tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14031875884109984032024-03-05T02:24:02.342-08:00Professional WallflowerMikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-26271998100417671342011-07-23T21:48:00.000-07:002011-07-23T22:00:44.419-07:00Amy, Amy, Amy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWnjAVCqRV2dQk6HQYW1kdpEUONQGdV33jTGj_A6Xp9AheS_dJxxUtzqTSTtxpwSu3qeTFPIA4kob8XQlkB5r424vT9GFzvtNkB84k69NdfBZjkMRTd_dTbRPVKY1uONbWL0afs3_8Ic/s1600/amy-winehouse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbWnjAVCqRV2dQk6HQYW1kdpEUONQGdV33jTGj_A6Xp9AheS_dJxxUtzqTSTtxpwSu3qeTFPIA4kob8XQlkB5r424vT9GFzvtNkB84k69NdfBZjkMRTd_dTbRPVKY1uONbWL0afs3_8Ic/s320/amy-winehouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632779102461451554" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Like so many others I imagine, I am doing a blog tribute to Amy Winehouse.<br /><br />What can I say? Other than the fact that she was AMAZING. Such a talent, such a voice, such an asset to soul music, to music in general!<br /><br />Her words and voice spoke to my soul, when I felt down I would listen to her and felt like she actually GOT me. I know few artists who have had that power, that natural raw talent, the ability to speak to someone's soul.<br /><br />Last week I was listening to her, I was wondering when she was going to gift us all with a new album. Sadly, that day will never come. I am forever grateful for the music that she has created and shared with the world.<br /><br />I will miss you Amy, I know I didn't know you personally but through your music I felt like I did.<br /><br />Rest in peace Amy. I will remain a true fan for always.<br /><br />xoxo MichaelaMikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-33183288216387992742011-06-16T19:18:00.001-07:002011-06-16T19:19:39.468-07:00May be uncomfortable to read.Passed out on the bed,<br />I hear voices but they don't make sense.<br />Left and right but mostly center,<br />I was frozen yet you entered.<br />I said stop but you didn't listen,<br />took what you wanted without permission.<br />I wake up, I'm feeling sore,<br />feeling ashamed and like a whore.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-34923557871484517802011-05-29T04:04:00.001-07:002011-05-29T04:07:07.583-07:00What is done.I wanted you to hurt,<br />so you could see what you've done<br />as soon as you said the words<br />the damage was done<br />You've opened the box and now the storm has begun<br /><br />Why did you start this?<br />Can you not see what we have done,<br />your own private army.<br /><br />Fighting for you though you are not my own,<br />the walls I've come against, the tears on my pillow.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-74668150430225067212011-05-29T03:49:00.000-07:002011-05-29T03:53:43.950-07:00Another Poem...I awake again and nothing has changed,<br />Same old scenario, same old game<br />My dreams, I wish I had stayed lost in them.<br /><br />So sick of my face each day in the mirror,<br />glass is dirty, reflection not much better<br /><br />far too young to have a meltdown<br />too old to throw a tantrum<br /><br />So what is there to do but lay here,<br />with a tear falling from each eye?<br /><br />Nothing has changed since last time.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-78184267419500558052011-05-25T22:10:00.000-07:002011-05-25T22:11:45.224-07:00Poem inspired by Napier SiegeI wrote this awhile ago... it was when the Napier Siege was happening. This poem was about Policeman Len Snee, who was killed in the siege.<br /><br /> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Thought he would be home at 8 tonight, but he never came</p><p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Cooked bolognaise for him tonight, it’s 20 years today</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">He should be home, but he never came</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">He is with the angels, for someone that could never be saved</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I’m crying alone tonight, and trying to be strong</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The man I loved vanished tonight, and I can’t figure it out</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Trying to tell the kids tonight, thought I would die from the pain</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">I have to wake up tomorrow, and face it all again</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">All of a sudden, life isn’t alive</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The flowers outside aren’t as blue as the day before</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">And I’m scared that the last thing he saw</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Made him regret everything he had worked for.</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Dying for people that will never understand,</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Never understand the sacrifice that goes in hand with</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">The badge and title that used to command respect</p> <p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br /></p>Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-51617209853357714712011-05-23T00:37:00.000-07:002011-05-23T01:17:23.851-07:00The Controversial WellyWood...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsWVbpv7dr1c-L_uktXW-QX_8MxacA4JutCjNg2FxjsgxoS1iWQpv1Cy_9hMBh81bXo97NN8MZ4KVxBwqke5PX_xivY2DZShBeV1OAsfYQZewC-NCYFuAiCRrTXf5kcz21lzUoZBXl44/s1600/art_Wellywood-Sign-420x0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsWVbpv7dr1c-L_uktXW-QX_8MxacA4JutCjNg2FxjsgxoS1iWQpv1Cy_9hMBh81bXo97NN8MZ4KVxBwqke5PX_xivY2DZShBeV1OAsfYQZewC-NCYFuAiCRrTXf5kcz21lzUoZBXl44/s320/art_Wellywood-Sign-420x0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609812791338887842" border="0" /></a><br />I must be one of very few (if not only) Kiwi's that actually like this idea.<br /><br />Sure it's lame, tacky and a bit unoriginal... but I think that's why I like it.<br /><br />New Zealand has never been afraid to push boundaries and have a laugh at ourselves in the process. Why are we being such sticks in the mud now?<br /><br />Also, this would be GOOD for NZ tourism, it represents NZ and Wellington's importance in the film industry, it shows that we are a proud country but not too proud to have a laugh at ourselves. We're proud, yet humble about it.<br /><br />The way people are going on about this you would think they were going to stick a giant swastika on the hill.<br /><br />NZers lets not forget that sometimes it's okay to be tacky!<br /><br />After all, isn't that what made the 80's so amazing?Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-10903453681445165912011-05-21T23:27:00.000-07:002011-05-21T23:33:18.043-07:00Agoraphobic BumblebeeAre you just like me?<br />Afraid of the outside world and all it can be?<br /><br />Too afraid to step outside,<br />I give you a subtle push on the windowside<br />not subtle enough, because you're back<br />in the doorway, on my track<br /><br />Suicidal Bumblebee<br />There is more than you can see,<br />I know the drop is a long way down<br />I'm trying to help you, settle down.<br /><br />Please don't sting me<br />I'm just like you.<br />I'm a different colour<br />But I'm scared too.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-86870748780655514782011-05-14T01:57:00.000-07:002011-05-14T01:59:48.835-07:00StrickenYou must have been stricken by her if you saw her face<br />and forgot my name.<br /><br />You must have been lying when you said I was different,<br />different because I fell for it.<br /><br />When you took from me what wasn't yours to take,<br />did you feel any remorse?<br /><br />When you could have been the man and protected me,<br />protected me from you.<br /><br />I said leave me alone, I said don't contact me again, you didn't but I changed my number just in case.<br /><br />There was nothing I could have done for you anyway.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-44912564806898412012011-05-14T01:50:00.000-07:002011-05-14T01:55:22.885-07:00Depression is not an attractive name for a blog post.Yet here it is.<br /><br />In my face, looking right at me and I don't know whether to slap it or hide from it. Unfortunately there is no hiding from it.<br /><br />The last 6 months have been hard, too much went on, in a short space of time sometimes I wonder if I even dealt with it, or just went through it with my head down hoping for it to be over. That kinda sounds like the last few years, actually.<br /><br />I'm lonely, a small town girl in a big city, literally. I had trouble making friends in a small town, did I really think it would be easier in a big town? Sure there's more people, more people to hide from.<br /><br />I'm scared of people, scared that they will know everything I am and I will swiftly be rejected. How much do I tell them, when do I tell them? Do I tell them at all?Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-91358427827063099842010-10-05T01:32:00.000-07:002010-10-05T01:48:53.105-07:00I suck at blogs - sorry!Apologies to my three readers, Sorry sorry and sorry!<br /><br />I guess there hasn't been much to write about.