Sunday, April 10, 2011

The room speaks,...aue!

I want to capture this moment, very very clearly...with this entry. by writing about all that is around me.
Right Now.
I am in the Lounge at home, the washing lies folded on the first couch we bought as a couple for $300 from Bed and Post.
But the middle springs are weak...not from any x-rated activities but from too many XXXL asses plonking themselves on its-not-so-sturdy frame.
On my right, sits the dead vacuum cleaner. It stopped cooperating an hour ago and Frenchy chucked it at the spot it died at. RIP vacuum cleaner.
Next to the vacuum, sits the gorgeous bassinet we loaned from the Petersons, who loaned it from Ligi.
But its full of clothes. And the kuikui necklace I stole off my mother's dresser at Lalomalava.
I love that necklace,..but Tuifiti loves it more.
He gazes and gazes and ponder and touches and gazes at it endlessly, before screaming his balls off for attention. He has now outgrown the bassinet, but not the kuikui necklace.
Above the bassinet, five origami birds, suspended from the ceiling turn in slow graceful circles.
Our fabulous Japanese homestay student and now very dear friend Momo, made it with mini Moelagi. Right here in the lounge, two birds are black, two more are pink and one lone purple origami.
Moelagi insists on being the purple one.
She loves purple.
To my left, the mess from the tuigas is driving Frenchy mad.
There is artificial hair on the second couch *The Warehouse X 2 where everyone gets a bargain!..and get your money back gaurantee!*, and sometimes on his clothes.
Feathers are strewn about because Moelagi insists on helping me. Pearl shells line the neglected fireplace. Because Moelagi AGAIN wanted to "help" me by arranging them that way.
Why does her help always mean I spend much more time cleaning up and undoing the damage?
She wants to help me change the baby. And cook. And iron. And do the washing.
I let her change Tuifiti now, supervised. I promised her she will be cooking exclusively under my supervision when she turns 6. And iron when she turns 7. Washing at age 8. And get a JOB - selling my tuigas on the streets when she turns 9 like an obedient Samoan child. Nice. Watch out for my budding entrepreneur. child slave
I want to capture this moment this way because many things around us carry so much meaning.
If those origami birds could talk! (I would snap its neck actually...if it did talk)
There is so much to be grateful for, like the couch we bought with our hard earned pennies, the bassinet that a good friend lent, the graceful origami that reminds me of a wonderful stranger who became a part of our family. The dead vacuum that tells me "Lady, you took me for granted, now try exist without me!"
But the mess?
The mess tells me that this lounge is lived in. And used. And abused. And filled. And enjoyed by a helpful little girl who just wants to decorate it with pearl shells and feathers and flowers and crayons and paper cuttings and puha and kumara and all the love in the world.
*breaks into Barney song*"...I love love me...we're a happy famahlee..."

Okay, enough of the entry because in the room to my right is a screaming baby demanding a boobie right. Now.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Six week jabs are a drag

Baby update zzzzzzzzzzzz
-Tuifiti rolled over in week 4, and i recorded it...yay for me!...oh, and him too.
- He's been an awesome boy, very laid back as long as he has a full puku and a loud burp.

But today's fagogo is about our visit to Northcare (for six week check), which is now called, who cares what they're called, different name, same'o ai le kala a le vale foi lele, "fiu a e faaofu le maguki o le maguki lava"...or was it kugki? haha. sorry, i digress yet again.

We arrived at clinic 30 minutes before 12 (the appointment time that was changed becuase the doc was in some training).
At 12:30pm, we were still sitting there, while everyone else were seen.
At 12:40, I was an angry panty and demanded that my medical records be sent over to the competitor (Radius) who are a lot more efficient.
12:47 and the doctor sees us finally. She is also the gynaecologist I saw last year too.
She had just come back from lunch and I am convinced she had a glass or three of Jacob's Creek. Red.
She was blushing.
Maybe she had a Jacob up her Creek judging by the glow on her face.
She is absolutely unapologetic for the delay.
After all, she's the doctor and we're just sickly inconvenient patients.
At the end of the consultation, she asks after my choice of contraception and I mentioned I was shopping around. She then outlines options and recommends the two that are most expensive. Feck off with your $350 IUCD, I get a bargain at Family Planning. Plus, I've shut up shop. Pugi.
She then took us to a room to await a nurse (for the jabs).
20 minutes later, a nurse walks in and asks me "Have you been seen?"
"Oh! let me have a check and see whose looking after you"
Another 16 minutes (and yes - at this point, I was Looking at the clock, cursing the system) finally, a chatty Iranian nurse bursts in and chit chats.
Any other time I would have chit chatted back, but after almost 3 hours, I was on the verge of yelling:
"Just get on with the fecking jabs!!"
But I didn't need to, my demeanor did the yelling.
The moral of the story is?
eh, kailo moral, just take a good book next time....but also, medical providers in New Zealand need to up the ante on dealing with people. I pay a disgusting amount for consultation and as such, I should be given some consideration. Doctors need to realise they are no longer 'that' spe'th'ial...if they can't provide an acceptable service, people like me will go elsewhere. easy come easy go.
Goodbye Northcare, ...and say goodbye to the rest of my family on your database.
  • Tomorrow: TB shots
  • AKL to pick up CJ going to BKK and she will hopefully go on to the bac a sable to see Tau and MJ.
  • Collect my order of gorgeous kifas and other beautiful shells for the tuigas..yay! can't wait.
  • Hopefully see Aunty L, E and Poppa J. theyve yet to meet Tuifiti.
Its turning out to be a very full on but productive week. whooohoooo!

Friday, April 01, 2011

Tuiga worn by the 3 taupous at Hong Kong Sevens

Just wanna say, Netz, Ria & Megs did a fantabulous job with their costumes in Hong Kong. I loved that they were not really 'costumes' as such, but our "so called" traditional wear. Loved it!
They got the seis, kikis and ula gifos from Samoa, ofus made up and the tuigas from here (:

The Hilbrons were able to handcarry the tuigas from WLG to Oman and then they made their way to HKG eventually with the three girls.  
 with the Samoan Ambassador to China
Day 2 with a wardrobe change.

well done ladies.....

if u want some tuigas done - send me a message at please specify what the purpose is though, ie, for dance, keepsake, sevens costumes, decoration or bedroom accessory, lol.

manuia le po!