoria.blogspot.com

So, it is my last year of university! I cannot believe time is going so fast. So much is happening/coming up! Last day of uni tomorrow then the 'holidays!' - if you could call them that...

Life really could not get any better right now!

except if my Mum sent me an Easter/care package...

I had a great summer!

I spent a lot of time drinking by the family pool with my best of friends.
Christmas with all the family in the sun.

New Years was amazing...
Lucy, Char and I hired an Escape travel van. It went something like this..
-x-rated version of course! some things are meant to be kept within the 'van'-

We tripped to Whangamata for a night where we partied with a few girls from Uni.
A small stop in Pauanui. Then Whitianga for a night; where we all created our own fun...

Luxury bathing stop for $35! Definatly worth it (considering we were cleaning in the beach showers!)

Tomorata Pools were our number one napping place. Gave some guys we met a ride to Highlife in Matakana and we partied the night away! It was absolutely amazing. Nothing else could compare with this short-lived holiday with two of the best girls. Here are a few pics to re-live memories! xx

Whangamata at Brooke's batch.

The luxury bathing stop in Whitianga.

Meeting up with Honor when we got to Highlife.

I will keep you all updated on a regular basis now.

Much l o v e x

"I live for the nights I can't remember with the people I'll never forget."

family is pretty special, im all for admitting that.

So, I finally got around to doing some painting!

I did a canvas for my Nana.

"painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen"

it has been 3 years, rest in peace grandad x

Every time I walked into my Nana and Grandads retiring home my granddads existence always encaptured my attention. He lay there in his reliable, green lazy boy and welcomed me in as his glasses sat effortlessly on his rigid nose. With the racing pages in his aged hands, his glistening, blue eyes were set on the wide screen T.V which was providing my Granddad with the daily races. Occasionally, he would pull himself up and hobble over to the phone to bet on a horse with his betting number we all knew so well.

While I sat at the end of the dinner table completing my homework, Grandad would sit at the opposite end and distract me with games meant for little kids as if he wanted me to stay young, but for me, they never got old. I’d gaze over and find my Grandad in a pair of his favourite, blue workpants with small paint specs splattered across them and a white, paper thin singlet that barely covered his stomach.

Every time I walk into my Nana and Grandads retiring home I imagine my loving Grandad laying there in his beloved green lazy boy. My imagination is wiped away like dead bugs on a windscreen, as I see a stiff, black, leather recliner chair perched in the corner of the newly refurbished room which once, Grandad had lived his life in, but now I’m not so certain. As I walk in to the kitchen, I imagine my granddad over the boiling stove assembling new creations with our secret recipe, for me to try.

It feels as if he’s just on an extended holiday or he’s hiding in the laundry for us to open the door so he could jump out and frighten us. I know my Grandad isn’t going to physically be sitting in his new lazy boy, but I imagine him arranged there, peering over his large, loveable tummy just waiting patiently for someone to turn the T.V onto channel 8.

Written by my sister; I feel the same.

special kind of tea with those special kind of girls.

Ashley, Jessica and I went for a late night bubble milk tea at Hulacat The past couple of weeks has consisted of only assignments, gyming, work and coffee dates.

I have started on a painting, so if it comes out to be anything good I may post it in my blog.
It is my sisters 16th tomorrow! She is having a party in a weeks time, so I have to go home. I got her the Ralph Lauren 'Rocks' perfume gift set. I hope she likes it!

"A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves."