Friday, March 04, 2011

Change is in the air, I can feel it in my veins....or rather

follow it here: results of the elections today.

Viia le Alii, our AWESOME woman candidate has retained her seat in Faasaleleaga.
and it looks like the Tautua Party have enough seats to form an Opposition Party....small steps but fantastic step forward for our country...considering we have been going hundred steps backwards thanks to HRPP.

Make ai ia shets le faamaualuluga.

way to go Tautua, now don't feck it up!

Tuesday, March 01, 2011

Flashbacks from St Theresa

While in the supershitty yesterday, I ran into a classmate for many decades ago (yup, i just dated myself right there).
I started kindy with him at St Theresa and went through till Year 5, then he was gone.
I didn't recognise him until he kept talking and the voice brought back sad memories.
He is Vasa from Fusi. His mom owned the shop down the road.
I remember him clearly for one sad sad occasion.
He was the only human at the time who defied Sister Rose in Year 3.
Yup - he upset Sr Rose so much that she took off her right jandal and beat his back, arms, back of his legs, then the shoe went flying and she continued to beat him with her bare hands.
Still, he refused to cry, or beg for forgiveness.
(Just a note, Sr Rose is # 3 on the fear factor scale, theres 1. God. 2. Patele 3. Sister Rose)
After she got out the wooden duster, he did the unthinkable.
He swore at the teacher!
Not just a random  swear word but a sizable venomous"KEFE" right in her angry face.
I remember the next bit very very clearly.
She picked him up by grabbing one leg and one arm, then in her small yet angry frame, she swung him through the doorway and out Vasa flew.
"Lol - watch Vasa fly"
Needless to say, we paid very close attention for the rest of the year and NEVER swore until we left St Theresa Primary.

Vasa is now married and has wee ones of his own. I reminded him of the above event and he laughingly points to the scar on his forehead. He obviously didn't forget either.
For some strange reason, I remember the mean teachers really really well.

Like Mrs Smith in Year 4 who twisted Tavita's ear until it bled. And when we dobbed her to the Principal she sat us down and gave us the "You just watch what I will do to you if you nark on me again" friendly speech.
Then there's Mr Losivale who used to whack us with the thick wooden ruler for having wrong answers in Math class.
Ms Silia who taught with the salu lima.
Sister Koleki who just had to look at you and your spine disintegrates.
Anyhow, thats just some flashbacks i had after running into Vasa., who said he saw Sr Rose on the ferry and she is now married.
Maybe thats why, ...she wasn't gettin' any.
Kailo se.

A Moment of Silence and Remembrance

Today, the nation stopped to remember those who perished in  the earthquake last week in Christchurch.
We stopped also for those left to pick up the pieces.
I hope they will one day find peace and contentment again.
At least in this lifetime.
The first funeral also happened today of beautiful baby Baxtor, and for the first time since this earthquake, I was thrust unexpectedly into the extreme and helpless feeling of loss.
Maybe because it is a baby, and i am relating to this loss as a parent.
I don't know, but it finally brought this tragedy home in a very sad way.
Again, something tragic had to give for me (and many) to stop, pause and truly reflect on what is important in life.
And its not money, clothes, a holiday or getting lots of sleep (:
It's about being there for your loved ones and being good to people.
Simple as that.