The Friendship Flower

Friendship. 


A word that means many different things to different people.  For some it’s being inseparable. For others, while distance may separate, it is never an issue and reuniting makes months apart seem like only days. Others lean on you when they need something, or come to you when they can squeeze you in. One thing I know about friendship is that it doesn’t magically last 20 years; you have to invest in it. In a world where everything seems to only be getting faster and days shorter, we all have to take time to stop…pick up the phone, write an email, arrange a coffee date and appreciate our friends. With women living longer than men, chances are friends will be all that we have left one day.

I’m a sucker for the idea of soul mates and because I’m yet to find mine, I’ve taken to the idea of best friends rather contently. I hope that everyone out there has the chance to experience the close bond of a true friend. Someone you instantly think about when something exciting/embarrassing happens and you have that extreme urge to jump on the phone and share the occasion with them straight away. A friend you miss, even though you only saw them yesterday. Someone who knows you better than you know yourself sometimes and yet still loves you and all your flaws. It takes a best friend to know you need a hug at the exact right moment or to take your shoes off when you’ve passed out drunk on your bed. True friends make time. No excuses.

Friendship, just like flowers, needs work. They need love and attention to grow and flourish. When we let life get in the way and become overwhelmed with our busy schedules, we, and often without intention, neglect those around us. It is a balancing act, and one I’m still trying to figure out myself. I do know however, that we need to be conscious to not let the flowers wilt and dry up. We need to work harder to nourish and look after those flowers. After all, where is the beauty in life, if all there is is dead flower beds?

Letting go of friendships, especially ones that have been around since you can remember, is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Coming to terms with the fact that sometimes people change, life takes us down different paths and things don’t always turn out the way you had planned – even when at one point in time you thought things would remain this way forever. It doesn’t always point to failure or mean that a wrongdoing occurred; sometimes it just is what it is. Accepting that is the hardest part.

One of life’s greatest gifts is a friend. They come and they go. We create new friendships and let go of old ones. I believe people come into our lives for a reason, a purpose, to teach us something. Appreciate that. Appreciate those around you. Love your friends and show them through actions. Stop letting life get in the way, because when it really comes down to it, life is really about the ones we love.

I want you to do something for me. Get in touch with someone you haven’t spoken to in a while. Let them know you’re thinking of them. It might just make their day and be the seed to keep that friendship flower blooming.


Love & Laughs,

Bex


Dedicated to my best friend, LFB, for always making time.  

I've missed you!

Oh hello. Remember me?!

It’s been almost 5 months since I last opened up a word document and got a little wild with the typing keys. Kjshiuhhy983tkjg somebody stop me.

There is so much to tell you. Where to begin… I could go into detail about the time I met a hippie, drank beers on the beach under the moonlight, partied with him into the wee small hours, cut some shapes on the dance floor and then swore I was not going to sleep with him… that was until he unleashed his very own, very BIG, shape and I just couldn’t help myself. But I’ll leave that for another time. I could tell you about the lovely Latino man I locked lips with for what felt like hours at some underground bar. A Latino that steals the title of the ‘most passionate snog ever’. Oh my word! I couldn’t stop thinking about that for weeks. But that story isn’t really worth sharing. 

OR we could analyse my somewhat concerning, somewhat fun, habit of giving blow jobs on my bestie’s couch (Really need to stop doing that), but I’d rather not go into that right now.

Ahhh…..that felt so good. Bex is back. Can I get a HOLLA!

While I’ve been away my best friend got married, MARRIED! Ah, it was probably one of the most magical, emotional and heart felt days I’ve ever experienced. Let’s just stop and focus on the ‘emotional’ part of that sentence for a bit shall we… I was actually blown away with how emotional I was all day. I had to apologise to my friend for being, and I quote, a ‘creep’ as I literally felt myself staring at her all throughout the day. She looked so completely stunning and I literally could.not.take.my.eyes.off.her! I was so overwhelmed by proudness (Is that even a word?) that I couldn’t even put into words what I was feeling, I just stared – for a long moments at a time. All day. At her. Like a creep. I think a huge part of it is because I’ve been friends with this girl since I was 12 years old. Pretty much the age where boys know longer have germs and you would rather put your tongue in their mouth, then poke it out at them. We talked about weddings, but they were always so far off in the distance (Wait, that could be yesterday in my world…let’s not go there. #catlady) and when we were adults. Wait…when did WE become adults?! Adults that are old enough to get married?! I’m pretty sure if was just yesterday we would all gather around on the hockey field and watch couples kiss, timing them to see who could do it longest…
There was a moment at the wedding where I cried over something completely un-wedding related – although I’m not sure if that was because my emotions were running high, or if it was due to drinking glass upon glass of bubbles in the limo ride around Auckland, or possibly topping it off with being made to finish off everyone’s glasses as we exited the limo, followed by a tequila shot on arrival (Good bitch) to the reception. Either way the wine, the celebration and the fact the my bestie was marrying her soul mate turned me into a big, pink, blubbering mess. I’ll need to toughen up before the next friend ties the knot or I might not be invited….Psssst  I’ll gate crash! I would like to also point out that I was the only one who got the bride to tear up. Speech tick list: Make the bride cry: TICK! Hehe love you!

So back about this time LAST year my twin sisters thought a move to Auckland sounded like a good idea. Once we convinced our parents that this was a good idea, we started planning and putting it into action. The universe was not on our side at all and as one thing after another stopped it from happening we put that plan on the back burner for a while, until we were ready to fully commit to it. Weeks passed. Months rolled on by (Cue a tree montage, leaves changing from summer to winter) and why hello there plan, how you doing little buddy?  I’ve missed you!  Drum roll please….

Twins move in 11 days. It is actually happening. I’m feeling a mixture of emotions. I’m bloody excited but a little bit nervous too. Three larger than life personalities in one house can only mean one thing, ding ding ding!! We have lived together for 15 years, how hard can it be?!!! haaa I’m already wearing my big mama pants and they fit pretty snuggly ;) I’m sure it’ll be fine and if it’s not can I live with you?!!

There are lots of things to look forward to with them moving up. One thing is experiencing Auckland all over again. I’ve been a bit of a nana lately (minus the blowjobs. Nanas would never do such thing), staying in most Saturday nights, enjoying a wine, a chit chat and then off to bed for me. I’ve loved waking up on Sundays feeling ready to tackle the day and not crawling to the toilet worried about which end it’s going to come out of. Ohhh those were the days. I’m definitely ready for some rowdy weekends, scandalous stories and wild adventures with my sisters. My first blogs were all about experiencing everything Auckland has to offer and lately I’ve let life get in the way. I’ve been in this big city for 1 year 4 months and I’ve probably seen maybe 1/3 of it. So that is exciting in itself… so much to see, so many people to do…kiddin’! ….but am I really?

The next few months are going to bring about some blog worthy topics I would say. Hope you’re ready for it ;) And if you’re ever in Auckland and need a place to stay…I have my very own house now. Ok, not MY house. My landlord’s name is Martin and he is adorably dorky and he won’t let me get a dog, but tells me a fish is ok. I’m still working on that one. Although those closest to me say I need to learn how to look after myself first, before I get a pooch…they have a point. I hate when people are right. I just want cuddles, fish don’t like them very much-8 year old Bex learnt that the hard way. Anyway getting off topic…come and stay and play all day!

That’s it from me for this sunny Sunday. Hope your booze poos has stopped and your starting to feel like a normal pooing human being. I’ve missed you all bucket loads!



Love and Laughs

Bex

Options are a funny thing.

Happy New Year!


Ah Bex, it’s the middle of February...I know I’m a little late, but I trust you all engaged in rowdy celebrations welcoming the beginning of 2013. Mine was pretty tame. I spent the night dancing with my younger twin sisters in the place where our mother pushed us out of her cooka and into this glorious world. Napier, Hawkes Bay. A place I hold lots of great memories and am always happy to visit. The clock struck 12 and as everyone around me pashed each other’s faces off, my sisters and I engaged in an awkward three way hug. We then owned the dance floor for a few more numbers and decided to call it quits at about 1am, before walking home along the beach to our uncle’s house. I couldn’t have been happier.

A new year; new experiences to be had, challenges to face, people to meet and I’m sure crazy adventures to Blog about. Not to mention new resolutions to make and old ones to recycle (Lose 10kgs! This year I will dominate you!) While we are only 6 weeks into it, I have already had my fair share of bad luck. But somehow I am fine and have taken it all in my stride. My time in Sales came to an abrupt end when I arrived at work to be fired on the spot, along with 5 other staff members. Was a crazy way to start the year, but as I sat in the meeting, my boss in tears and me...Well, I suppose a little in shock, I couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. I walked out of the office and felt strangely free and ready to take on the world. However, with my twins about to move up to Auckland and the three of us to become ‘flatmates’, me losing my job couldn’t have come at a worse time. I felt a stress bubble form in my stomach and it was there to stay, that was until I sorted my shit out. Back on the unemployed bus. Next stop… God knows?

