Sayonara

I'm told that Andrew was sure my blog was going to be all about him so I thought I'd better make his day and dedicate a post to him, specially since he is about to fly the coop and all.

First of all, I would just like to say thank you for being an incredibly bad influence on me. Not only did you mange to influence the increase of my cigarette intake back up to what it was in my early teenage years, but you also succeeded in rubbing some of your recreational drug taking habit off onto me. Mind you, it probably was about time I put down my halo and tried out a few new things..

But in all seriousness, it just won't be the same without you around... Who will help me eat all my breakfast/lunch/dinner; spin all our crockery; share my pineapple juice with me; help me get firewood; tell us which Gardenia product we just saw; come and watch Dunc play at Carpark with me; be (almost) as bad as me at mountain biking; hate subway with me; leave joy bar wrappers in our light fittings; eat all my baking? Who, I say?! I think I can safely say that no one will ever be able to fill those size 13 New Balance shoes of yours that have been such a permanent fixture in the lives of us Brown Street inhabitants.

Sayonara, arrivederci, au revoir, hasta la vista - you will be missed by all of us here on the land of the long white cloud. I do hope the Northern Hemisphere takes good care of you and appreciates your company as much as we do.

Ideal Job

The other night, Jessie asked me what my ideal job would be. I was unable to come up with a real answer on the spot but it got me thinking...

At the time, all I was able to decide on was that I would love to do something that I was doing for the enjoyment and not for the money. But then you could actually divide the answer into two different categories really, one being ideal in job satisfaction and one that is ideal in monetary return while still enjoying the job, possibly not as much as others that don't pay as well. So I guess the way to get a real answer is to think what job would be ideal, pretending that I would get paid an ideal amount regardless of the profession.

A couple of things I used to want to be (in order of age) were:

1. Flight Attendant
2. Actress
3. Judge
4. Psychotherapist
5. Artist
6. Journalist

Never did I want to be a Loans Analyst. Oops! Half of that list are on the creative side and I think that is a definite sign of something. I've just come to the conclusion that if I am ever to go to university that my ideal degree would probably be something to do with media. English, media studies & drama were all favourites of mine at school and I think the combination of all three possibly equate to something within the realms of journalism.

Well, well, well, thanks Jessie for getting me thinking about what the hell I want to do with my life. No doubt I will come home from my O.E with completely different ideas of where I am headed but for now I'm going to endeavour to pay more attention to the world of media.

Love, Hate

Here are some things that I love:

• laughing so hard my face and/or stomach hurts
• hugs from people close to me
• kisses on my forehead
• summertime
• watching a movie that's good enough to keep me thinking about it for hours/days/weeks to follow
• the tipsy feeling after that first glass or two of wine
• creme brulee, especially cracking the top of it
• snowboarding
• reading a book that is so good I can't put it down but also never want it to end
• dancing with my eyes closed because I am so into the music
• going for a walk on a crisp winters day
• swimming in the sea
• giving people presents I know they will love
• wearing a new outfit
• clean, crisp white sheets
• travelling
• lying in bed with that special someone while it's raining outside
• looking after people I care about
• being in love

And here are some things that I don't love:

• people who lie to me
• being hugged by someone I'm not comfortable with
• feeling lonely
• arguing
• missing someone so much it hurts
• letting my wall down
• seeing people I care about upset
• being shallow
• when guys get into fist fights
• the spinning feeling after a night of drinking too much
• crying so much my eyes hurt
• when people are extremely needy
• getting up on Monday mornings
• people who shit stir
• waking up from a good dream and discovering it wasn't real
• being in love when it's not mutual

I heart Wellington

I have just returned from the best road trip ever. Friday afternoon Duncan, Andrew and myself embarked on what was to be an nine hour long car journey to Wellington. Armed with treats, drinks, a mixture of Duncan's Drum & Bass, Andrew's Hip Hop & Tui's Miscellaneous Tunes, we were set. Forgetting only one detail, a map, which caused us to go on a slight detour through Whanganui, delaying our otherwise reasonably express trip with us arriving at Ani's place at just after 1am.

Saturday we brunched at Fidels and paired off to wander the city before meeting up again at James & Sonya's apartment to plan the evening ahead. Foods, beverages & dvds were purchased for the night and comedown to follow on Sunday.

Marcus Intalex & Doc Scott put on an awesome show for us at Sandwiches. Being on another planet (see evidence here) may have something to do with my enthusiasm towards the evening but you know what, I don't care because I had an absolutely awesome night which carried on till 7am the next morning. Being greeted by the sunlight as you leave the club is always a sure sign of a night well spent. We coaxed a taxi driver into squeezing 5 of us into a car only to discover we were to go through a police check point. Duncan was made to exit the car prior to the checkpoint and walk past it while we went through it and then looped back around the block to pick him up. The taxi driver then proceeded to try and give us a discount for the "hassle" even though we had nearly cost him his licence and a hefty fine!

Sunday was spent sleeping, eating KFC and icecream, watching movies by the fire and being generally lazy. The perfect way to spend a cold winters day after a big night out.

Monday was time to say farewell to Wellington. A hearty breakfast was had to keep us fuelled for the long trip home before waving our goodbyes to our host Ani and the rest of the city. Nine hours later, feeling weary, we safely returned to Auckland after a fair few stops at toilets and other amenities along the way. Andrew's car was still safely parked at Sylvia Park albeit with 2 parking warnings on his windscreens, thankfully clamp free though.