<br /><br />Updates: I DIDN'T get into the finals for Ms Extralicious, sucks because I thought i had a decent shot! Oh well, I must have not been what they were looking for.<br /><br />I felt like writing today because of something one of the playcentre mums was talking about today. Basically it was this.<br /><br /><strong>Homeless people are the way they are because of the choices they make</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />In some ways, this may be true. I certainly don't think it's as simple as that though.<br /><br />Some people are born unlucky. It's very unfair, but very true.<br /><br />I've been blessed to have a great supportive family and access to education (nothing like uni, but I don't believe uni is at all important) Parents that taught me right from wrong etc.<br /><br />Not everyone has that. Some kids grow up seeing violence every day, seeing drugs put ahead of their own safety and health, growing up in an environment where clean clothes and food and education AREN'T IMPORTANT.<br /><br />How are they meant to cope in the big bad world where they have absoloutly no support and all they know is what they have seen? They do what they know. Often falling into crime and drugs, and sometimes homelessness. How do they start afresh when people aren't willing to give them jobs? When they don't have people who will support them in any way?<br /><br />For people who have been lucky enough to have had the neccesities of life, this may be hard to imagine. But TRY and imagine it.<br /><br />It's unfair to say that "this is because of the choices they have made", when half the time they haven't even had the benefit of being able to make a choice. Is it a "choice" that they grew up not having all the vital things kids should have?<br /><br />Not to mention, sometimes life falls to shit. Sometimes it's the only choice people feel they have.<br /><br />There are a million and one more things I could add to this, but I won't.<br /><br />Are you happy in your ignorant bliss? Does saying it's a "choice" make you feel better, make you feel like something like that could never happen to you? Does it make you feel better than them?Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-80535710138938440902010-09-18T20:34:00.000-07:002010-09-18T20:38:14.514-07:00Surprise Post from Joey Sauer.Guess who just invaded your blog Mikokiko and disrespectfully made a post? ME. (aka. Joey from <a href="http://www.joey-nation.blogspot.com">Joey Nation</a>). <div><br /></div><div>I did what I could for your blog but I realised that your page has a <i>completely</i> different HTML code from mine so I was unable to make it fancy and stuff, but the boring white text-background is now ever-so-slightly transparent so the background colour shall shine through. Sorry all the blues aren't really the same, I'll give it another tackle if you're unhappy but for <i>right</i> now, this'll do. I think it looks quite smart, the blue + white is clean-looking anyway.<div><br /></div><div>Add some more things on your right-hand column to liven the place up too, I started with the Twitter app - delete if you dislike!</div><div><br /></div><div>Sorry this took <b>so</b> long Michaela!</div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of love,</div><div>Joey.</div></div>Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-68685209305264678442010-08-27T22:19:00.000-07:002010-08-27T22:26:32.995-07:00Feels like betrayala feeling of intense betrayal.<br /><br />Where did we go wrong? Did we go wrong at all?<br /><br />I know you don't see it the way we do, that's something you won't see until you have kids of your own. I can hardly blame you for that. You're still only a kid. <br /><br />I know I wasn't perfect, I was so young when I became a mother figure to you. I tried my best but I know there were times when I should have been more understanding. It took us a while for us to get on the right track. Not that we were on a WRONG track. <br /><br />I remember when you first told me you loved me. I was taken back. Here was a kid saying he loved me, and I wasn't his mother! I said "I love you" back. It felt awkward, but right. <br /><br />Your father did everything for you. When things fell apart for you, he was there. always. When things were a bit sticky with your mother, we wiped your tears. We felt angry at the person who had upset you. <br /><br />So this feels like a betrayal, after all we have tried to make you happy, a few gadgets wins over. All the hurt she has inflicted on you is forgotten. We are forgotten. It really hurts. <br /><br />Gotta go now, tears.<br /><br />Michaela xoxoxMikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-5134612263290596082010-08-24T17:47:00.000-07:002010-08-24T17:58:05.958-07:00Ghosts and things that go bump in the night.I believe in Ghosts. Or Spirits, or whatever you like to call them.