I had a little pity party for one for a few days. On the outside, bearing a smiling face and telling everyone around me I was F.I.N.E, but on the inside I was freaking OUT.  I organised a meeting at Work and Income, to see if I could get some financial support whilst looking for work, but I rang and cancelled the morning of the meeting. I said to myself right then and there, I wasn’t going back on the Dole. No way in hell. I put my head down, bum up (Hello!)  and started, once again, my job hunt.

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2 weeks later I find myself with 3 job opportunities. I always thought it would be great to have options, but boy oh boy now I’m not so sure. Who knew making a decision could be this hard. Option 1) 9-5 job. Steady income. Permanent role. Safe option. Option 2) Temp contract. Short-term. RADIO. Risky option. Option 3) Still in interviewing phase, but if it worked out I’d be the happiest girl on this crazy arse planet. I’ve never been a girl to take the easy road. I truly believe in going after what you want. So, I turned down Option 1 and am, as I like to call it, CHASING THE DREAM! Radio is where I want to be and every ‘N-O’ is only making me more determined. Watch this space.

Now on to less important, but way more exciting things. I have had a realisation lately that everyone around me is growing up really quickly. I signed on to Facebook yesterday to find my little brother (Who in my head is still 8. Pssst he’s 15.) liking pages such as ‘Naked selfies’, and ‘The gap’ (A page pretty much dedicated to ass and va-jay). When did he stop throwing stuff at girls and instead wants to now throw stuff in them?? Inappropriate?! Ahhhhh moving on.

In 5 weeks my best friend is walking down the aisle and saying those two words that will change her life forever.  (I’m late…ha just kidding. We aren’t there yet). As much as that makes me want to tear up with excitement thinking about it, I also think the tears are a sign of ‘I’m going to be alone forever. What up 20 cats and welcome hoarder habit’. Sigh. I became best friends with this girl when I was 12…when did we become old enough to get married?!! There are people all around me tying the not, bringing people into the world, purchasing houses, buying people movers and the hardest decision I’ve had to make lately is, full Brazilian? or landing strip?! Or to accept the invitation from a drunk Wanganui bogan asking me for a motorboat. To which I replied, “I’m not going anywhere near the river with you…. “ Oh gotcha. THAT kind of motorboat. Always about the boobs with you men. Hello my face is up here…

I woke up on Sunday with a hicky. A hicky?!! What am I 16? Gross. Then I remembered back to the night before and had a somewhat blurry vision of me sucking face with a nice white boy, by the name of Ben. Actually no I think it was David. Jarred? …Or was it Sam? Let’s just call him Tim. So Tim and I are pashing up a storm and he begins to try and have sex with me, right in the middle of the dance floor at Lennin (A fully crowded, buzzing Auckland club). So I think to myself, I have options here. Do I just go with this? (It has been a while) and there are couples all over this D-floor imitating wild animals on heat. But before I could make my mind up, up goes a finger and I went from HELLO to HELL-NO in about 30 seconds. Old, party-pooper and seemingly mature Bex kicked in and put a stop to that very public nonsense right away. I blamed it on the wine my bestie and I had drunk on the beach earlier (In a very classy manner might I add) and left poor Jimmy (Whatever the hell his name was) on the floor with a raging boner and no –one to play with. Woops.

On to other news: For some reason this week I thought my intolerance to lactose may all be in my head. A glass of milk later, my arse proved otherwise.

Yes I fully went there. Speaking of which, I’ve decided to get Colonic Hydrotherapy (Practically having your arse water blasted). For some health benefits, but mainly for shits and giggles. Well mainly shits. Stay tuned for a Blog about that bad boy. Don’t cringe, I’m sure you want a step by step rundown, so you can be more well informed. You’re welcome.


Ah it’s good to be back. Have missed you all. Till next time…


Love and Laughs

Bex

P.S I laughed as I read the previous Blog I had written back in December. I said I was going to try limit my chocolate intake. What a joke that was. God I’m funny. 

Boobs. Friends. Chocolate. Rain. Christmas.

Hey good lookin', what's cookin'? Hope you are smiling as much as me!


