Can't believe...
... I haven't written since Monday.
This week has just flown by and it was finished off with a trip to the cinema to see Crash... about relationships between people and mainly focussing on racial prejudices and paranoias amongst the people of LA... and showing at the same time that these people who can be incredible racist aren't necessarily bad people, and also shows what hypocrites others can be. I'm not sure what to make of it, it kept my attention, despite the big fat guy next to me who farted continually throughout the film. Ugh... I tell you, it was smelly and after fart number 3 I just wanted to scream at him. But I'm not brave enough.
Meanwhile, this week we've started planning for our holiday to New Zealand. I've got to go to Australia and New Zealand on a work trip (I just hate my job... ;p)at the end of September. It will be one helluva a rush getting around four cities in a week - Perth, Sydney, Auckland and Christchurch. So, we decided that Mr Him will join me for part of the trip where he will be doing his own thing while I work, and occasionally joining me but at the end of the trip I'll take some time off and we may hire a car and just travel around the South Island for a week. YAY! I can't wait as I've always wanted to visit New Zealand. I've now only one continent left to visit - Antarctica. Maybe one day I'll go check out the penguins there.
I won't, before anyone else mentions it, be partaking in any kind or form of bungy jumping as I don't believe in entrusting my life to a piece of elastic. Not to mention my over irrational fear of heights. I once had to walk over one of those swing bridges (you know, like in Indiana Jones films, except no one was shooting at me) over some jungle and half way along I thought my heart was going to explode I was so scared. The only reason I gained enough courage to walk the other half of it was only because I realised that I couldn't spend the rest of my life gripping that bridge. Had I not been so panic stricken and thought of helicopters I would've demanded an airlift...
...I may, however, throw myself down a steep hill inside a huge sort of bubble wrap plastic ball like so called Zorbing. Fun!
This week has just flown by and it was finished off with a trip to the cinema to see Crash... about relationships between people and mainly focussing on racial prejudices and paranoias amongst the people of LA... and showing at the same time that these people who can be incredible racist aren't necessarily bad people, and also shows what hypocrites others can be. I'm not sure what to make of it, it kept my attention, despite the big fat guy next to me who farted continually throughout the film. Ugh... I tell you, it was smelly and after fart number 3 I just wanted to scream at him. But I'm not brave enough.
Meanwhile, this week we've started planning for our holiday to New Zealand. I've got to go to Australia and New Zealand on a work trip (I just hate my job... ;p)at the end of September. It will be one helluva a rush getting around four cities in a week - Perth, Sydney, Auckland and Christchurch. So, we decided that Mr Him will join me for part of the trip where he will be doing his own thing while I work, and occasionally joining me but at the end of the trip I'll take some time off and we may hire a car and just travel around the South Island for a week. YAY! I can't wait as I've always wanted to visit New Zealand. I've now only one continent left to visit - Antarctica. Maybe one day I'll go check out the penguins there.
I won't, before anyone else mentions it, be partaking in any kind or form of bungy jumping as I don't believe in entrusting my life to a piece of elastic. Not to mention my over irrational fear of heights. I once had to walk over one of those swing bridges (you know, like in Indiana Jones films, except no one was shooting at me) over some jungle and half way along I thought my heart was going to explode I was so scared. The only reason I gained enough courage to walk the other half of it was only because I realised that I couldn't spend the rest of my life gripping that bridge. Had I not been so panic stricken and thought of helicopters I would've demanded an airlift...
...I may, however, throw myself down a steep hill inside a huge sort of bubble wrap plastic ball like so called Zorbing. Fun!
posted by Baba at
7:48 PM