<br /><br />I believe we do have a soul, I believe that something as powerful and amazing as a soul doesn't just die when our physical body does. <br /><br />I also believe I have had some experiences when it comes to Ghosts/Spirits. <br /><br />I used to go to my Grandmothers house in Tauranga (NZ) a few times a year with my sisters, Mum and Dad. She lived all by herself, we called her "gran on her own".<br /><br />My older sister and I used to share a room at the end of the house. I do believe this room was haunted in some way. Every time I stepped into that room an awful feeling of dread and unease came over me. I never wanted to go to bed, as I was afraid of this bedroom. There was something there. <br /><br />My mother has told me that on one occasion when we were staying here that I told her that "there was someone at the end of my bed". <br /><br />Also in this bedroom, EVERY time we visited I had the same dream. A rather ridiculous dream, but one that scared me nonetheless. Some might say that's why I was scared of the room - because that's where I had these awful dreams. It may have been the other way though, BECAUSE this room was haunted I had the bad dreams! <br /><br />On other instances I have heard my name being called and no one has been there. When my partner and I were looking at places to live, we encountered a house that JUST DIDN'T FEEL RIGHT. Not the decor, or the layout but a feeling that we both had. Needless to say we didn't rent that house! <br /><br />Call me crazy if you wish, but I do believe. <br /><br /><br />Have you had any odd experiences?Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-80363484220316178632010-08-20T03:10:00.001-07:002010-08-20T03:19:26.220-07:00I'm a WombleI worry too much. <br /><br />About EVERYTHING. If there is something to worry about, I will be fretting about it. Even if there isn't something to worry about, I will create something to worry about.<br /><br />I hate it, but I guess it's just part and parcel of having OCD. Things get so big in my mind and then they RULE my mind. Until it's all I can think about and I make myself sick. <br /><br />I try not to be a negative person, but it's hard to stay positive when a voice in your head is saying "wash those hands 12 times or else your entire family will die". I know it sounds ridiculous, that's because it IS ridiculous. Even I know that, but the OCD takes hold of me and I end up doing what it says. For peace. That peace usually only lasts a few minutes until the next obsession.<br /><br />It's very tiring. <br /><br />That's all.<br /><br /><br />Michaela xoxoxoMikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-46255796621177042532010-08-11T00:51:00.000-07:002010-09-18T20:33:32.342-07:00Ga ga ga gaI haven't blogged in ages. I won't apologise because I don't think anyone reads it anyway! It's more like a dialogue to myself. In case I lose my memory or something.<br /><br />Anyway, I haven't been up to much. What I have been working on the last month or so is a Lady Gaga inspired poker face mirror mask for a friend/twiend. He's <a href="http://www.joey-nation.blogger.com">Joey Nation</a> on blogger, check him out, I love his blogs!<br /><br />So... this is the mask I made.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9_nCnA7-wSCNQpSHuLDAB-YXzZf9OMT1COCnjE_Hkbso0rgqbqqy1sQ9vTSQ6jYRwj7h8-TSe5cyoWTEdryowhLP09df7a5J5KQE1R1bXtoOPddFZigSkXrBzptbrRRmN8oUolAj5Lo/s1600/mirrormask.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE9_nCnA7-wSCNQpSHuLDAB-YXzZf9OMT1COCnjE_Hkbso0rgqbqqy1sQ9vTSQ6jYRwj7h8-TSe5cyoWTEdryowhLP09df7a5J5KQE1R1bXtoOPddFZigSkXrBzptbrRRmN8oUolAj5Lo/s320/mirrormask.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504058219057482002" /></a><br /><br /><br />I basically cut mirror pieces with the help of my stepson and glued them to a mask which I made stronger by papermacheing over.<br /><br />That's all I have at the moment!<br /><br />Michaela xoxoxMikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-79534406752454503252010-07-25T00:25:00.000-07:002010-07-25T00:37:11.181-07:00INCEPTION<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmCCcwNVZzmAm_if0niJ7-1Vvj2Kvs2mvgnfzpzW6sovRwoiKg3fC7gu-odwOj1hFSrZWS3Fwo3AkqLmhO2xfQL8QS3ifsAhGF0tKoMd0aOCHu8z-HMGqGcoRGZ3MuC71pbLZcFuVndE/s1600/inception.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmCCcwNVZzmAm_if0niJ7-1Vvj2Kvs2mvgnfzpzW6sovRwoiKg3fC7gu-odwOj1hFSrZWS3Fwo3AkqLmhO2xfQL8QS3ifsAhGF0tKoMd0aOCHu8z-HMGqGcoRGZ3MuC71pbLZcFuVndE/s320/inception.