Life.
Urm...
Sitting in an internet cafe,
peoples typing a continuous background.
The mouse pad is a picture of a kitten and a spilt glass bottle of milk.
Cute.
A couple days before new years i flew up to auckland, spent a week at my dads.
Hes fairly conservitive, i ended up spending new years in centre city auckland, watched the fireworks fly off the sky tower from the docks....
Kinda sad.... I really wanted to do somthing more...
I got to play his beautifull beautifull guitars while i was up there though, a steel string acoustic (ashton i think) and an even more beautifull nylon acoustic....
My christmas present is going to be a new eletric when i get back, I am extreamly exited.
There is a book infront of my computer, it reads
THOSE SAND FLIES
What they are, why they bite,
and what you can do about them
(comical picture below)
There is also a white sticker on the cover of the book.
Written on it in red pen is as follows "This book belongs to Blowfisch."
Why it is in front of my computer in the internet cafe i do not know....
Maybe someone has planted it here spesificly for me, knowing that i would be forced to sit at this computer, as all the others were occupyed.
Maybe this "Blowfisch" will come and murder me, mistakeing me for a theif.
A welcome murder it would be, death by blowfisch wouldnt be such a bad way to die,
Altogether a better fate than enduring life here..
After my fathers I flew down to wellington (pitstop) and on to Westport (on the west coast of the south isl)
and from westport to granity (a very very small town, consisting over little more than 3 roads).
This little hell hole is the very place i lived and went to school for over 10 years.... and i Must say that it is not a pleasure to be back here....
I do not wish to revisit my own personal hell...
Things are oh so medicore here, I dont know how i will survive...
im going to be here for most of the month...
Oh gosh but what i wouldnt do to be free of this place....
Going tramping or sightseeing in sandfly country?
THOSE SANDFLIES is your essential companion.
Captian Cook gave them their popular name. The Maori already had a name for them, Namu.
Whatever you call them - and there called plenty - sandflies will almost certainly descent upon you when you explore many of new zealands most spectacular areas.
What they are, why and when they bite, and - most important - what you can do about them, are revealed in this authoritative book.
I cannot abide here much longer,
such liflessness i cannot endure.
I will not resign myself to the fate of writing a book about the dreaded Namu.
I will set myself free!
No more will i allow this oppressive place bear down on my with its seductive depression.
I WILL escape.... Even if i have to bike over to christchurch.
Sitting in an internet cafe,
peoples typing a continuous background.
The mouse pad is a picture of a kitten and a spilt glass bottle of milk.
Cute.
A couple days before new years i flew up to auckland, spent a week at my dads.
Hes fairly conservitive, i ended up spending new years in centre city auckland, watched the fireworks fly off the sky tower from the docks....
Kinda sad.... I really wanted to do somthing more...
I got to play his beautifull beautifull guitars while i was up there though, a steel string acoustic (ashton i think) and an even more beautifull nylon acoustic....
My christmas present is going to be a new eletric when i get back, I am extreamly exited.
There is a book infront of my computer, it reads
THOSE SAND FLIES
What they are, why they bite,
and what you can do about them
(comical picture below)
There is also a white sticker on the cover of the book.
Written on it in red pen is as follows "This book belongs to Blowfisch."
Why it is in front of my computer in the internet cafe i do not know....
Maybe someone has planted it here spesificly for me, knowing that i would be forced to sit at this computer, as all the others were occupyed.
Maybe this "Blowfisch" will come and murder me, mistakeing me for a theif.
A welcome murder it would be, death by blowfisch wouldnt be such a bad way to die,
Altogether a better fate than enduring life here..
After my fathers I flew down to wellington (pitstop) and on to Westport (on the west coast of the south isl)
and from westport to granity (a very very small town, consisting over little more than 3 roads).
This little hell hole is the very place i lived and went to school for over 10 years.... and i Must say that it is not a pleasure to be back here....
I do not wish to revisit my own personal hell...
Things are oh so medicore here, I dont know how i will survive...
im going to be here for most of the month...
Oh gosh but what i wouldnt do to be free of this place....
Going tramping or sightseeing in sandfly country?
THOSE SANDFLIES is your essential companion.
Captian Cook gave them their popular name. The Maori already had a name for them, Namu.
Whatever you call them - and there called plenty - sandflies will almost certainly descent upon you when you explore many of new zealands most spectacular areas.
What they are, why and when they bite, and - most important - what you can do about them, are revealed in this authoritative book.
I cannot abide here much longer,
such liflessness i cannot endure.
I will not resign myself to the fate of writing a book about the dreaded Namu.
I will set myself free!
No more will i allow this oppressive place bear down on my with its seductive depression.
I WILL escape.... Even if i have to bike over to christchurch.