own front door

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas everywhere you go
Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again
With candy canes and silver lanes aglow.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door.
A pair of Hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots
Is the wish of Barney and Ben
Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk
Is the hope of Janice and Jen
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again.
(It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Everywhere you go)
There’s a tree in the Grand Hotel, one in the park as well,
The sturdy kind that doesn’t mind the snow.
(It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas)
Soon the bells will start,
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the carol that you sing right within your heart.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas
Toys in every store
But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be
On your own front door.
Sure it’s Christmas once more.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas; Bing Crosby

so i am back–healthy, tanned, curious, toner, tired, amazed. its christmas, and the family waited up for me downstairs to come back and have supper–truly the prettiest sight to see is the -albeit short-christmas tree at home; and knowing how they were waiting for me. that was the christmas moment for me this year, walking through the front doors and finding them all there waiting–the pina colada couldn’t drive any faster to get me home to the daddybear, the momma, the prefect and perfectionist, the rita-pair, the bear-pair, the new godbrother, ruby and the 5 monsters.

so amidst fudge and grey goose, amidst laughter and gifts, amidst ham macaroni and salmon asparagus, amidst wine and christmas lights, amidst chocolates and durians, amidst wrapping papers and the smell of pine, amidst christmas pudding and french onion soup—i am glad to be home.

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christchurch

the amazing leg in North Island is now over; and we’re in christchurch in the South Island. it has been relatively uneventful the past 2 days but i expect them to liven up in the next few. :) North island was a fun-filled time; with us climbing (trekking) up a mountain and a volcano, visited a village buried under lava and the remnants of it, visiting so many waterfalls and amazingly blue bays and lakes. never quite seen this colour–can’t wait to bring the family back here. :) not much time to update. i am safe, and hitting the road again.

off to the farms

hello loverlies!

it is 7.55 am and we’re off to a private beach as soon as i get the huffle up. its been bright for a while now and yes, c is up at 7.55 in the morning, how queer considering i’ve been nocturnal for a while.

we’re going off to the farms in (i dunno how to spell it but it sounds like TA-MA-NU-YEE); its a farm stay! i get to milk cows and pick eggs (except i am scared of chickens, so i will watch huffle pick eggs)–it apparently is lambing season, and i want to bottle feed the lambs (they are bottle fed if they are orphaned) but methinks watching the birthing season is very gross, and i dont want to see a sheep give birth.  and then from there we’ll go to Rotorua tomorrow morning to see the hot springs, geysers, mud pools. maybe we’ll give ourselves a sulphur pool dip; or have a massage.

everyday the huffle and i eat Pies. we love pies. steak and mushroom, butter chicken, steak and cheese. for lunch we go to the bakery and buy them and eat them in the car by the sea. (eating out of the car would mean ducks and gulls want in on the food). we like pies. very much. **hint** maybe SOME PEOPLE can learn to make pies since they want to be a chef and all.. i love pies.. we’re also hooked on this drink called L&P; it tastes somewhat like ginger ale, and yet a bit like kickapoo, and has the rootbeer aftertaste. we want to buy back, but think it will explode from the airplane pressurisation.

no internet connection today or tomorrow. catcha all soon! love you mummy.

auckland day 1 and 2

greetings from down under down under, am in the land of kiwis and farms, breathtaking scenery and such an expanse of sea and sky i cannot quite believe it though i am looking right at it. absolutely amazing, the photos do not do it justice.

it looks like our little car is gonna drive itself right into the sky–this land is full of hills and valleys, full of little islands and rivers into the land. along the motorways are beaches and spits, and one or two oxbow lakes. today, for a good hour, on the left and right of us were grazing cows and sheep!

we went off on a little expedition yesterday to the town of devonport and from there took a ferry (amazingly fast!) to Rangitoto island, a volcanic island for a trek. unlike most people, the huffle and i took a route around the island rather than up to see the 60 m crater ( who wants to see rocks when we are surrounded by water features!?) and walked around to see the black gull nesting areas, the lovely marshes and got ourselves sunburnt.

back to shore, we went up Mt Victoria and a duck pond in the middle of no where. just sitting there in the middle of a suburb, a pond of ducks–must be over 100 ducks there, just minding their own, until they realised they could get a treat from us.