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497742309617518866" /></a><br /><br /><br />This movie was A-MAZ-ING. <br /><br />I don't want to spoil the movie for those who haven't seen it, although I'm sure most people know what it's about anyway, I will give a brief overview.<br /><br />Cobb (Leonardo DiCaprio) Arthur (Joseph Gordon Levitt) Ariadne (Ellen Page) and Eames (Tom Hardy) master in the art of Dream invasion. They each have different roles to play in this highly complicated and risky process. <br /><br />Inception is the most difficult, as it involves planting an idea in someones mind whilst they are in dream state, yet they must believe they thought of the idea themselves.<br /><br />This movie is VERY interesting, not least because it actually seems highly possible that this will happen in the not too distant future!<br /><br />I don't want too say anymore, really you just need to see it.<br /><br />Leonardo is at his finest but let's face it, when isn't he? I've had a crush on Leo since Romeo & Juliet ;)<br /><br />The storyline, the plot, the choice of actors/actresses, everything about this movie was A+.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-22470490691843205812010-07-22T00:15:00.000-07:002010-07-22T00:27:57.542-07:00Ms Extralicious and Body ImageI entered myself into the Ms Extralicous competition that a NZ radio station is running! It's for women of the "plus size" variety hence the "Extralicous" term!<br /><br />I'm 5'4 and a size 16, so I just qualify! <br /><br />This is a BIG thing for me (excuse the pun) as I was always very insecure about my body. I actually used to be ridiculously skinny, so skinny that everyone thought I was anorexic. I wasn't anorexic. I just couldn't put on weight. I was seeing a pediatrician until I was 16 years old and they wanted to put me on growth hormones as I just wasn't developing the way I should be. Thank Goodness my parents refused, they knew I would grow in my own time. <br /><br />I had ALOT of tests done, sometimes I had to be in hosptial for these. I remember one time I had to be in Hospital for these and just sitting there for hours while they did tests on me. <br /><br />I used to wear long pants and sweatshirts in the middle of summer as I got teased heaps about my skinny arms and legs. <br /><br />To give an idea of how underweight I was, it was a big celebration when I hit 30kgs. An even bigger celebration when I hit 40kgs. <br /><br />So this is why entering this competition is quite important to me.<br /><br />I don't look like a model, I have a tummy and I'm definitly not toned.<br /><br />I've never been Happier in my body. <br /><br /><br />And here's the pic I entered...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhux6fWTCHgCdGQDfMmiIZ5uHLmHxw1GiGsdRFV_WFVZkRWHUbtN0d91G7RucclBZcL0NDcVy1g4LhKsB3VutyRU6vUwoeBnMyAXD5FPbp_vfO7Ujc1hbpaDUMdfnKDBotu7If4T_LQu0w/s1600/memerm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhux6fWTCHgCdGQDfMmiIZ5uHLmHxw1GiGsdRFV_WFVZkRWHUbtN0d91G7RucclBZcL0NDcVy1g4LhKsB3VutyRU6vUwoeBnMyAXD5FPbp_vfO7Ujc1hbpaDUMdfnKDBotu7If4T_LQu0w/s320/memerm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496628809308635090" /></a>Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-55578833185400984182010-07-19T04:21:00.001-07:002010-07-20T00:11:21.643-07:00My Top 5 ... TV SHOWSSo, my Top 5 TV Shows! Remember these are my favourite 5 but I love them in different ways for different reasons so even though they are labeled 1-5, they are all as important and special as each other!<br /><br /><br /><strong>TRUE BLOOD</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95G5K_eS6lYpafACAWyd63nKq-sl4EQdpBy0-0EzKrK4cXnb_ucjV8-rMO7iUu1m9c2_efJhATUWHeMb51sicyGHGsPhZmE9B9IdpArQrMsNnDvD6WJyJVEVNnyxorEWhzW9w8K3ayu4/s1600/trueblood.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95G5K_eS6lYpafACAWyd63nKq-sl4EQdpBy0-0EzKrK4cXnb_ucjV8-rMO7iUu1m9c2_efJhATUWHeMb51sicyGHGsPhZmE9B9IdpArQrMsNnDvD6WJyJVEVNnyxorEWhzW9w8K3ayu4/s320/trueblood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495577659891465442" /></a><br /><br /><br />I love this show so much. Too much. It's sexy, haunting, edgy and raw. <br />The Vampires are real, they don't sparkle. <br /><br />The Vampires on this show are out in the open Vampires. A society where you can buy a blood subsitute in glass bottles called "Tru Blood" funnily enough. <br /><br />The characters are sexy and flawed and can also be a little bit stupid. It's set in a small town in the south, so there are a few god fearing characters added to the mix as well.<br /><br />It's genius. If you haven't watched it yet, I strongly suggest you do!