Saturday, December 11, 2010

First weekend of freedom since ages ago

For the first time in months, I have a weekend of NO STUDY.
Wow! I don't know myself!
Managed to empty, vacuum, clean the conservatory, AND do 3 loads of washing for the FIRST time in a long long time.
I was hoping to do full on housework but considering my state, I was stopping every hour, rest, eat...continue, then lie down, eat, nap ...continue, resume work then entertain the midget, rest, watch movie and what do you know, its was 5pm already!
At that point, I was knackered,
So, being the mother of the year that I am, i did spaghetti toast for MM and just when we were done, Skivi texted to say ua vela le sapa sui.
So - showered and sped over to eat (again), catch up with T, S and the littlies watched ariel.
Both T and we don't have Sky tv, so whenever we take our fob girls to Skivis, they are mesmerised by the wonders of the cartoon network and pretty much everything else.
which is good- coz we get to talk while they quietly stare at the tv.

oh, good news, i can now breath normally now without freaking people out, hah...i was just very low on iron and it made me gasp for air fequently, but am all good now, just have to keep check on my iron levels in case i get into probs again...so yeah, halleluia!


Thursday, December 09, 2010

what a wonderful day

i submitted another draft and i get to come home and NOT think about business sustainability bullshit for 5 whole days, touch wood!

Our friends Neta and co come to so say goodbye on their way to Brisbane for good: ): sad sad sad..bon voyage!but...excuse to fly over for a visit (:

W and D had their loooong awaited baby boy, 9 pounds and we will meet the lil man tomorrow.

the omanis are coming soonnnn yay!!!!!!!
followed by the french,
then the samoans still filing in on the eve of xmas.

cant wait to see everyone and enjoy the holiday!!!

my older brother successfully completed his course in Japan n heading home shortly.


but the highlight of today is:

Having fresh fush and chups from Seafood Bazaar, along with the chunky beer battered mussles. Then strawberries, mango, papaya and ....wait for it Lagipoiva -  pavlova for dessert.
yes, im a fat bastard and i love it!

Over and out, manuia le weekend




Monday, December 06, 2010

Why am I doing this?

It's only 18 sleeps before the man with the big fat belly climbs down the chimney, and we have done nothing, aside from tree...that counts for something at least!
This week, I submit my second and HOPEFULLY final draft, provided I did everything the cheechar asked for. Inshallah.
Once I get over this thesis bump, I can well and truly say its a festive season, in the meantime, it continues to be little sleep and non stop dreams and every waking moment thoughts of writing writing writing.
Then I can truly focus on this other bump growing as I type. hah.

I'm staying postive, and trying to finish this off because I am not getting any slimmer (haha),..its tough, after 3 hours of sitting and typing, my ass is just completely numb and all i want to do is lie in a fetal position and sleep.
In retrospect, I should have planned things out better.
Probably not get preggo and be doing a thesis together. ANd not be working at the same time. But hey, today is not about regrets and whining.
Its not about what ifs and shoulda coulda'...its all about.."I CAN DO IT, YES I CAN, YES I CAN"
Im sure if i say it often enough i will convince meself.

Motivational Corner:
If I finish this off this week,
I can enjoy the holidays
Sleep in,
Chalk on the sidewalk with the midget
Have weekends to laze around and do NOTHING
enjoy life and just chill.
I CAN DO IT
I CAN DO IT
I AM DOING IT
YES I CAN
GOD DAMNIT I WILL GET THRU THIS!

Sunday, December 05, 2010

Richie McCaw Papier Mache

I usually focus on Richie McCaw during a game in the hope that someone smashes him good,...all because I hate his brilliance. but, this is soooo cool,...for once, I can tolerate the bastard. happy watching.


happy watching





Thursday, December 02, 2010

Tokelauan teenagers survive 50 days lost at sea




sob sob, my favourite Pisikoa blogger is leaving ):

One of my favourite pasttime in the past year, is faikakalaring on Matt's Samoa blog.
It's so funny because I get to borrow his american lenses to see how we do things in Samowah (:
and i like that i lot.
It's also the only frequently updated blog out of Samoa, me thinks.

I recall reading one of his posts a few months back and I thought, "hmmm, that sounds soooo much like some people in my aiga basket". well, i found out later, he was referring to that very aiga basket. haha.

I'm hoping some other pisikoa will step up to the mark,...and do as cool a job as Matt.

..hey, maybe thats a role that the Peace Corp office should do, a blogger for each school, hah!

anyhow, thank you Diplomatt for the laughs and the entertainment (do i sound like a stalker yet?)

Wednesday, December 01, 2010

A certain Samoan politician loves saying this:

"As I've said, the proof of the pudding is in the eating".
I found it in 3 different interviews...
How cool is that?

If you guess it right,..ummmm.... I will really think you read waaay too much into Samoan politics and you need to get a life (yes me- I need to get a life).

manuia le po.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

The Tokelau trio are alive!

This is such wonderful news of survival.
I needed this this week,
Theres just been way too much drama and loss and sadness.
The three boys have already had their funeral memorials...what a beautiful thing, sruvival.

read story here

C'mon Samoan voters, change is possible..look at Tonga!

Wow - 10 years ago we'd never have thought the Tongan majority could shake off the nobility stronghold, but, yesterday, ..THEY DID IT!
17 seats to the commoners, 9 to the nobles....so finally, democracy has washed up on Tongan shores.

Just think about it, if Tonga can do it, why can't Samoa?
ummm....
For starters, we don't have an inspirational and level headed Akilisi Pohiva.
We only have half-arsed revolutionaries who, in the words of Mrs Tufuga "are like empty vessels that go clang clang in the wind".
Our last hope and veteral MP who could have been the peoples voice of reason - just switched to HRPP.
Only one lone ranger without no back ups.

We don't have a recent tragic event that killed many due to a Government's inability to care for its people, like the Princess Ashika....something traumatic enough that it severed traditional alliegances with the Nobles.

But wouldn't you say that the road switch, tsunami response, shot gun land and titles bill and other decisions tragic enough?
No?
well then, maybe we are okay after all.
We don't need change.
We have food on the table (albeit its mafu). We have magnificent buildings, wharves and roads as a show of our prosperity and modern progress.
Maybe, we are not doing so bad after all.
 

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

My thoughts are with the families and loved ones of the Pike River men.

I'm thinking of the bride-to-be, who is a few weeks away from walking down the aisle.
The expectant mother.
The mother. The father.
Brother. Sister.
Uncle. Friend.
Loved ones.
What a tragic loss.