Boobs. I saw bOObies today. And for once they weren't my own. Door knocking creates some pretty funny stories, one of which was definitely shared over my lunch time break today. I walked up to the door of a home in Titirangi, fully aware that someone was home, as the windows were all open and I could hear Cindy Lauper’s ‘Girls just wanna have fun’ blasting from the corner of the house. I walked up the stairs, noticed mouldy curtains in the window, took my ‘I’ve got you Mrs customer, right where I want you’ breath and knocked cheerfully on the door (one of those knocks that sound awfully friendly-one of my tactics). The next thing I know a rather large white figure appears to be moving to the right of me. I look over, as this lady scrambles to get out of her deck chair, screaming like an orgasm has just rippled through her body (Seriously? I must be excellent at Sales), tripping over her own feet whilst sporting a pair of floral pink knickers. The best bit…she is completely, utterly, entirely and downright topless! (I can see why she is trying to catch some sun, if I wasn’t blinded by the bouncing bosoms, the paleness would’ve done it). Still screeching, she runs behind her (mouldy-huge selling point haha) curtains to cover herself. I hadn't said anything yet. I wasn't sure what to say. I just stood there. Rather than apologising and leaving the poor embarrassed woman alone I tried to lighten the mood by saying ‘nice day for it!’. (Just go Bex!) She began apologising and repeating ‘This must've wrecked your day. I’m in no shape to have strangers eyes on me. I’m so sorry, you must be blinded’. Little did she know this was in fact the highlight of my day. I told her I was only doing a survey, but would leave her to it. I then rushed out of there and down the road to tell my colleague. I’d take boobies over people chasing me out of their section yelling TRESPASS any day. Ahhh yes, Sales…it’s a thrilling game.

Friends. We all have them. Life time friends, school friends, work friends, for me-dance friends, old friends, new friends, friends for certain purposes (wink wink, nudge nudge), friends that drive us batty and friends that you just couldn't live life without. This past week my friends have made me laugh, pull my hair out, feel loved and supported and shake my head, asking myself WTF over and over. Don’t get me wrong I love them ALL (Even when they piss me off), this week has just got me thinking about the notion of ‘tip toeing’ around people. Surely friends should know your personality better than others, your sense of humour, strengths and weaknesses…sometimes better than you know them yourself. When do you think it is OK to stop ‘tip toeing’ around people and to just be your complete and utter crazy self? … Is there a length of time you need to know a person before you can say a joke and not have to say ‘Just kidding’ after it or write ‘haha’ just to make sure they understood it was JUST.A.JOKE? I'm not saying to be completely inconsiderate of your friend’s feelings, I just want to know when is it OK to bust a few jokes and for them to not result in being blocked on Facebook. (Ekk!)  Friends should get you and everything you are about. I've had a lesson in that this week and without going into any juicy details, I was left feeling confused and pissed off.  It really drove me bonkers. I'm over it now. But at the time…crickey dick! Just as one episode of Days Of Lives ends in my life, another one begins… I’m calling ‘CUT’ on this one (If only I had one of those cool director things…).

Chocolate. The love and bane of my existence. Week one: Tonight I skipped dinner and just ate chocolate instead (I'm mean no I didn't Mum). Yesterday I spent half an hour preparing dinner, the entire time picking away at a Timeout bar. When tea was ready I was too full from chocolate. I walk down the confectionery isle at the supermarket and promise myself I will not put chocolate in the trolley; I succeed and leave feeling good about myself. I then go to work, experience a ‘chocolate craving’ and use whatever change I have to buy an overpriced chocolate bar from the vending machine. Fail. I then decide to save my money and buy a pack of small chocolate bars next time I'm at the supermarket, vowing to myself to take one a day to work. I open the packet as soon as I get home, treating myself to one after dinner. By the end of the night I am sitting amongst 12 little chocolate wrappers and nursing a full stomach and a huge WHY?!! 

Week two: R.E.P.E.A.T!

I need to get this addiction (which I'm sure it has now become) under control. I need to learn to limit myself to two chocolate bars a week. God knows it’d save me a lot of money. Any suggestions on what I can eat that will satisfy my needs, cure my craving and leave me feeling amazing would be greatly appreciated… :) Addiction is a crazy thing. I have a very addictive personality, hence why I stay clear of the hard stuff. I was even slightly addicted to stratchies once. I'm so hardcore. Hold me back, hold me back…

Rain. I would very much like Auckland to STOP raining. Especially since my job involves me being outside. If it isn't raining, then I'm out there developing some very uneven tan lines (But hey I'd rather that then wet undies!). Today it bucketed down, soaking every inch of me. Auckland, how on EARTH am I meant to turn my beach sex dream into reality if it's raining?? (That could make another interesting sex dream in itself…but we won’t go there) Hmmmm you tell me. The crazy hormonal weather used to make the day interesting, now it just messes with my hair, makes my uniform see-through (Wet T-shirt comp…HELLO) and makes my shoes and socks soggy.  It is December now, so I would appreciate it if you were an example of the term ‘Summer’. Please and thank you. 

