Sunday, April 22, 2007

Exceptional Photography by Charles Cooper


Check out Charles stunning photography on his recently updated website.

Charles used to run the Niue Tourism operations here in NZ, which is how i met him while I was in Samoa Tourism.
Obviously being small fish in big tourism pond, it helped teaming up with the other small island destinations reps in Auckland, and i managed to catch up with Charles every once in a while to update ourselves with Pacific goss and all things islandish.


Anyhow, I resigned from tourism and took the plunge into the travel (consultant) field, something that is looked upon as completely unthinkable and ...stupid.
My tourism colleagues were shocked at my sudden change, especially since the norm was moving from travel to tourism.


Ah well, i managed and am enjoying the change, except i got pregnant 3 months into the job, every managers nightmaRE, heheh.


okay, check out the pics and enjoy!!!!

couch update

Some time in the next 2 weeks, my waters may break, my contractions may start and my nether regions will undergo intense action, not of the pleasurable nature but rather my interiors being exposed and ravaged by childbirth.


If my decription of this suppsedly-magical moment sounds slightly vulgar, I really don't care because i am writing from my soul to my heart, not for anyone else's self-gratification, screw that.

So Mom and Omega arrive today, Fleur and Cherelle are already here- somewhere in Botany today and the children came and left again for a visit.


I'm refering to my 10, 8 year old nieces and 3 year old hyper-nephew.
They came to NZ for the first time to get injections for meningococal B as a few children have died in Samoa due to this.


It has been a while since i have been in the company of children, specifically Samoan-born and raised children.


There is something particularly exhausting about these three that has almost reduced me to early labour pains. Master Three had a tendency to piss his pants at the most inoptune moments, the older two staged arguments that drive you nuts and the house was reduced to a mess that I couldn't clear because my energy levels have been pitiful.
I miss the little ones now, but in a deafeningly-silent relieving sort of way. I miss them when they are gone, but the longer theyre here, the wearier i become.


I did however have some beautiful moments with the kids. Mstr Three volunteered daily to massage bio oil on my tummy, and then he would start chatting excited to it, and he would stop and say "Uh oh, ua fia kio pepe, (Pepe wants to do a shit)". He also tended to remind me daily how huge my stomach is "Oka se lapoa o lou magava sole".

Aside from the children, I officially finished work a week ago, and it is such a wonderful thing to sleep in every day, wake up and worry only about what i am going to eat.



Speaking of which, food has been a touchy issue over the last 9 months. Because i have been blessed(cursed in the eyes of the Health System) with being a Pacific Islander, I have therefore been earmarked from the beginning to be likely to develop (if not already) diabetes, high blood pressure and every other diesease in the book.
As a result, I have been subjected to numerous tests to assess my progress.
So much so that I had to do two glucose tests and a liver scan to be absolutely sure i was NOT diabetic.


Furthermore, midwife tells me baby might arrive late.
So i have been trying every trick, exercise, myth and idea that could bring on labour.



I've been walking around the block with one foot on the curb and the other on the road, much to the neighbour's amusement.


I had hot hot curry in town with fleur until my nose was runny and my throat hurt.


Today, I'm buying fresh pineapple because Asians apparently eat these to bring on early labour.


Hot sex also helps, but frankly, thats not on my books these days, or the last few months for that matter, so pineapple and curry it is.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

Of Affairs and Rumours

Several months on, I decide to return to my blog and keep my 5 readers updated as to why i have been gone for so long.

1. My working hours mean logging on at home is a real inconvenience
2. Broadband is a sucker in New Zealand, to hell with those shets at TELECOM
3. I started another blog for friends and family only.
4. I got sick of wankers and weirdos emailing me about people whose photos appear on
my blog, accusing me of encouraging extramarital affairs and warning me that some of these people are of disagreeable characters and so on.
5. Coz i don't feel like et,...right? right.

But i'm back now, i needed some closure, so here goes:

Easter is the reason for the chicken

Ia, pau ga.

Also, I am proud to announce that the Samoan Sevens Team won the Hong KOng Sevens.

I'd love to mention the names of the players but then again i might get an email saying "Do you know that he has 4 children to his ex and is currently screwing the neighbour's cousin's aunty's niece, under the kamaligi tree?"

While we are on the subject, lets not forget that the former CEO from a particular government corporation has been fired due to alledgedly having unconsented sex with his former secretary in Samoa.
Now that is not a rumour, unless you associate rumours with Ombudsmans report and Samoa Observer front page.

Its a sad state of affairs and I'm sad to admit that many (if not majority) of Samoan men love to screw their way thu town and back, with any living creature, female, male or faafafine (the three genders in Samunda).

It is fair to conclude that 70% of men in Crabbers or RSA have had sex with women who are not their wives.

If every case was investigated like the STA case, I'm certain we will have no one running the businesses and the government departments in Apia.

Always the infatuation with affairs.
Always.

What i can't comprehend is that Samoa is so small, that whatever goes on under your mosquito net, 10 people are avidly peeking thru the holes, so obviously the affair becomes old news anyway.

Eh, fai mai e a le isi koeaiga i le makeki fou: It's the nature of the beast I beliff.

I leave u, my faithful 5 readers with this, "Life is all about foraying ahead, if you can't hack it, f*ck off"

With lots of tofas,

Goddess.


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