I remain blindly hopeful that someone down there is alive, waiting to be rescued.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Mama's here

Mother dearest is here, thus the virtual silence from my end.
She arrived from Fiji for a wee break before going back to Sadramas in a days time.
Frenchy and MM drove up to the airport to pick her up.
Really, I just wanted to make sure she was taken away from the Auckdramas.
For some reason, some people associate my mother with 'unloaded their problems'.
To the point where we (her churens) have to put up with the dramas in her absence.
A week before she arrived, I received several calls from her relations asking "O afea e kauguu mai ai lou kiga?". Mind you, this is not a call to see her and have a happy friendly chat. heck no.
So they start telling me their dramas - most of which are related to ahem -village matters spanning from fagua ma suafa, kusiga igoa, faaulufalegas and the whole faalavelave she'boom'.
I am tempted to ask, "Why don't you get your butt back to your village and leave to solve your own dramas?"
I mean, this is what I HATE about our culture, there is so much attention given to faalavelaves and shit, I wish the same attention was given to their own families, children's education and so forth.
Anyhow, so far so good.
I have switched off all the phones and made sure no one gets to her for a change.
she's here on her grandma duties thank you, so back up with your problemos and seek professional help.
Sometimes they need to grow up and deal with their own issues, if not, hop on the next Forum Samoa and go back to the village.
Blimmin shats.


Thursday, November 18, 2010

Am i on the same page or waaay off?

I'm reading an article in Samoa Observer about the new DMO office and it says:

Disasters, such as last year’s devastating tsunami, will hopefully be avoided in the future with the opening of the new Disaster Management Office.



Is this implying that setting up the office will prevent a tsunami? maybe i'm reading it wrongly perhaps. Most likely.
Or...unless it means that through the work of DMO, the "effects" of the disaster will be avoided as there will be a quicker response? umm me don't know...ahhh, thats right, because it wouldn't have been a disaster if people and livelihoods were not affected.
or maybe i need to get my head checked. sorry about the blabbering.
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I like this editorial by Savea - (since it dont bother with the other editorials, soooooo boring) about Stui and John Campbell. I am still baffled by the image of our PM climbing up 5 steps at Govt Building, let along a mountain?
 I can tell you now, If Stui can make it up that mountain, I will admire him, I will be his number one supporter and I will jump up and down, get me a monkey, bend at the knees, throw on my backpack, punch my fists and sing:

"We did it! we did it! We climbed the tallest mountain!" Dora the Explorer


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Eating disorder

Personal news to break the drone of pathetic political news to follow:
I officially have an eating disorder.I woke up early to boil eggs and prepare yummy sammies (its part of our credit crunch strategic plans towards our properity goals 2011 clause 5 bar 211:12) for the household.
Then I had one for breaky.
Got the two housemates to eat trusty ol' Skippys cornflakes (thank you New World coupons)
Hopped in the car with my apple and 2 yummy sammies.
20 minutes later, arrived to uni, humming to Grant and Polly's chit chat.
Grabbed the lunch box and auoi kafefe!
I inhaled my lunch between St Andrews and the uni car park.
Argh, I am such a tiau!
so there you go:
I have an eating disorder.

SUNGO, pack your bags, you're fired.

SUNGO has been given an eviction notice from Stui. I think this is a good thing.
What did SUNGO expect? Get special treatment from Stui?
They have been the thorn on his side during the road switch, the land bill, casino bill, prisons and numerous other issues that have been dictated by HRPP.
Remember Parliament has no spine - no Opposition -just yes men?...so now NGOs have to be the people's representative and the bones in Stui's faiai pusi.
SUNGO staying in that Government property (albeit rotting) was meant to be hush money.
Stui said it himself a few months ago when he said that SUNGO should be grateful for the Government support through the rental. In other words, "dont bite the hand that feeds you NGOs"
This is a good thing for good governance in Samoa.
It shows that NGOs will openly advocate for their members irrespective of personal gain and political retribution.
SUNGO should build their own premises, free of Government strench.
Good luck SUNGO - and keep up the great work of speaking for our peoples of the land of coconuts and honey, no one else is doing that, (bar Talatonu in Parliament?).
On a side note, why is Stui being pricky about a lousy Government house? Have you seen the state of the rest of the Government houses around the Hospital and Fagalii, which many are actually vacant? They are rotting!

You dumbass coconut. (cue to ata leo tele)

So, Litea Ah Hoi has done it again.

What's in a name?
By which we call a dumbass coconut but any other name would sound as bad?

You don't call someone a dumbass coconut (on a public forum), offend her and then consider it funny.
Unless you are Tofiga and Ete saying "you coconut" or David Fane calling Oscar Knightley a baldy coconut, but when a High profile Labour die hard Pacific advocate calls another Pacific person a dumbass coconut and then say she didn't mean it, thats what you call a popo masa.,
That's a key word, look it up.
Full interview with Litea Ah Hoi - Politics - Video - 3 News

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Play me a jazz chord!

When I saw Tuilaepa's comment to John Campbell, it made me laugh.
He was quoted as saying to the TV 3 media man "John, I call the tune"

It reminded me of a certain episode on Tauese Boulevard (:

A man from Vaiala (hahah, true story Ulalei)...he was drinking at the Jazz Festival and he turned to the band and said:
"Give me a jazz chord"
The visiting musician from New Orleans was sooo impressed with this Vaiala's man's musical knowledge  and asked:
"What chord was that sir?"
And Ulalei's uncle responded:
"You know, a jazz chord!
A jazz chord, to say, I love you,,..
and I mean it from the bottom of my heart"

choohooo!!
okay, not funny, chus kidding, back to work. fa loa.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Personalities on Bookfacials

So, because of my write up, ive been avoiding FB, just so I could stop nosing into my friends lives and their friends lives (which is not unlike what a certain Malie girl does as well hahah we must be related).
But being away and popping in ever so briefly is refreshing and also reminds me that some things are best kept to yourself.
FB is really exposing people's personalities - in their updates, their open discussions and their venting. (...what? why you looking at me like that for?).
Some people just enjoy being dramatic.
Others play it cool.
And controversial. (hmm, check more often)
Or just downright - pathetic (click unfriend, hah).
But most of all, I wonder if FB is becoming too much of an irrelevant outlet for some people?
Where they say things that they dont have the Balls to say in reality?
Whatever the case, I just want to say.,
I'm sick of FB at the moment, and i will stay deactivated until someone contacts me about any juicy bits of faikakala- only reallly juicy bits okay!
ia, sei alu mama e struuudddyyy..
ua latalata mai lava le due date o le submission Aue Iesu e alofa mai~!

Coconuts from Samoa, at a shop near you (:


Want a scent of Samoa in your cool corner of the world? Go to The Body Shop and buy any coconut product. Samoa is the ONLY coconut oil supplier (and is certified) for the company and the deal is done through Community Trade and with assistance from Oxfam. ...and, youre helping a Samoan family help themselves. ...hmmm, another Christmas gift idea, for yourself (: read more about the products made from the Samoan coconut here

Monday, November 08, 2010

Hmmm, what did i forget...somethings bugging me....what is is???