Christmas. 18 days till the fat man breaks into our homes and steals our food. I haven’t done any Xmas shopping. I have very little Christmas spirit. I didn't buy a advent calendar this year, because lets be real I won’t be able to limit myself to only one chocolate a day, and I haven’t come across any mistletoe as of yet-but trust me if I do, I’ll be snoggin' the hell out of the person who ends up underneath it with me. I am however very much looking to family time back in the beautiful, sunny (Auckland take note!) Wanganui. I cannot wait to see my friends and have a reunion over the festive season. Lots of wine to be consumed,  laughs to be had and drunken memories to create. 

I'm off to die from a chocolate comer (Not related to my last Blog, as staying ‘friends’ was the way that situation turned out. I couldn't be happier either! :) ). Chocolate limitations begin tomorrow. Wish me luck. 

Love & Laughs

Bex

Should I or shouldn't I?

Hi you!

Gosh it has been a long time since I sat down, opened up a blank page and started typing. Life has been crazy as of late. So many things have happened since we last spoke...where to begin?...

Well I felt like I was turning into a wine bottle, therefore I set myself a goal of not drinking for 6 weeks. And wait for it... Mission accomplished. It was actually a lot easier than I thought and therefore reminded me that I am no longer an alcohol-guzzling student and more so an ADULT. Yuck. Don't get me wrong though I was definitely craving a glass after those 6 weeks were up. So much so that me and my bestfriend sat in a motel room, drinking cheap wine out of a cup. All classss! Any thoughts of being a mature adult were quickly overruled.

While I was away from the Blog-sphere I turned 23. 23! Which to me is pretty much 25, which is practically 30. Life passes WAY too quickly these days. A huge reminder to live life to the fullest huh?!!...go out and tackle life by the balls. We are not young forever. YOLO! (Fully clichéd the shit out of that). Amen!

In saying that though, do you have to put boundaries on 'living life to the fullest'...how full is full? Get me?...No? I have been asking myself lately how far do I go with this notion and when do I listen to my inner-self and stay true to my morals. It is a fine line between following your heart and listening to your head. I'm a smart girl, I know what I'm doing...yeah right. When the heart is involved, no one listens to the squishy thing in their head. I am amazing at giving advice (I say that proudly!) and have been the counsellor for many of my friends over the years. I LOVE doing it. If I can make a sticky situation better for someone, god damnit I will try. Giving advice is one thing, listening to my own is a whole other ball game. Especially when it involves a B.O.Y! Ahhhh yes, the male species that makes you nervous and at ease all in one, shy and excitable at the same time, happy, frustrated, content, distracted... All of thee above. Yes, the past few weeks has sprung a boy at me. A boy that came out of no where, but has slowly worked his way into my thoughts. A boy that is t-a-k-e-n. AH! Still working this one out. Lets just leave it there for now...

I have also dived head first into a Sales/Marketing job. If I'm honest I hated it to begin with; mainly because I wasn't in radio. One of the things my company pushes is 'attitude' and maintaining a positive one (Easier said than done!). Once I accepted this new role, changed my view towards it and actually gave it a good crack, I have started really enjoying it. Don't get me wrong the constant door slams, rude people, NOs! and home-owners that couldn't care less does mess with the whole 'positive attitude' vibe, but this job has also made me aware of all the lovely people still in this world. We are so bombarded with negatives in life. Turn on the news and it's murder, war and politics that cloud our TV screens (Bad news attracts, sells, draws people in-I get that.), but sometimes you really have to look at the positives in a shit situation. Yes, I'm not in the industry I studied for and would love to be in, BUT I am gaining new skills, meeting new people and proving to myself that I can do any job I set my mind too. Plus this isn't for forever. I need to live in the now. Door knocking (which is a huge part of my job) has brought some hilarious moments, scary encounters and times where I have wanted to say 'F U world!', but I am out there everyday seeing new faces, having chats with a wide variety of people (And god knows I love to talk!) and learning new things ALL the time. It is exhausting and truly like a roller-coaster, but I have learnt to take the good and leave the shit behind. Some nutter once said "Every door is a new opportunity"...as cheesy as that sounds, he was SO right.