<br /><br /><br /><strong>THE MISFITS </strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofTQx4FApzGBgBKxRDigS8_j7TEnnhnzf2h4ejuRV2CPyL57dSwULFT1l19VKhUxBmUoFfI1-BlLsn-xjmfmt8w_53ezZ1GWfKo4PEn5xY2vTH38_yb55_IBDHvEkVX3U9e2YprX02aY/s1600/themisfits.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofTQx4FApzGBgBKxRDigS8_j7TEnnhnzf2h4ejuRV2CPyL57dSwULFT1l19VKhUxBmUoFfI1-BlLsn-xjmfmt8w_53ezZ1GWfKo4PEn5xY2vTH38_yb55_IBDHvEkVX3U9e2YprX02aY/s320/themisfits.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495579733557886146" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is a new found show I love! It's only been on NZ screens for 2 weeks but already I adore it! It's British for a start so the humour is deliciously different.<br /><br />It's about a bunch of young offenders sentenced to community work, one day while working out their time a big lightening storm hits and they end up getting some pretty unique abilities..<br /><br />The characters are wicked (I mean that in a good way, sometimes) The loudmouth, The Chav, The Bad Girl, The Weirdo and a fallen from grace future olympian. <br /><br /><br /><strong>DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnrLPJqxCZqVkN6yFoNgyAWBUBCI0aX_8TtfnAvTJHHIG-b3Usp3xPaX0umLfTANInIqlaMMBI3mhHkN7yjEr67d92YvCw488SvEkOxBgpgdgN1WoBjWYOLaaOiqds122RVW-83TJbVA/s1600/desperatehouswives.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsnrLPJqxCZqVkN6yFoNgyAWBUBCI0aX_8TtfnAvTJHHIG-b3Usp3xPaX0umLfTANInIqlaMMBI3mhHkN7yjEr67d92YvCw488SvEkOxBgpgdgN1WoBjWYOLaaOiqds122RVW-83TJbVA/s320/desperatehouswives.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495581811882539490" /></a><br /><br /><br />I wasn't sure if I should put this in here, considering the last season has disappointed me. <br /><br />But, I loved it for the first few series.<br /><br /><br /><strong>GO GIRLS</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysp_o1tV1IfV0Yn-qjnSc88RLQ2lKg_g8lRHGsrPCD_8VIv8pYnKMroV2282zYL3Z9zQ3ihEmVMOYNWBGdpYoiylnSmQf6r_o7e1lvr3_wj-XX8zDOo6qi-kOuuaoSoU8vUcTUdnb_L8/s1600/gogirls.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysp_o1tV1IfV0Yn-qjnSc88RLQ2lKg_g8lRHGsrPCD_8VIv8pYnKMroV2282zYL3Z9zQ3ihEmVMOYNWBGdpYoiylnSmQf6r_o7e1lvr3_wj-XX8zDOo6qi-kOuuaoSoU8vUcTUdnb_L8/s320/gogirls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495583099349582562" /></a><br /><br />I adore this Kiwi show.<br /><br />A bunch of girls (and one guy) live on the North Shore and had goals they wanted to achieve in one year. These goals have changed each season, so far there have been 2 seasons and a 3rd is on it's way, YES!<br /><br />The characters are loveable but can be quite infuriating at the same time. Just like normal life. <br /><br /><br /><strong>SHORTLAND STREET</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzG1CLhzeF96aoh-d_iF2uYkHBpiSN-O8_er_yreKcUs93rLUQHb4wPMS2SRvPYcrhvtrNKuI0tXPVdEv_CTcTkpn5mp7HG0WFOi8ppyuPfV3Oph0F9WXR_T8u66R1jON7oT_TS_33q4/s1600/shortland.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJzG1CLhzeF96aoh-d_iF2uYkHBpiSN-O8_er_yreKcUs93rLUQHb4wPMS2SRvPYcrhvtrNKuI0tXPVdEv_CTcTkpn5mp7HG0WFOi8ppyuPfV3Oph0F9WXR_T8u66R1jON7oT_TS_33q4/s320/shortland.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495881517275151794" /></a><br /><br />I freakin' love Shortland Street. It's been a part of my life for 18 years. It's classic Kiwiana now. <br /><br />I remember when it first started, with bad hair and bad dialogue. I can hear you, you're saying "What's Changed?" I can tell you ALOT. If you don't believe me watch the first year episodes! <br /><br />That's the thing with Shorty, Some Kiwis like to pretend they don't like it, when really they love it. <br /><br />Me? I stand proud and call myself a Shorty Lover for life.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-67926689893107884672010-07-17T18:22:00.000-07:002010-07-17T18:27:44.527-07:00Thieves in our midstAdmittedly, I don't live in the greatest area of town but in saying that I don't live in the WORST part of town either. <br /><br />Ever since we moved in here, we have had trouble with theft. It doesn't seem to matter what it is, if it's there, they'll take it. <br /><br />It started with a cute pen on the back porch, the neighbours kids jumped the fence and took it. I know it's only a pen, but it's the principle right?<br /><br />My stepsons bike got pinched a month or so ago, we got it back (luckily). <br /><br />Today my stepsons bike got pinched AGAIN from inside the garage in daylight and someone was home all day. WTF? It makes us sound very unobservant but I actually pride myself on being reasonably observant! After all, it was my ears that noticed someone taking the bike the first time! <br /><br />Also, today 2 pairs of shoes have gone missing. The crim obviously needed some shoes to decorate his new ride. <br /><br />I know that doesn't sound like much, but we haven't even lived here that long!