So the big "pathetic" news this week in that itumalo of Samoa, Otara is about a cute 2 year old who was lost at the Otara Markets on Saturday.
No big deal right?
Kids get lost in the crowds all the time.
But not really like this.
This 2 year old got lost and NOBODY was looking for her on that day, that night, the following day (Sunday) and it was only after a major public appeal on tv and radio that the stupid mother and aunt when to the Police to claim the child at 6:30pm.
Now - before I even looked further into this news item in the weekend, I already was shuddering with disgust because deep down, I just knew that it would be a Pacific person, and Most likely a Samoan mother. (but secretly hoping its a Maoli or a Niuean huh)
Hate me if you must for saying this but this reeks of Pacific stupidity.
I can just imagine, the stupid mother goes to the taro stand, picked 5 taros, grabs the cabbage, adjusts her ie lavalava and mouths off to her cousins cousins brother about the bingo that night and all the while walking to the car to head off to the pokies. but forget the child altogether, because she already has 7 at home, whats another kid to the lot.

Bloody idiot. All these stupid people should get their tubes tied.
Click here for the skoli
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In other equally suicidal news, its kaulaga on Sunday, so if you're an offspring or a victim of a certain denominator. I feel your pain and more so, your lo$$. If you still have faith after your offering, I admire you truly for your selfless courage and sheer determination. Bless you my child.
Remember, your blessings will come hundredfold - maybe not in this lifetime and not in the size that you ordered or maybe not at all, but hey...kalosia ia i mu lega kaulaga.
Eh, I wanna be a Bahai or a LDS convert this week.

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Sunday, November 07, 2010

Making crepes by accident

THURSDAY
MM is going through a pagikeke phase...(not Henry pancake but pancake nevertheless).
She knows the ingredients off by heart and the measurements, but tends to add on when my back is turned.
We'll last Thursday, we skyped with CJ in the kitchen while we were prepping the mix and while I was at the sink, she added more milk. A lot of milk.
I know this because CJ alerted me via Skype that she just poured in about 2 cups of milk.
When I told MM that that's enough, she retorted, "But it wasn't much!"
She's forgotten about Aunty dobbing her in.
Anyhow, because we had excess milk, I added some more flour and an egg to sorta balance things out.
The most amazing thing happened, our pagikekes turned out more like crepes....straight off the streets of Montmarte!
It was an amazing and unexpected feat!!!


FRIDAY
Because of yesterday's accidental discovery, I got the proper recipe for making crepes from the MIL, along with help from some American chef via Youtube. Thank you (:
We did everything right Except the leave the mix in the fridge for 1 hour.
Je suis désolé madame, we don't do "waiting for an hour". We cook, We eat. We no wait.
As it turns out, our crepes turned out like,..
Pagikeke mafolafola, straight out of Falefia's sefe pagikeke at Salelologa market...
but, without the lololo oil and the sweetness.
Fail fail.

SATURDAY
MM asked me what we were making and I decided to do the honourable thing and be truthful:
"Baby girl, just stir the away and whatever comes out, is what we eat ..only God knows"
Pagicrepe much?

Next culinary adventure: cannelonis (which does depend on the crepes coming out right, *sighs*)

The most dangerous cake recipe in the world

Miss NYC, here's the 5 minute beauty....sorry, i removed it a while back...but here it is:...but for really yummy choc muffins, ask kuaback....or please visit your nearest bakery.

fank you much.

Here's the 5 minute choc cake recipe - we tried it this morning and it was...yummy!!!!
5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE COFFEE MUG CAKE!!

4 tablespoons self raising flour
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa
1 egg
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional) A small splash of vanilla essence
1 large coffee mug

Add dry ingredients to your largest mug and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and mix well. Add the chocolate chips (if using), vanilla essence, then mix again.

Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts (high).
The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed!
Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.

EAT! (this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous).
And why is this the most dangerous cake recipe in the world?
Because now you are only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake at any time of the day or night!

Saturday, November 06, 2010

Miss South Pacific Pageant 2010

The winner will be Miss PNG, but love you to bits Miss Tres Joli!!!

Friday, November 05, 2010

skip this post, i'm just ranting away to meself.

Radius Doctor
MM has been sick the last 4 days, her eczema/asthma has been back with a vengance.
So we headed to the Doctor for another stash of drugs but because we didnt make an appoihntment, we were referred to the Drop In doctor at Radius.
This is the 4th time we've see this same character in the last 4 weeks. He never recalled who we are, fair enough, he sees hundreds of people. but, each time we see the guy, I have to explain the problems, etc etc and EVERY time, I tell him the Aqueous cream that should be helping, ISN'T.
so he recommends the next one up: (Hydrocortizone ?? + moisturiser): DOESN'T WORK.
and then he suggests the steroid cream, which is a last resort for her.
I nod my head blankly and accept his prescription of the SAME drugs that I have in the cupboard, all of which DO NOT WORK but still try.
I thank the guy and he looks a bit dazed and said "Well, its a shitty time of the year, so she might have hay fever too, heres some antihystemine to help with that"
We walk away with our long shopping list of meds - went to Pharmacist, who was a little concerned about amount of stuff we're giving her., he called the Doctor, and both agree to remove the steroid cream, since it doesn't work. DUH!
When we got home, I opened the bag of stuff and the one thing she needs most is missing, the ventolin for the asthma: THE INITIAL REASON FOR OUR VISIT TO THE DOCTOR.
I called Radius, and explained, this is just a repeat prescription.
They said, just come into the Pharmacy, they'll have it on the system.
We drove back, went to Pharmacist, and he tells me "No, you have to see a Doctor"
"I did"
"Well, this isn't an emergency, so please see the Doctor or maybe the nurse for a print out of prescriptn"
We walk back to Radius, sat for 40 minutes, then the Nurse comes over, looks at MM breifly.
Asked some questions and walked off.
20 minutes later, she comes back
"sorry, you have to see the doctor, he won't sign the prescription without see your daughter"
"Whose the doctor?"
"The Drop in Doctor, Dr D. D"
"We did see him earlier, and explained EVERYTHING- he should have prescribed the ventolin, its just a repeat"
"No, you have to see Dr D. D again"
We were talken to another waiting area, 20 - 30  minutes later.
Dr. D. D sees us, and asks "How can I help you?"
I explained etc etc...and he has no idea who we are!
After explaining ourselves for the 4th time in a day (and twice to the same bastard), he slowly "registers" us and signs the prescription.
Who do I contact about the possibility that a practicing GP in New Zealand may be HIGH on drugs?

k,...Last rant:
I got up early (for a Sat, 8:30am), made meself a packed lunch: a yummy Vogel sandwich, plus tub of Meadow Fresh 99% fat free yogurt, 3 juicy and most likely GMO strawberries from NW and a thermos of earl grey tea for my study session. I packed everything in a separate bag and went to give MM a cuddle.
Then, Ihopped in the car.
I got to uni, and realised.
I forgot my blimmin healthy lunch.
So I just came back from Four Square with a bag of Rashuns, coke, Dr Pepper and Hersheys Cookies n Creme.
I'm disgusting, I know.
Now run along now before I burb.