My parents visited Auckland last weekend and the three of us sung our lungs out at Coldplay. Man ole mighty! What an incredible show. The first song started, fireworks shot into the sky, then glitter cannons burst confetti over a 50,000 strong screaming audience, not to mention our concert wrist bands lit up to the beat of the music. That was only the first song. Chris Martin, get at me!! Gwyneth who?? haa insane! When I wasn't making eyes at the lead singer, I was watching my Dad. Completely in his element, singing and making some sort of hand movement towards the sky. He was having the time of his life and seeing him so free and excited was so awesome for me to watch. (Love you Sloany).

We then headed over to the gorgeous and free-spirited Waiheke Island for a family lunch, spotted Rachel Hunter on the streets (Dad was once again excited!) and spent the afternoon catching up with family. T'was a great weekend and it left me content and tired (Old age kicking in already...or the fact that I'm pretty sure Mum and I drank the Island's supply of wine).

The past few weeks I have learnt a lot about myself and without getting all deep in you, sorry on you (Couldn't help myself!), one of the biggest and most important things I have learnt is you really have to be honest. Not only with others around you, but with yourself. Honestly is key. Don't be afraid of what honesty might bring, or uncover...the 'what if' question is a long harder to live with. Trust me. Life is passing before our eyes and only getting faster as we get older...don't let a moment pass you by. Time is ticking and it ain't slowing down for no one.

So this post has been a little more serious than normal...Sigh. I may have some scandalous goss for you next time. That just depends if the honesty thing works in my favour...if not, then I'll be complaining that I'm suffering from a chocolate induced comer. Not pretty.

It has been nice chatting. Till next time....

Love and Laughs

Bex

Good jams, great times.

Kiaora. 

I hope you have had a fantastic week. One more day till you get to enjoy your weekend.

I haven’t spent a lot of time in the big smoke these past few weeks. Unfortunately I’m back on the unemployed bus, due to my radio contract ending and there being no work available. (I knew I should’ve popped out a few kiddies and been a stay at home mum. Kidding!!...Well technically not ‘kidding’ as I have no kids. Joking, ah there we go. ) Guts! However one of the positives of that is I got to go back home to Wanganui for a while and see the fam dam.  I feel like I’ve soaked up enough family time to last me until the jolly man jumps down the chimney.

While home I also finally got my tooth fixed. I was eating skittles at an Ed Sherean concert a while back (No, I’m not 12. Actually while I’m in one of these thought brackets… Ed is coming back to NZ next year. I really suggest checking him out. Amazingly talented ginger! These little thought brackets are kinda cool. I feel like I’m inside my own head. Sorry, back to it.) and chomped down to find one my crowns had fallen out. Just when I had adjusted to only eating on one side of my mouth, I got it fixed. Now I don’t know about you, but I find it very awkward at the dentist. Some people are scared it is going to hurt, others have these crazy-arse fears about visiting the ‘house of pain’… Me? I just don’t know where to goddam look when I’m lying in the chair, with my mouth wide open. Do I close my eyes? Look up at the ceiling? Make eye contact with the Dentist? (No, that’d be way too weird. My dentist does have beautiful blue eyes though….No Bex. Weird!) I just end up doing a half closed, half looking around motion that probably ends up making me look cross-eyed. What a dick. First world problems huh?!

Wangas is always full of character. We have one bar that goes off (Well...it goes) on Saturday nights. Stella. It is a place where you are guaranteed to know at least half of the people there. Takes the 'random' out of a 'random hook up' that's for sure. Now,one of the drunken Saturdays I was home I ran into someone at Stella that I have been talking to on Facebook. I love Facebook. I think it is a great tool for keeping in contact with friends, sharing photos, generating exposure for events...but by god is it killing face-to-face communication. Saturday night was a prime example of this. Great conversations online, lots of 'hahas', 'hehes' and all that jazz. Chuck this person into a social situation where they have a physical person in front of them and boom, dead chatter. The worst. I realise some people find it hard to keep a conversation flowing...Shit, sometimes that is an art form in itself. However this person made it 100 times worse. After we walked away from our awkward, *crickets*, patchy convo and the pub closed, I got a text saying "Come and see me. I want to see you". Ummmmm, are you kiddng? You were right.in.front.of.me and you couldn't string a sentence together, don't start with the cute texts now. People...if you are going to say one thing over FB or text then please follow through in real life situations. Great communication skills are sexy. And kind of essential. Awkward silence is not. OK rant over. Changing subject.