today we were off to Auckland city–the huffle jumped off the 192 m high sky tower. i chicken. then to the street bazaars and there after our crazy up-north adventure in search of Goat Island. (yes i kid you not) (opposite Goat Island is Chicken Island–again i kid you not). on the way there we really went into the heart of the farms, breathtaking views–which are not in my camera, but the huffle’s. this leg of the journey has no pictures yet. we brought bread to feed the fish (thinking there was gonna be some) but ended up feeding sea gulls and ducks–again. the duck trods on our feet with their cold webbed ones–we accidentally kicked a few, by accident because they came so close we didnt realise they were there when we were walking.

the drive back was as spectacular–we saw the sunset finally. i managed to catch some pictures–i dont do the scenery here justice– my hand shakes and my camera pixel count is too low–but well. i have never quite seen the sky in so many hues. crazy! pastel pink and baby blues and lilacs!

oh anyhoo, the flickr stream can be found at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/keeweeadventure/

sydney airport

have safely gotten myself to sydney airport–in an hour i will finally board the plane bound for auckland. just checking in to say i am quite alright, tired; but quite alright.

the flight here though smooth left me drained; possibly because of the million and one announcements they had to make over the PA system, seriously, there does not need to be an announcement for every damn thing; the service left some to be desired and the food was in a word–gross. if cherie were beside me i wouldnt eat her food either. so much for British Airways; really. the only saving grace was NOT flying economy– somewhat an executive class–the midlevel between business class and economy class–called the world traveller plus.

being sleepless for 8 hours; allowed me alot of tv time, and reading time (i brought the bookon wu ze tien, the only female EMPEROR of china), and i even managed

to watch 3 episodes of Brothers & Sisters. this morning i got a very amazing view of daybreak. have never seen light behave this way before–in clear distinct bands of deep orange to yellow to blue to black. breath taking.

not a happy flyer; very grumpy now. just brushed my teeth and bought me a bottle of Mount Franklin (remember chair??); i realised, right now, with cooper staring at me from the screen of the handphone–i really miss the bugger. kiss some cooper for me please sisters.

:) the flickr stream is under the name keeweeadventure; will upload pics there. cheerios!

an adventure to remember

moments651.jpg (if only the huffle actually remembers to MEET ME AT THE AIRPORT!!)

so all my bags are packed, but i am not quite ready to go; funny–i’ve been looking forward for ages, and yet now, with the trip less than 24 hours away, i am rather reticent about it; thinking of the christmas i’d miss here, decorating the tree with the fam and the luscious christmas dinner.

this year i’d also miss the big concert, and of all the things i’d miss would be the christmas caroling. :( well i already did some of that with the sisters–with music accompaniment of a baby taylor and an electric guitar no less.

reminiscing christmases:

remember one christmas, when i snuck off to meet ry at the drain and off to some friend of his’ party. had the massive christmas party at my place with hugs and laughter with the extended family and when the last of the revelers finally went home and the parents went to bed i went off to meet the forbidden boy (dad forbade) for a dance in the rain (i remember dancing in the rain). i remember chocolate coated strawberries served and aunty leslie and uncle philip and their christmas cheer.

then came the other little christmases, marked with loved ones around the dining table (we’re always eating!)–and how we’d have honey baked hams and turkeys (and one fateful one which mansell the dog stole off the carving table and had his own feast in the garden), sausages and a ton, and i mean a ton of festive air.

last christmas, the boyscout and i had our own littlest party, singing carols out of the window. and him missing christmas service because of a headache, sleeping on my couch. :) i remember 2006’s year end being bleakish.

this year, christmas will hopefully be one hellava adventure to remember.

sea spots

I wonder what color it is:
Blue, green, blue-green, grey, aquamarine,
Turquoise, clear, silver, white
I hear the sea call my name today.
The crushing waves, the lulling tides
The whirl of the engines, the stillness of sky.

This magic, the fairies of the deep—their song
I no longer hear with the blood rush to my ears, my skin.
Its burning up, this crazy well of fire-water.
I’m burning up—danger onto life.
Perhaps it will burn out these thoughts of you
Perhaps it will incinerate this heart.

This or that I no longer know—there are
No books on answers that you want from me.
A sum of mistakes, a sum of make believe.
A time of restless wandering (wondering).
A wakefulness besieges
A love benign.

But love, benign?
What about that sun in my eye—that
Sparked the flame, that raged the wars.
That malefactor which is me
she killed the me within.