Like i said, I'm ranting, so go to Jandal Print's blog for some inspiration or something, or Samoa Observer, I'd have happily suggested Swiss Hamo but she's also ranting today. Good luck finding inspiration, hah.

Lani, I give you these:


IF, and you give me a coupla these:

                                                                   Fair deal me thinks (: 



Wednesday, November 03, 2010

The Mystery of the Joyita

We used to watch this when it aired on Televise Samoa back in the day, so am very thrillied to rediscover it on TP: check it out, the dissapearance of the Joyita:
check it out here, first part and
part two, lol, i didn't realise that's Rico playing the guitar! slow much today, heh...and i love that the men's shorts where ultra short, hahaha, they def didn't do measurements before the reenactment me thinks.
no, I am seriously mystified by this event.
I still reckon the Captain is the culprit.

Monday, November 01, 2010

Tuilaepa Sailele in the red corner, John Campell in the blue, ding ding dong.

Amended 3 November (:

OMG, I am soooo embarrassed about the John Campbell story from last night. What a shame!
John Campbell went back to Samoa as a follow up of his initial story about where the tsunami funds have gone. He was meant to interview Tuilaepa but due to some sort of miscommunication, the meeting time didn't work out. Sadly. And John Campbell used this opportunity to destroy any remaining credibility left for the Government of Samoa. (eh, you google the background story)

My issues are these:

Why is there such a worrying discrepancy between donation estimates, by the PM versus the report issued by his Ministry?

Why is the PM handling these enquiries when it should be the Ministry involved? Doesn't this reveal his lack of trust in his own govt employees?

Why did John Campbell get so dramatic about the change of interview time when he could have just adjusted to the new time? (and he'll say, Coz he's worth it, pugi). what a primadonna! If he really wanted the interview he should have stayed.

Why didn't John Campbell email Stui directly? Stui did ask him last night "Have you got my email?"
JC said: "Yes"
Stui: "well, you've got my email" lol.

What can 10 minutes of interview time achieve for John Campbell?
Well, according to Stui, it will be amble time to explain the funds, and then he will show JC to all the villages affected by the tsunami. Dayum, Supermaaaaaaaaaaan!

Does the PM have bodyguards or security or a liaison who can speak, intervene for him? Especially when he is rudely confronted by the media after hours? Stui dug his own grave when he kept responding. He should have hopped in his left hand drive and sped off. What a Public Relations 101 blunder.

Stui has a point, JC needed to show some respact. His confrontational approach is not very nice.
But on the same note, forgetting where $120 million tala went is pretty bad manners.

John needs to be respectful of his environment and the people or culture he goes into. Just because he is a well known tv personality in NZ doesn't give him the right to be a dickhead with others, let alone a matai Samoa. There are ways to do things. In Samoa, you show respect, you talk, decide a time and meet, read up on "talanoa".
Can you imagine Savea going up to John Key and shoving a mic and camera in his face? Demanding where the leaky building cash has gone? VERY UNLIKELY.

Of course, this report is sensationalized to the day, and JC is milking the opportunities to rubbish the efforts of many. BUT, I am glad this has happened.

It's not like we can expect exceptional (and sensational) journalism that probe further from within Samoa itself. Samoa Observer can only be sued for so often before they have to say sorry every 5 seconds.

Whatever the case, let's not forget the nature of our lovely peoples of the sun, if you ask someone how they are, despite their blessings they will say "Eh! mea masagi lava". Very rarely will you hear a "Well, I am very happy today and very very grateful for my brick house, box of clothes, boxes of pisupo and a brand new toilet" Yeah right.

But I still am left with the question, Where is the money?

And then some more, "Will this be his fall from grace? How many more of these blunders before we can really say, "something stinks bad, something gotta change?"

Here is the link to the John Campbell follow up of the tsunami story.

I like this person's perspective, its sooo true! and the media heavy response from Cafe Pacific

and there's always two sides to the story, read the PM's side at Samoa Observer .

I'm curious to know what Tupuola Terry Tavita's view is on all this, hmmm....c'mon Savali newspaper, get out of prehistory and go online!

Friday, October 29, 2010

Palolo Memoirs

I will never forget the time my mother almost cried.
(And my mother never cries).
When she couldn't find the tennis and squash racquets she bought from Seb and Rene.
And hand-carried onto a Pasi o Vaa from Fugalei to Mulifanua,
Held close to her side on the Fotu o Samoa.
One. Rough. Sailing day.
Then craddled from Salelelologa to Lmalava,
Only to be unstrung by her brother Tanumafili and converted into mea ka palolo, using Mother's finest mosquito net, made of fine chantilly lace.
Sent from Australia and kept in a pusa ku for many many moons.
That was the day she almost cried.
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But,
His punishment came in the form of my little sister.
Who, on the dawn of the catch, whined like a baby (maybe because she was a baby at the time, oops.)
Refusing to walk, or swim in the dark. (fair enough, she was only little, poor thing, sorry Lagipoiva!)
She cried because she was scared of the worms around her.
And fearful at the sight of palolo sticking to her tshirt
Tanumafili had to lift her on his shoulders, as he navigated over dark sharp corals,
And a stormy sea,
While positioning his povi masima bucket steady with one arm.
And catching worms with the other
with his newly sewn Wilson racquet with chantilly lace.

Two vows were made,
He will never unstring our racquets again.
And he will never take little sister with us on a palolo catch again.
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okay enogh memories- While youre slurping worms this season, don't forget what they really are:
Would you like sperms with your fries? or fertilised eggs?
Yep, enjoy the reporductive organ meal deal.
"The terminal parts of their bodies drop off and float over the surface of the water, releasing sperm and eggs" (thank you wikipedia).
eh that's just me being jealous coz i can't get or eat them anyway.
here's an old post i did about palolos:
click here: Eating wringling worms
Maguia le weekend.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

When you thought you'd heard it all...tsk tsk

Sorry, this is a quickie post because ua leva le po. leai se mea school ua faia. big faalavelave (:

On Monday (Labour Day), the P'sens came over for dinner with....panipopo.
Our friend Nets was making them and decided to drop a tray off with the above.
I was both happy to inhale the panipopo but slightly taken aback by the fact that Nets didn't drop off a tray for me.
Aiu much?
Ioed!
So I called to blow her ears off and get my head blown off instead, she left several messages on phone while wasn't switched on.
- yessir, I am still utterly hopeless with carrying my phone, responding to calls and texting. I just dont have the energy for it.

Annnnnnnnnyhow, in the midst of all this catch up and faikakalarations, I find out that people we know very well have had some problems, which may or may not have resulted in a physical altercation that is commonly called beating up your wife fasi ava.