I’ve been digging, or re-digging (Pretend it’s a word!) Gold Digger, by Kayne West lately. I’ve been blasting it in my room while I’ve been cleaning or Facebook stalking. I’ve had to reach deep inside me and pull out my gangsta side (Which Auckland seems to be diluting might I add) and start grinding the air, pouting my lips and grooving like a corn-rowed, black chick about to eat some fried chicken . ‘Get down girl, go here get down…on your knees’… (No Kayne! I am not going to bow down to you, nor am I putting your penis anywhere near my mouth.That’s Kim K’s job and if you’ve seen her sex tape - Which I did for the first time a couple of weeks ago. DON’T.DO.IT! I can’t ever look at her the same. She seems to thoroughly enjoy it.) I’ve also rediscovered, whilst on a roadies with my best friends, the song ‘I like big butts’. We sang, or more so rapped our hearts out to the first verse and then realised that was all we knew… Don’t ya hate that?! But nevertheless, good jam!!

I love how music has the power to transform you back into your 15 year old self. A time when you were sipping on your white KGB (Not too fast as you only had 3 more to last you the night), sitting in the back of your best friend’s sister’s gangsta boyfriend’s  silver skyline. Windows down. Wanganui air in your hair. Your favourite girls in the seat next to you. Twister, rapping so fast it made your head spin. Puffing on a cigarette and trying really hard not to choke as you inhaled it (Shame!). Talking gangsta smack. Stopping at McDonalds for a feed. Looking in the mirror and realising that you are in fact a white girl… Oh. 

Holy shit balls I have big boobs. I look down, or cop a feel and have a random realisation every once and a while. It’s funny, I see them every day, yet I am always surprised with how big they actually are. Icarumba!

Speaking of my boobs. They’re the first place I lose weight and the first place I gain it. Being home I fell off the ‘healthy’ eating bandwagon and right back into a pile of takeaways and sugary goodness. That might be why my boobs are getting in the way of my vision. With the countdown to Summer on and the next big family get together creeping up faster than a stalker, I HAVE to get back on the wagon. So as of…TODAY, Operation MYA (Move Your Ass) has commenced (Again).Back on the wagon baby. Dieting, being the one thing I constantly fail at, I am looking at it as more of a lifestyle choice. Blah blah blah…I just want to get my rock-hard arse back and for my boobs to not smack me in the face every time I ‘attempt’ to exercise. 

I’m off to get a Zumba body! Or shimmy shake till my boobs are sore and I sweat so much it looks like I’ve just had a shower. Either way, it has to be good for me. Wish me luck.

MYA! Holla!


Love & Laughs

Bex

Groggy memory VS Raw reality

Hey hey hey, how are ya? 

I feel a lidddddle sick. I decided I wasn’t going to eat bread for a week. This isn’t really a huge challenge for me (Although I’m sure when you promise yourself you aren’t going to eat something, you crave it?! Damnit) as I don’t really eat much bread anyway. The reason I feel like I could do cheeky sneaky spew is because I bought some Nutella the other day. Now that I’m not eating bread there was only one thing to do… spoon + chocolate goodness = Chucky. I know I’m not the only one that does this, so stop shaking your head at me. 

Must.put.spoon.down.but.tastes.so.gooooood! Just one more…

So last week I took my love affair with the Sky Tower one step further. I took a leap of faith, all in the name of love. I jumped off the side of that bad boy. HELLS YEAH I DID! My younger sisters (who happened to share a womb) came up to Auckland for the weekend to celebrate turning the big two zero. The days leading up to their arrival I got message after message about things they wanted to get up to while they were here. Somehow it went from go carts and mini golf to nose piercings and jumping off the tallest building in New Zealand. We decided the Sky Tower it was. Being the older sister I fully acted like I had this, easy as, bring it on … deep down I was shitting my pants. I’m not THAT scared of heights, but the part where you have to ‘leap’ off a 192m platform into mid-air didn’t exactly scream sane. Luckily I had shoved a few cocktails down our throats before we made our way up the tower. We were feeling warm inside. Weeeee lets jump off a building!

