It was a Friday night, I was in the city ready to meet two of my good friends. We met up in a popular area for dinner. Auckland city was dead. It made me a little depressed. The people that were out were couples or just foreigners. Me and Jenn began to complain, and we just kept repeating that we are going to get out of here soon. And I am. I don't think that there is the energy and life here that I thrive on. There is my family, and there is safety, and that's it. If you are single, in your mid 20s and if you are not planning the next stage of your life, then its dead here. What made matters worse was that our good friend who had joined us told me that he is leaving to go live in the states in November. He had had enough. We counted all our friends overseas, and we were sure that our next journey, 2014 will not be in NZ. But for now, I will make the most of the routine, most of the friends I have here and most of my family. 

Anyway, all that is besides the point. We were struggling to find something to do after our dinner, so we decided to go for a walk. The only people out were bible bashers (some interesting conversations were had) and 13 year old teens in mini skirts. I gave my change to a beautiful sounding sax player, who seemed so out of place in the placid city. We walked around, and Auckland was actually trying so hard to look cool - but nothing was happening. There were new buildings, art galleries, restaurants, cafes, shops - but there were no people. And when we did find some, they were a couple - or rushing home from a late night at work, or frowning. So we continued to complain. We met a tourist from Argentina who had just arrived, who talked to us for a bit...but we put him off Auckland I think. haha. Anyway, the only cool peple I meet are foreigners! Point is, we walked back to my car - and I was going to drop them home. ABBA was blasting from my little pink car so I decided to turn it up and drive through Queen st and wake the people of Auckland up. Me and my two friends, put on our sunglasses, pulled down our windows, turned up ABBA and we drove up and down the city pouring smiles and peace signs from the car and stereo. It was so great to see people with their head down walking, look up and smile. Some people danced, some laughed, did the peace sign. An old couple didn't look too happy in the cold, and when we drove past they couldn't stop smiling! Next time we are going to tape it and put it on here....project happiness. It turned out to be a great night! making people smile is much needed, and we created our own fun instead of complaining! No alcohol or drugs were used! Thanks ABBA x

I always save my favorite part of a plate of food till last. I never use my expensive perfume, or wear my best dress, because I'm always saving them for a special occasion. I do the same with shoes. In particular the ones in the picture below. I've had them sitting in my closet for three years, and have never worn them. This morning I thought, what better occasion than waking up to today? And this song was stuck on replay in my head. Enjoy x

For some strange reason today, I started watching videos of lady Gaga. I still don't think shes great, but I do think shes talented and manipulates fame in an intelligent way. Also, I automatically hated her because I hate Madonna, but Lady G can actually sing, and is quite conceptual....anyway I'll stop justifying this post- here she is sounding awesome x

In my sleep last night, I dreamt of a house again . This house was big and I was showing it to strangers. Each room looked the same, but I was searching for my one. And then one of the strangers, a tall man, pointed me to where it was. Once I was inside, I didn't recoginze the room as much as I thought I would. And I went down the stairs, and watched strangers look through the house again. I remember having a smile on face.  

I always dream of houses. Sometimes they are smaller than I am, and I have to crouch to fit in the doors. Sometimes the rooms change as my dream gets longer and longer. Sometimes the house is so beautiful, sometimes the house is full, and sometimes I am wandering through the house alone. 

I always dream of houses, I don't know why, but I always remember the detail of it, so clearly when I wake up. 

To see a house in your dream represents your own soul and self. Specific rooms in the house indicate a specific aspect of your psyche. 

To dream that you are in a room, represents a particular aspect of yourself or a particular relationship.  Dreams about various rooms often relate to hidden areas of the conscious mind and different aspects of your personality.

To dream that you find or discover a new room, suggests that you are developing new strengths and taking on new roles. You may be growing emotionally. Consider what you find in the discovered room as it may indicate repressed memories, fears, or rejected emotions. Alternatively, such rooms are symbolic of neglected skills or rejected potential.

Yesterday was my 100th Post. hah! the wonders of time. I hate that I post things retrospectively. On that note, I'll tell you about the start of my week.
So Monday was freezing and I was walking to work and it seemed to get colder and colder. A young man overtook me and turned around and smiled. I thought 'Dang, my ass must be looking good today!', so I caught my reflection in a window. Low and behold, my jacket had pulled up my dress all the way and I was walking around flashing my star spangled undies to passersby. Lucky I was wearing stockings....but not my proudest moment.

Also - I just swallowed an entire Strepsil.
Damn.

Again, this is not how I wanted to begin this post, but my fingers typed quicker than my thoughts. Today  I woke up full of gratitude. And I liked it. I have goals again, and I can't stop moving towards them! Have a great day, and thats an order! x

Have you ever felt a memory being made? 
I just sat with my mother and watched one of her favorite movies 'To Sir with Love', with the amazing Sidney Portier. I don't know what else to say about it. As insignificant as it may seem, I just knew that it was a moment I would look back on forever. 

Here is the hit by lulu from a wonderful film. Enjoy x

This song is dedicated to Yang+ Dean (When we get in our mean mean heads. The Ying is near my dear. The Ying is near x

I look at the world, and I notice it's turning

while my guitar gently weeps.

With every mistake we must surely be learning

Still my guitar gently weeps.