Although I didn't actually see much of the city itself, mainly just the inside of Ani's house and the inside of Sandwiches, I did however have an awesome time, the great company kept being the main contributor to the fun times had.

Another trip to get me even more excited about my fast approaching departure date. Not as fast as Andrew's departure date though. THREE WEEKS! Sniff..

Pet Peeves

According to Wikipedia the def. of a Pet Peeve is a minor annoyance that can instill extreme frustration in an individual. Typically each person has several pet peeves that aggravate her or him more than the average person. Another person may not react as negatively or at all to the same circumstance.

As a general rule they are something that really isn't worth being bothered by but you just cannot help but get wound by peoples certain behaviours. I have compiled a small list off the top of my head that contains some of the things that tend to rub me up the wrong way. They are when people:

• Get to and too mixed up
• Don't know the difference between your and you're (this is a recent one of mine, thanks to Duncan..)
• Don't indicate when driving
• Drive RIGHT up your / someones ass
• Squish the toothpaste so its all scrunched up rather than a smooth tube
• Leave dirty dishes piled in the sink, so much so that you can't use the tap to pour yourself a glass of water

So everyone, watch out next time you are around me and say / perform one of the above, as I may explode out of frustration and bite your head off. What about you though, what do I have to be careful of saying / doing around you? Please tell me so I know I'm not the only crazy person with totally irrational pet peeves.

Highs & Lows

It seems I am on a plateau at the moment... Don't get me wrong I have plenty of things to be excited about.. like:

• I started a new job today as a Loans Analyst which equals a significant pay rise
• I have booked my tickets for my O.E. leaving on the 9th of February 2008 (!!!)
• I am going on a road trip to wonderful Wellington with Duncan & Andrew in two weeks time
• We are getting a new flatmate next week and she could potentially be another cool new friend
• It's snowboarding season and I have a season pass waiting to be used

But there just seems to be an equal number of downers making the exciting things seem not so exciting.. like:

• I am broke from buying my tickets


• Andrew leaves in just over a month


• I miss my brother tons


• I've lost a best friend to his new thang

Ho hum. Just felt like complaining. Looking at my exciting list it is all pretty exciting though I guess. I'll be quiet now...

Realisation

I have turned into a bit of a hermit of late, due to a combination of wanting to stay at home with my new beau and not wanting to face the cold weather outside while standing in line for clubs freezing our tits off (quite literally). Well Saturday night I decided that enough was enough and I needed to break my hermit habits and get out amongst things.

Well we definitely got out and amongst it but it wasn't quite how I had imagined my evening. First of all we bumped into my ex's brother in the line for Asta which probably wasn't an ideal start to my evening. Next up we ran into an old friend that we probably would have preferred not to see, as him and his friends were less than desirable companions for the evening. Then there just seemed to be a stream of loser guys continually trying their luck with us throughout the evening which began to wear very thin. I am usually pretty tolerant of guys and their lame pickup lines but I was blown away with the patheticness of the guys we encountered on this particular night. There was however ONE decent looking guy that I noticed but then on closer inspection I noticed his guy friend behind him getting closer and closer and then began err grinding him.. The hottest/most interesting looking guy in the bar was gay. Typical.

While looking around the bar at the various patrons I came to the realisation that 90% of the guys in that bar were people that we would not want to meet or have any sort of relationship with whether it be friendship or god forbid anything more than that. And so it dawned on me that in general, guys that like house music and go to these clubs are what can only be described as cockheads. I do concede that there is the other 10% that I'm sure are good guys who have either been dragged out with their idiot friends or are just the kind of people that don't care where they are as long as they are having a good time and not just out trying to score. But I definitely think that as a general rule, if you are single you will NOT find a decent guy who you will actually ever want to see again at one of these type places.

Upon realisation of this, new beau (who was at the time at a hip hop gig) received the following text "It's official, you are amazing and all guys that listen to house are cockheads".

So I have decided it is time to find a new way to spend our Saturday nights... any suggestions?

Introduction

Hello and welcome to my blog. I'm a bit nervous about writing for all to see on what really can be described as a not so private diary. But after reading many of my friends' blogs of late, I have been inspired to make one of my own, so here goes...

Now, firstly I want to explain why I have decided to choose the name "Tui too nice" as my blogger name. In the last six months or so I have begun to notice a theme in my life that has become hard to ignore which is that I have noticed that I seem to get myself into trouble (namely with guys) because of what can only be described as me being "too nice". Now most people would think that being what others describe as a nice person is a good thing but I have discovered that it in fact it doesn't seem to get you anywhere very fast. Reading this I may sound quite bitter and that is probably quite a true reflection of my feelings of late. However I am hoping that this blog may be a way for me to possibly find a way to sort out ways of taking my bitterness and putting a more positive spin on it and my view of this "niceness" I seem to emit often unwillingly.

Which leads me to why I'm writing this blog. As mentioned, I'm hoping for this to be a way for me to hopefully "sort" through things that are often whirling around inside of my head. I also want to be able to share any experiences / interesting findings I have while going about my daily life whether it be discussing relevant topics or relaying incidents I have been involved in. Also, all comments by anyone who decides that they want to spend time reading this will be appreciated.