<br /><br />I feel like I'm in the Bronx.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-4421348083385704202010-07-13T04:04:00.001-07:002010-07-13T20:10:13.996-07:00Things That Weird Me Out #1 : HugsHugs.<br /><br />The word can actually make me nervous.<br /><br />It's not that I dislike hugs, I just feel there is a time and a place for them. I allow very few people to hug me. People allowed to hug me are: My Partner, My Daughter and occasionally family.<br /><br />It is typically Aspergers of me. But I don't think that is all I could put it down too.<br /><br />Hugs just scare me. Someone moving in with their arms outstretched wanting to wrap their arms around you. It's awkward. I'm standing there thinking "Oh shit, please don't hug me" "oh shit, they're moving in, fuccccck I guess I have to attempt this otherwise they will be offended..., just do it quickly and get it over with!" A hug is simply not worth all that angst and thought for me!<br /><br />So If I haven't seen you in a long time, please don't hug me. A simple "Hello" will suffice perfectly. I feel no need to hug you, you are my friend, not my partner or lover or child. Physical affection is just not neccesary in a friendship. Well, not for me.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-74562026975635970052010-07-12T18:13:00.000-07:002010-07-12T18:27:37.982-07:00This may be another feel sorry for myself post.ARGHHH, this business with my "friend" is driving me crazy!<br /><br />I thought we were tight, I hate being wrong.<br /><br />I will try and give you a brief overview of what went down...<br /><br /><br />Ok, so I had this friend. We met on the Britney forums about 5 years back. We connected as we were both living in NZ and a shared love of Queen Britney. Our humour was exclusive, who else on the mostly american Britney boards was going to get Kiwi Humour?<br /><br />We talked online heaps, he became a friend to me and I to him. He was shy and eventually confided in me why. He was in a wheelchair and could feel pretty insecure at times about this.<br /><br />It was only last year in November that we actually met for the first time. We were going to go see Britney together! You can't beat a first meeting like that! It was all expenses paid, for me by him. He made one of my dreams come true. To see Britney in concert, I never thought I would be so lucky!<br /><br />We had a blast in Australia, it was one of the best times I have ever had.<br />I felt that out friendship was now officially solidified.<br /><br />So I couldn't quite understand when about a week ago things went sour.<br /><br />It was something silly, ridiculous. Nothing to lose a friendship over!<br /><br />He got angry at me, I told him to Grow Up. Probably not the greatest thing for me to have said, but I said it. He made me cry, I emailed him trying to make things better and sent him text messages. All to no reply.<br />I don't even know if he got the e-mail as he probably blocked me on MSN just like he did on Twitter.<br /><br />Maybe I was a shitty friend? Maybe I expected too much from him?<br /><br />All I can say is, I TRIED to be there for him. Looking back now, he never really let me in anyway.<br /><br />I will miss him and will probably be trying to figure this out for a long while yet.<br /><br />I guess I should just let him go.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-84710982795829097942010-07-09T03:27:00.000-07:002010-07-09T03:36:55.251-07:00Another one bites the dust...,Friends that is.<br /><br />Perhaps I just expect too much.<br /><br />I know we had a great holiday together, one of the best times I have ever ever had. After that, it kept dwindling, it got harder and harder to make contact, harder and harder to make sense of it.<br /><br />Yeah, I was jealous. How could I not be? You showered devotion on the one person who could never return it. Someone who you paid for their time. You never would have had to pay for my time. I would have been a friend, a real friend.<br /><br />You forgot my birthday, even though I reminded you a few days earlier. Yes, I know when yours is. 10th december. Even now it looks like we aren't friends I will still remember it.<br /><br />I cared about you. I worried about you getting hurt. I listened to you. When I decided to do something about something you had told me, you got mad. It made no sense and I was sick of all the bullshit. I told you our friendship was over. Because it seemed like it ended a long time ago. I couldn't understand you, you were more emotional than myself.