Again -
I am sick and tired of this.
What can I do? (and dont say be there to listen and support - I am sick of the excuses).
This is not the first couple, nor the last who I thought I knew well that have ended up like this.
I am sick of it.
Men who do this - that I know of - have so much in common:
They are normally nice, friendly even, social, caring (ioe) but they have some weaknesses:
They do not have the intellectual capacity to deal with problems in a sensible (non violent) manner.
They hit the roof, hurt their partner and then go begging them and declaring their love while the partners face is fulafula from the beating.
The women they are with are so smitten by them that they see past their Sickness.
Last by not least, all the men I know who do this are: SAMOAN.
They think it is okay to "faasa'o" (correct) their partner thru violence.
I asked two of these shits why they do it and typical laughing response..."se ua ova le fiapoko ae kasi a le aiga o le po, uma ma le guku oso".
Women should not allow this to happen to them, there is help available, we (your family and friends) are here to support you, and take care of you, but at the end of the day, YOU have to find the courage to get out of that hole. We wont judge you, We care. We want the best for you.
While you are alive. this time.
We love you.






Sunday, October 24, 2010

My thoughts are consumed with waves, again.

I slept poorly in the night.
My back ached, my head was spinning and my thoughts were filled with black water and death and well, I have one person to blame (:

This was planned to be three days of 'nothing' aside from; Wake up, beach. Walk back, eat.  Nap time, read. Wake up, eat. Walk back, beach, read, eat, sleep.
Except, this whole routine of 'nothingness' was disrupted by my precious copy of the Galu Afi.
My reading was no longer a leisurely turning of a Jodi Picoult page.
No.
This was an urgent, persistent - 'I must keep reading, I am stuck in Malaela and I need to venture onto Lalomanu! There are children missing, and I DO NOT KNOW if they are alive. or alive, I MUST READ ON'.

...But, we are on a long weekend break, I argue with myself.

I laid the book down, careful not to scratch the surface, and bookmarked the page where Mika walks on.

I look around me and realised there isn't a big difference between Lalomanu and Tapu, the ocean lay before us on all sides, we are staying in the bach on a thin strip of flat land and our backyard is, well, its a cliff.

So I walked to the back of the bach and made a mental note of where to run.
Because I'm paranoid like that.
I must have an emergency plan with my family.

Frenchy is sitting by the barbie with Scotty, drinking Tui beers and talking shet as per usual.

"Frenchy, Scotty - If an earthquake happens, do not wait for a warning, leave the beach with the kids, Immediately"

Both clueless men look at me with bloodshot eyes and one said "Right, you carry the bbq, I'll take the cooler".
A drunken chorus of ignorant laughter follow and I feel my high blood pressure hitting the roof.
"Well, that was the same reaction from two men who were found floating in a puddle".
Laughter stops briefly and I stormed off to feed the girls.
Then I was back to the book.
And I read and read and read, until it was 1am.

Like I said before, you must read this - but don't fret, it is not a depressing recollection of memories, or a logistical nightmare, or a story of heroism for those who survived, or holding close to your loved ones, or a book about rebuilding.
It's all of those things, and much much more.
  **********
There is one thing that stood out for me.
The way people react at trying times.
They exemplify gracious humanity, or ugly greed.
I saw both that day at Poutasi, walking to Tuataga's house and all around us were men collecting things off the trees and the swamp behind.
I saw a MATAI Samoa open Tuataga's freezer that was washed out to the garage and call out to his aumaga to come and carry the pork pieces and the alaga povi to their village (that wasn't affected).
But there are many more stories of humanity at its finest that should be celebrated.

Needless to say, this long weekend has been consumed with thoughts of waves and loss and hope and rebuilding from the ground. But one thing I can be grateful for, is that this book opened my eyes and my heart to the lives and dreams and lessons of others. We can only move forward from this.
....................................
I hope Lani's literary talents will be used by MESC and DMO in creating reading material for children, because those work.
I remember clearly the poster on our primary school library, of a large black wave building up and children heading for the hills. This was also on the back cover of the exercise books.
...but then again, I am reminded of the views expressed by Andrew at MOHealth about educating our people.
E ese a le exercise book ese le reality., e lulu mai le mafui'e ae pefu uma i kai e makamaka i le makafaga.

Thanks for a memorable read, buy the book at wheelers.co.nz

Buy this Book



Now, the rest of New Zealand who want a copy of Lani Wendt's book can go to http://www.wheelers.co.nz/ and order it there.
This, without the hassle of calling your family in Samoa ($25.00), asking someone to buy it from Plantation House (taxi fare $7.00) and giving it to someone ($20) to bring to you ($25) in NZ., and then having your relation, ask you for money for white sunday at the same time ($200).

This is easier: go online, order, pay $51.40 and voila...Bob's yer uncle!


Why should I bother buying this?


This is a MUST OWN for your collection, it will now take centre stage on the book shelf indefinitely, removing the Mea Kai cook book that you bought with cooking in mind but realised you can't buy manioca, or replicate true island feasts in a cold sterile palagi kitchen. So off yer go to the bottom shelf Oliver.


A Gift that means something
This is THE perfect Christmas gift for someone with everything , (yeah, i say that about every book i talk about here, but i really mean it this time).

It's MADE IS SAMOA
Aside from banana chips, keke saiga and the sevens team Opeloge siblings, this is the best thing that has come out of Samoa in a long long long time. So enjoy it!


She was my cheechar!
Ms Wendt was my teacher at SamCo.
And I was in the not- so- brilliant classes (academically that is :)....and... she taught us (shock horror!).
Either she did a really good Oscar winning performance or she actually did give a damn.
You see, being in the lower classes, you are usually subjected to the teachers who can't be arsed teaching.
So their punishment is teaching us!
We were used to get teachers who, halfway through explaining something, they'd stop and say "Eh, forget it, you won't get it" (aka Mr T), or a former politician who takes a '19th century /Modern History' class trip to Falealupo to look at traditional (and legendary ) structures....or or, an Economics teacher who slugs his fat belly into the congested room, lights a Rothman and orders someone to 'copy the teixtpook baragraph on the plackpoard'. Let's not forget the Math teacher who asks us nicely to NOT sit the external exam lest we drag down the school average. And lest we forget the Art classes about Mesopotamian era taught by a pervert who chats up the girls in the back.
So...get the point?
Ms Wendt was a rarity, an awesome teacher who came in halfway and made Shakespeare likable (yes- its possible) and did things like class debates and interactive activities that made us think, "wow, this can actually work!"
so, is that enough reasons for you to get the book?????

If not, good luck.



Thursday, October 21, 2010

It's Friday. That means one thing only.

Me day!
Well, in a perfect world, it would be the day that I wake up at the crack of dawn and write brilliantly, non stop wisdom from my head to the laptop until my mind is spent and my thesis is a potential groundbreaking piece of work that Ban Ki Moon will quote endlessly.

