the procrastinator’s mantra, unfortunately.

the procrastinator’s mantra, unfortunately.

This is my first post in AGES (as I was away on a pretty massive adventure, photos,o follow…..), so this post should have a slight celebratory theme.Therefore, in this post, I’d like to congratulate New Zealand on legalising same-sex marriages. Love and humanity prevails.Good on ya, NZ! 

This is my first post in AGES (as I was away on a pretty massive adventure, photos,o follow…..), so this post should have a slight celebratory theme.

Therefore, in this post, I’d like to congratulate New Zealand on legalising same-sex marriages. Love and humanity prevails.

Good on ya, NZ! 

Two Years On

Two years ago, I remember sitting in front of the TV, watching my beautiful adopted city crumble into pieces and decend into chaos.

I was stunned, shocked and worried. Tears were inevitable.

I knew the protocol; no calls, just txts.

Once I slowly started receiving txts back from my beloved friends, I started to breathe a bit easier.

While I may not have been there for the second but more destructive earthquake, I still felt your pain and shared your sorrow

Now, I wish you only the highest of hopes and biggest of dreams.


This is only the beginning of a long recovery process, but it’s only bigger and better from now on.

Kia kaha, Christchurch, two years on.

22/2, 12.51.

quit my job.will be travelling for a couple of months.new job when i get home.SORTED.

quit my job.

will be travelling for a couple of months.

new job when i get home.

SORTED.

think about it.i want to teach English to young kids, possibly in third world countries.oh, and learn how to play the ukulele ;)

think about it.

i want to teach English to young kids, possibly in third world countries.

oh, and learn how to play the ukulele ;)

she was 99.

when push comes to shove, and your time is up,
what do YOU want to be remembered for?

RIP aunty, thank you for the lovely 20-odd years of being neighbours. 

11 days in, and I’ve hit my first story arc.

BRING IT!

11 days in, and I’ve hit my first story arc.

BRING IT!

the hardest part about quitting your job is not handing in the letter

it’s telling your colleagues that you’re leaving.

i’m sorry.

but i have to be selfish for myself for once.