The twins had told me I HAD to jump for their Birthday, so my arm was twisted (As was my arse in the harness). After I got word that my sister had touched down on the ground after her jump, I felt a mixture of relief that she was safe and a whole lot of ‘fuck, it’s my turn’. I acted cool, calm and collected on camera but once I was off the building the screaming began (I have been told I’m a screamer. wink wink nudge nudge.Yikes). I’m pretty sure all of Auckland was deafened. The jump only lasted eleven seconds, and it took about another ten for my breathing to return to normal. ‘Oh my god. That was amazing’ were my first words. And it truly was! I am DEFINITELY doing that again. Highly recommend doing the Sky Jump if you are ever up these ways. I.N.C.R.E.D.I.B.L.E. I think I may have to cheat on the Sky Tower and start flirting with a plane next…

With two feet on the ground, the three of us headed over to Mission Bay where we indulged in KiwiYo - delicious ice-cream that you can fill with everything and anything (My eyes were much bigger than my stomach). The Auckland sun was shining as we sat on the beach, filling ourselves up with icecream right before dinner time (I mean... no we didn't Mum), watching yachts sail past Rangitoto Island. T’was a beautiful afternoon. 

Friday night I was sober driver and after dancing at Carpark for an hour or so I was ready for bed. I’m not sure when I became old and every loud little drunk girl became incredibly annoying. There were a few I wanted to slap. Screaming. Falling over. Getting kicked out. Dancing all over everything and everyone. I cringed. That was until one of my besties reminded me of the night out I had the weekend before. The weekend I decided to drink Gin…by the bucket loads. GnT on a sunny day-YES. GnT after GnT after GnT, topped off with shots of Gin on a Saturday night-UH OH! The days following the Groggy Gin night my memory replayed the turn of events bit by bit. Little did I know what I ‘thought’ had happened was in fact false. I’ll stumble, trip over and walk you through it…

Groggy memory:
Having a few wines with the girls. Then a few Gins. Expecting to get on a good buzz, but wanting to enjoy my Sunday.
Raw reality:
Drinking games, skulling Gin. Shot after shot…apparently Whiskey was inhaled as well. (Don’t mix your drinks kids)

Groggy memory:
Looking good. Dancing in town with hot boy.
Raw reality:
Pashing a butt ugly Indian man. Using him like a pole and shimmying all over him. (Kill me now!) Apparently on returning for seconds, my friends jumped in and put a stop to that-thank god.

Groggy memory:
Next club. Enjoying the music and dancing with friends.
Raw reality:
Trying to mix music on the DJ turn tables, cutting off the song mid-way through his set. Then being asked to leave and arguing with the bouncer, claiming ‘I’m not even drunk’. After my friends blatantly saw me touch the DJ's equipment, I protested my innocence to them as well. (Sigh. Remind me to never become a Lawyer)

Groggy memory:
Lining up to go into the next club.
Raw reality:
Falling asleep standing up in the line. When it comes to my turn to show my I.D I am not allowed in. I again protest I was doing nothing wrong and claim to be sober once again. Making this the THIRD club to be kicked out of. 

Groggy memory:
The three of us leave a club with a boy, who claims to be a builder. We go back to his van and have shots of Tequila. 
Raw reality:
The three of us leave a club with a boy, who claims to be a builder. We got back to his van and have shots of Tequila. 

Oh! Well we aren't exactly saints.

My phone then died, I got lost (Apparently walked away from the group, talking some drunken rubbish) and text a few people I shouldn’t have (Sorrrrrrrrry!). I found my way back to the last club the three of us were at and somehow, sommmmmmehow??? ….I was the one who was angry. Gosh! Who bloody knows??. Lesson here is I am not drinking Gin like this again. Groggy Gin night will remain a lesson. Do NOT guzzle Gin. A lesson well and truly learnt. I got a hangover that I deserved and still felt ill the following Wednesday. Ugh.

All I can say is I'm glad I have friends who love me enough to put up with me when 'Boozy Bex' comes out to play. (Which isn't THAT often). I have lived in Auckland for 5 months now, but still have a huge amount to discover. Including Auckland City at night time. Getting lost in a huge concrete jungle, filled with drunk seedy animals...not my smartest move.

May be time to grow up (A little) ... Or just stick to wine. I'll go with the latter. Wine has never let me down, or let me fall down. OK that's a lie.

I would go to rehab, but my parents never raised a quitter...

Jumping off a building I have never felt more alive, and waking up with a Gin hangover I have never felt more like death. Sky Tower I'm keen to do again. Gin-never again (Again, most probably a lie).

I have to admit something to you - I have chocolate all over my fingers and mouth. I wish I had a more exciting story for this... sadly I don't. I just fully put my mouth into the jar of Nutella...I am guilty of a Nutella dive.

I should get up and go to the gym now, but I think I might have a Gin instead....let the night begin.


Kidddddding.



Love & Laughs

Bex
Newest member of AGG (Against Gin Gussling)


P.S Check out my Sky Jump. Caution: You might want to turn the volume down. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7k9_4fcKaD4&feature=youtu.be