Key word in above sentence is "in a perfect world".

In reality, MM and I slept in until 9am, then we woke up and played a game.
We stare at each other's face and the person who laughs first, loses.
The winner reward is being able to 'puka' the loser's cheeks.
(Yep - I'm a 3 year old like that, pugi).
Needless to say, MM loses and gets puka'd all the time, so she proposed a new rule this morning,..placing a pillow to cover half her face, in her attempt to suppress her laughter.
Epic fail.
And then I realised, it was 9:32am.
So we get out of bed, go through our morning prep routine and sit down at the table for cereal. Oops,
Ua uma le susu.
Damn it, so we had toast - with peanut butter.
She licks off the peanut butter and passes the now bare toast to me.
But hey, its a Friday, all the rules are out the window.
At 10am, we finally make our way out the door and over to Te Rapa Early Education Centre.
Then, just very calmly, I step out into the sunshine and declared happily;
"It's Friday, it's ME DAY!!!"

I didn't get to go shopping for by birthday last week, I was sick as a dog. But today is the start of Labour Weekend sales - and thats where my focus is at (thesis whaa?).
Frenchy asked me how much damage I anticipated on Mr MasterCard and I couldn't put a finger on the price.
(As I say this, half his head turns gray :-)

First stop - Bendon.
Everything instore is under $20. So for a change, I opt to buy the most expensive bras and briefs I came across,...because for today only, I Can. Yes I can, Obama!
Trouble is, I am 24 weeks ko, so my size is a bit of a gamble. So I bought different sizes. Because I'm worth it and because...I can.
Seven items later, I'd had enough. Thank God for my short attention span.

Next stop, Hannahs closing down sale, dirt cheap on every single item. At this point, the power of the toast has evaporated and I am tired. So I bought 3 pairs and walked back to the car.

I was about 10 steps from the vehicle when I saw the Max store advertisement.
Detour.
It was at this point that I went from sensible shopping to buying a dress that I will wear-once-but-will-be-the-cause-of-a-heated-argument-with-other-half-about-senseless-spending.
But (I tell myself), its an argument I am prepared to endure, and feign guilt for, and apologise for, because even if I wear that dress for one day,
It will be worth it.
After all,
It's ME DAY.
There are some things money can't buy, for everything else, there's MasterCard (:

   

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Definitely need some divine Intervention

The Catholic Tertiary Chaplain
cordially invites you and your family to the
Academic Mass
to be celebrated at 5.00pm on Sunday, November 7, 2010
in the Lady Good fellow Chapel, University of Waikato
Principal Celebrant: Most Reverend Denis Browne DD
Bishop of Hamilton
BBQ following
RSVP November 2, 2010

If this doesn't do it for me, then what will?
Allah? Bona Mere? Give me a sign please?

Monday, October 18, 2010

Confession Time

A few weeks ago, I redug up Chernobyl with the uni Librarian, who said I had not returned Derek Freeman and I therefore had to pay for it, right? heck no!
So I did a kick fullback protest outcry to the Hague and back arguing the issue...airena koilalo le alo o Tuifiti Fiakanak No Monero. There!

Well, fast forward to this morning.
I was cleaning MM's bookshelf, removing the mouldy cupcake from the corner when I saw a book cover with three words barely visible amidst the dust.
"Samoan Village Community"...hmmm..."The Social Structure of a..."
I thought to meself, "What's that doing between Snow White and Joy Cowley?"
I pulled it out and let out a "quilty" cry of joy...I FOUND DEREK!!!! WOOOHOOOO, I FOUND DEREK!!"
Frenchy asked me what the commotion was and I uttered something to downplay the monumental occasion.
He doesn't know about the lost book, you see.
Nor would he have known that it was his credit card that would pay for the loss.
So, now I am sitting here with my man Derek,... and trying to figure out a way to return him to the Library, AND still be able to walk away with my tuiga intact and my pale fuiono glistening in the morning sunshine.
Fiakanak much?

Most definitely.




Sunday, October 17, 2010

Reynald Temarii

If I recall correctly, this is the same character who was parachuted in by FIFA to resolve the festering Samoa Soccer problems in the last year,.....and now lookie here, he's part of bribery case regarding 2018 World Cup.

Gosh - money does shake the credibility of those who come across it.
But, yeah, if youve got a spare million, hook us up cuz!
Regarde moi,  I can turn this ball into 3 million tala!... from Russia with love, or Americana...well, from anyone with the highest bid...Going once! Going twice!....CAUGHT!
Manuia le vaiaso!

Check out this article about Reynald Temarii

Friday, October 15, 2010

Breaking News (NOT), Russell Hunter resigns

K, this is a toootally pa ka'e post about the Samoa Observer.
coz I'm a fan like that, pugi laia. hah

One of the articles is about Russell resigning....now, which part of that is actually news that people give a damn about???

oh! you care? well, i'm sorry, I don't.

But here's my pa ka'e discourse analysis of the article, and the context its presented.

1. Russell's resignation was unexpected by Samoa Observer. And they're not happy. They're even posted the article in a way to remove themselves from former editor.
2. Russell had a fall out with someone or some people. Ua masae le laufa'i somewhere along the way...
3. Russell came in with brilliant ideas and then left deflated, because...well, he had an agenda from the start, he was bitter about his treatment in Fiji and therefore started at SObserver with a vengance.
4. And he made the biggest mistake a palagi would do in the Pacific - he generalised, he made judgements and well, he was just a frustrated writer about the problems of Fiji, which became Pacific problems in his eyes.
5. His dictatorial role in pushing thru his own agenda in PASIMA reminds me of someone...hmmm.
6. The Editor forgot one key thing: change does not happen in a day, a year even, especially in Samoa...its like good wine, it takes time.
8. Samoa Observer need to learn their lesson about hiring has-beens with a cross to bear.
9. Youre not paying attention coz i missed point 7.

On the plus side,

Russell provided a fresh "removed" aproach to issues, very welcome to Samoan news.
He was new enough to not assert his bias into the stories, something Samoan editors are suckers for.
He was a different perspective to what we are used to.
But, he's not a Sano, he was scared of pissing off people and angering subscribers, he treaded waay too lightly and I can tell you now, it makes for uneventful reading.



Thursday, October 14, 2010

Buy this Book:

Now, the rest of New Zealand who want a copy of Lani Wendt's book can go to http://www.wheelers.co.nz/ and order it there.
This, without the hassle of calling your family in Samoa ($25.00), asking someone to buy it from Plantation House (taxi fare $7.00) and giving it to someone ($20) to bring to you ($25) in NZ., and then having your relation, ask you for money for white sunday at the same time ($200).

This is easier: go online, order, pay $51.40 and voila...Bob's yer uncle!

Why should I bother buying this?
This is a MUST OWN for your collection, it will now take centre stage  on the book shelf indefinitely, removing the Mea Kai cook book that you bought with cooking in mind but realised you can't buy manioca, or replicate true island feasts in a cold sterile palagi kitchen. So off yer go to the bottom shelf Oliver.

A Gift that means something
This is THE perfect Christmas gift for someone with everything , (yeah, i say that about every book i talk about here, but i really mean it this time).

It's MADE IS SAMOA
Aside from banana chips, keke saiga and the sevens team  Opeloge siblings, this is the best thing that has come out of Samoa in a long long long time. So enjoy it!

She was my cheechar!
Ms Wendt was my teacher at SamCo. And I was in the not so brilliant classes  (academically that is :)....and she taught us (shock horror!). Either she did a really good Oscar winning performance or she actually did give a damn.
You see, being in the lower classes, you are usually subjected to the teachers who can't be arsed teaching.
So their punishment is teaching us!
We used to get teachers who, halfway through explaining something, they'd stop and say "Eh, forget it, you won't get it" (aka Mr T), or a former politician who takes a '19th century /Modern History' class trip to  Falealupo to look at traditional structures....or or, an Economics teacher who slugs his fat belly into the congested room, lights a Rothman and orders someone to 'copy the teixtpook baragraph on the plackpoard'. Or a Math teacher who asks us nicely to NOT sit the external exam lest we drag down the school average. And lest we forget the Art classes about Mesopotamian era taught by a pervert who chats up the girls in the back. 

So...get the gist? Ms Wendt was a rarity, an awesome teacher who came in halfway and made Shakespeare likable (yes- its possible) and did things like class debates and interactive activities that made us think, "wow, this can actually work!"   

so, is that enough reasons for you to get the book?????
If not, good luck.






Saturday, October 09, 2010

Popping my buttons

I'm at that stage where I completely forget its bad manners to:

- Unbutton my stretchy pants and continue working as usual.
(until my Muslim male colleague suggests I tuck in my gut before going to meet people).

- burb unannounced and in public because its a natural reflex.

- rub my tummy at the most inoptune moments

- go to the toilet 6 times in 3 hours just to wee trickles, and then discuss it during lunch.

- eat all the food off the delicate plate at the delicate function, including the salmon, sushi and everything I shouldn't eat.

- Discuss birth stories at above function with other women, including what came first and how sex is a distant concept.

Aside for these mishaps, I am a very well mannered person (insert prompt to laugh at this point).

so...ten years later, so images from Samoa...well, we did take about 1800 pics altogether but I have only converted about 20. sowee.


Voyage
Frenchy took this pic of one of the crew aboard the Gaualofa on their journey to Savaii.
Any keen navigators must do this.
 MM and her dolls got a fashion makeover compliments of Lagipoiva Couture, tres chic!
 Breakfast at Samoa Hidaway Resort, gorgeous beach, free kayaks, yummy breakfast included in fale price and mattress comes with a bed. 

 Frenchy asked me to take pic of this, don't ask

Frieda Kahlo and Miha

Gaualofa again

Sons of Samoa, Jerome Grey is still the man!
                                    The Papali'i boys at the new and gorgeous Tanoa Tusitala.
                                           Maeva, Petra, Ivana

Can you tell our family and contraception don't gel? lol....Barry, Vonne, Vetti, and their cousins Fiamaua and Fiona
                                                        
                                 Mini Moelagi and Granma Moelagi
                                         
Life's tough for MM, Tanoa Tusitala Bar

                              apperitif

                                  Samoa flag on vaa
  PPSEAWA Peace Dinner at Manumea with Aunty Joan.

Friday, October 08, 2010

October Update

All Knocked Up
It must be something in the water, there are five women around me who are pregnant.
Crazy stuff!
I have one work colleague who is due in November.
Two friends.
One on Guis work mates and also our friend.
And our canadian friend pregnant with twins.
I can't believe we are going through this all over again, the dirty nappies, mashed food, engorged breasts and all the chaos of having a newborn,
Aue kafefe!

We've moved office
We've moved office, we are no longer near the 'Village Green'.
We are now part of the Enrolment /Scholarships block.
Aside from myself and colleague who get lovely separate offices, the rest of our team have been dropped into a small open plan room with one window. Suckeeeyyy! lol.
My new colleagues are wonderful, they got us cookies yesterday.
The one thing I will miss terribly is Ulo's dairy downstairs where our office buys lollies to aid our 3:30itis everyday, haha.
..oh, and the Momento coffee.
But - I did claim a whole box of stamps for MM's kindy, which she now refuses to give to her kindy. All 46 stamps. I'll post a pic up from yesterday, she hid the stamps and walked out of her room with "Fast Post" on her arms and "DRAFT" &"True certified copy" on her legs.
Talk about cheap thrills a ea.
I should wrap up some stamps for her Christmas pressie, haha.
pugi, we're on a budget!

What else happened:
oh, Samoan news is all about:
 - Tsunami anniversary was dominated by Lani Young Wendt's book "Galu Afi"...buy yourself one, its  beautiful, if not sad and tearful and heartfelt and so so so personal....i shouldn't read it now, I'm sobbing every 2 pages....wait till hormone attack eases.
 - The John Campbell report of lost monies for the tsunami
 - Angry respond to above by Stui and Misa
 - Misa's resignation and fall out with his constituency
 - Law Firms struck off LSA and their response.
 - Random shootings and burnings and what not...ya know, your usual Samoan paradise story.
 - Pageant wise, so far so good, no dramas, pregnancies, ...so all in all, boring. Boring is good. hah.

k, manuia le weekend.








Saturday, October 02, 2010

Live, Love, Land, Sex and Money

We went land snooping in the hills in Monaco -Malololelei and the favelas of Vaitele and the deep valleys of Roman Moamoa, even viewing a piece in the Bronx/Kings Cross/K Road of Lalovaea.
The cheapest piece is of course the plots in Vaitele, behind the anals of factory fumes and chemical gung and the criminal squatter settlements of Rio.
*sigh, our budget will get us just that, squatter paradise neighbours or AOG acoustic screamers*
So....I decided that desperate measures called for desperate action (or whatever the saying is) -
I will do whatever it takes to get me that land with a view in Malololelei which will be 30g or less - already cleared with electricity and water on the 3/4 or half acre, better than Ah Likis and Ah Hims plots.
There!
(I was prepared to do anything that didn't involve bending over or airing my thighs, no thanks - that will be reserved for the 2 acres at Vailima under 90g).
So,
A plan was laid out. In my head.
I walked to the shabby Catholic Lands office opposite the recently revamped Feiloaimauso.
I stopped outside the door.
Removed my Emporio Armani shades..my gold watch from Paris, my necklace from Marion.
Switched off the phone,
Scruffed up my already afro hair,
Removed rings except my wedding and engagement band (holy matrimony is important to me Dear Lord).
I looked proudly at my reflection on the dusty window...Voila!
I think the Director will see a devout Rosary carrying Catholic girl who wants to offer her soul for the taulaga and build a home of worship).
Last thing to do, accentuate my growing belly - to show my state of fragility and distrust in contraception because I want to procreate the earth with my offsprings, Amen).
(I looked at my teeth using the glass window next to me, to make sure theres no mango bits, and a priest peers out from the other side of the glass, smiling. Fuck. Bad start, walk on).
I entered the air conditioned office and there is a queu of equally destitute looking people around.
I;m sure Misa Foni said there was no poverty in Samoa, who are these shets?
So,
I waited, I read my Samoa Observer and pretended there was worthwhile news.
And then, he walked in.
And saw my paper,
And asked me if he can read it. (I thank God for creating Sano Malifa, you're my hero).
"But of course sir!" and proceeded to his desk, and invited myself to sit down.
He read the paper, I sat looking at the engraved letters of my handbag.
"Magaia lau ako suga" he looks up from from page 6.
I looked at him and realised, the one thing I should have hidden is staring at the Director; my mother's Louis Vuitton that I bribed off her for a $100NZD. Fark. so much for looking broke.
Anyhow, our meeting starts.
I tell my sob story, and he listens.
In fact, all the 20 + people in the air conditioned little room listen to my sob story.
This is how it went,
"I'm *insert name here* from Savaii.
I just arrived on the boat (Lie) with my elderly mother (Lie) and we currently live in the favelas of Apia (slightly a lie- half truth), I don't have land (well, I really don't, but my mom does but she has other children who will drag me to  land and titles court for building on her land in 60 years time), anyway, about my mother who is elderly (she will crucify me if she hears me call her elderly), I want to build her a house on some land, and since I am Catholic (and my eyes drop to the floor to show humility and poverty) I wish to plead with you for some land (and my desperation makes my shoulders droop with sadness).
"Where are you living now?" asked the Director.
"Well, after I finished my primary schooling in St Theresa Fusi Safotulafai (not a lie- but unnecesary info), I went to Logoipulotu (omit the fact that I went to Samco 5  minutes later), we migrated (emphasis on migration of the poor) to the favellas of Lalovaea, where we currently live now (lie) with my cousins, aunties, uncles and the whole aiga basket".
The foundation has been laid, he chats to me some more and then states that priority goes to those who have been relocated and with a real need (and I thought disquietly, oh! like the rich fakas with the best view up the hill? sure Pedro).
So I stress my desperation some more, like my mother is not getting any younger (she will now hang me at this point for making her an antique) and we have a growing family (and gestures towards my suddenly large belly).

He  repeats himself at this point, "...priority is for those who are relocated and those who are in desperate need....radiradirah"
I realised, this guy was not gonna sell me land.

Was it the Louis Vuitton? Was my story too surreal? Was he seeing my manicured nails? Was my pre-marital sex past showing? Was he aware my brothers are key contributors to the marjuana scene? Should I have brought my Rosary along? And a cow and pig for an offering to Virgin Mary?
What now?

Our meeting comes to an awkward end and I decided to throw in a spanner to the works.

"Well, please let me know if anything comes available because I came prepared to purchase land immediately and not queu up for a loan and start building for my elderly mother and many family members."

The penny dropped.

"Well," boasted the Director, "you do know those who can afford to purchase land immediately get the priority, right? If you have the money, we can definitely work something out".Fuck the needy and relocated.

Well, in that case, scratch that relocated and needy bit, I have cash sir.

The Word of the day is this:
Sometimes, money is not the root of all evil. Its what you make of it that makes it evil. If you want to buy land from the Pope in Samoa, wear your pretty MENA dress, put on your whore red lippy, borrow your sister's bling and click your stillettos past Pinati to see the Director, coz no sob story can match the value of the TALA. Bless you all my sinful children.











   

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Psycho-analysis of Samoa Observer news this morning (: and my uneventful news

Office Crisis at UNDP
Gone are the days of high flying highly paid "experts" parachuting in to 'oversee' and be present at a meeting,...nooo... everyone has to tighten their belts a lil' bit and actually shape up or ship out!
UN workers are not exempt from this.
However, what I found out about this lovely UN lady is a bit interesting to say the least,...just google her name and watch the trends, note much nice things said, ...this could be the work of angry ex exployees (and theres several), however, it seems like e makuai mea stu'a lava le pule saunoa a le aunky...
You be the honorable charges,,hahah
These are results when you google Nileema Noble's name. She has an impressive black belt in firing lol....check this ex employee's story out....and another fired angry panty, from her time in the Phillipines, ...and this blog is worth a read about how to a UN boss picks up a pen from the floor,..oka se tuff o le aunky.
And check this one out ,...even a Human Rights Group have taken their case to Ban Ki Moon...auoi kafefe

Dayum, she's not to be messed up! Attentionnnn!!

 *****
Thank the Lord for the HOS decision to withdraw his request for a Commission of Inquiry.
He must be reading Samoa Observer and seeing the unhappy reaction from taxpayers.
Whatever the case, this is a problem between him as a matai samoa and his village.
I don't ask for an enquiry when my village ostracises me and fabricate sudden connections to our matai and land issues.  Doing a CoI goes against EVERYTHING that his revered HOS is all about, something he calls the "manna and essence of the faasamoa".
Tatau a ona fofo lava e le Tuiatua ma Lufilufi a latou faafitauli....
Aue.
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5 more sleeps before Samorah, ...and still, the ifalolopo assessing my application is ..still on leave, now its sick leave, and changing the assessor will require another 2 weeks...in which case I have now written to the HOD to please come up with another solution or else, or else....I do nothing. lol.
O lea ou te alu e vaai le pule o le aoga i le 2 i le aso, aue Iesu e alofa mai, e kuli gei a'u ma le aoga a le parang. lol....so maybe my long anticipated flight to Samorah will not be for data collection but tietie on the teapot back to the motherland....watch this space ....
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My familia reading this, Aunty E and Uncle J's house got broken into again in New Lynn. ...this is the third time, and according to the Polizei, most likely the same culprits, ...they're just after the dinero, and you know the golden oldies e airena cash at home, only foreign currency like coins from Hong Kong and Espana. Anyhow, because this is the third time, they are now accepting that they will get an alarm installed tomorrow, and we will go in the weekend to kakuu the forest around the property. Gosh, ova le fiapoks o le koeaiga, fiu e fai aku e fai se alarm ae fiapoks mai lava....isa laia.
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Drum roll.........we found a bach in Onemana for the Xmas break,.tah dah!!!..whoohooo, its walking distance from plage, kayaks we can use, bbq, 2 bedrooms for the oldies and us, and perfect...Price is brilliant too,,,considering i only started looking on Tuesday...(fyi non NZers, finding a bach for Xmas this late in the year is like looking for a box of ice cream in Savaii on White Sunday...or finding virgins to compete for Miss Samoa...wheeerr).