<br /><br />All the times I needed you, I needed you as a friend, just someone to talk too. Shit you could have just texted me back, at least then I would know you cared a little bit.<br /><br />So, it looks like that's it. Thank you for the good time we did have. I'm sad to see it go but it looks like the end of the road for us.<br /><br />seeya, MichaelaMikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-88888920765486197732010-07-03T02:16:00.000-07:002010-07-03T02:31:10.036-07:00Friends & Growing up AspergersGood Friends are hard to find<br /><br />They are even harder to keep.<br /><br /><br />Growing up Aspergers was hard, not just on me, but on my whole family.<br />(I need to acknowledge them so they know I AM aware of what I put them through, and even though I could not control it, I am sorry.)<br /><br />Back to the topic at hand, Friends.<br /><br />I remember having a couple of friends at primary school when things were innocent and kids didn't care about the fact you were a bit odd.<br />The important things were deciding who was going to be the pink power ranger and who had the newest my little pony.<br /><br />As I got older, probably about 8 years old and up it got gradually harder. People noticed I was weird, that I didn't act like other kids, that some things I just didn't understand.<br />The art of social interaction being one of them. I tried to fit in, but I failed.<br />Mum even bought me a cabbage doll so the other kids would let me play with them. Apparantly it was the wrong kind of cabbage patch doll and I was outcast even more.<br />I am pleased to say though, that my daughter now owns the doll and loves it! (just like I did.)<br /><br />At 12, I was diagnosed with Aspergers Syndrome and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, something my parents already knew but in the 80's Autistic Spectrum disorders were nowhere near talked about or in the media as much.<br /><br />I had a couple of friends at intermediate but often said the wrong thing and put myself in the dog box with them. This continued throughout school, eventually I left school at age 15. The bullying was too much to bear and my parents were very concerned for my safety.<br /><br />Being Aspergers has made it very hard for me to connect with people and have friendships that last. A problem several others like myself find also.<br /><br />One day, I will have friends and they will get me.<br /><br />Well, I sure hope so.Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-35963700998601489602010-06-19T01:38:00.000-07:002010-06-30T00:58:22.512-07:00My Top 5 ..... Albums.My Top Five albums! There are heaps more than 5 that I adore... but these are the ones that influenced (can I say that? I'm not a celebrity..) or mean a lot to me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488470374748534578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh0iH7NGGs024sE-F3QNdXjlNGAd72hBTf3bnF80jvHpmRqSeoza_JDtdbgItJTZCNd7VW1E_pR0EVMijrSB7HAcOUdOJL3FMzgYc_2tYx2Q-hwURTMlpjk7MmZTPWS6fmPhXw7lj1Mxs/s320/medusa.jpg" />Annie Lennox - Medusa (1995)</p><p>I discovered this album a few years ago, because a friend was playing it when I went over to visit. I instantly fell in love. Annie's husky voice entranced me.</p><p>It's actually a cover album, but she sings every song as if it were her own.</p><p>I bought the album, and it relaxes me so much.</p><p>Some of the topics are quite deep and hard hitting, "A thin line between love and hate" about a woman who abuses her husband. An amazing song. </p><p>"Don't let it bring you down" was featured on the movie "American Beauty". A haunting song to match an equally haunting movie.</p><p>Annie is truly a legend.<br /><br /><br /></p><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488468145826779314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVDkfXDJFrWNZ4dZ6kVZiLFzzvJiATqTVV-RrxHxVcoUOZgJc4SPa-GUPRi9ATDjphPQIItT313gBrYomtkeZzp1ToqF9XlSIyqYPbcZb52lYlvZvykUCP-fZbuOxXtBd2sfxBsS_Zyjk/s320/britn.jpg" />Britney Spears - Oops I did it again (2000)</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Although I liked Britney from the beginning (Baby one more time) this was the album that really got me fanatic about Britney. </div><br /><div>I remember singing along to "Stronger", listening to it when someone broke my heart (teenage love). Listening to "Lucky", thinking it was about me, and thinking that is how Britney must have felt at times.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Standout Tracks - "Lucky" "Don't go knockin' on my door" "Stronger"</div><div><br /> </div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488464725374989474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSjxIKiI6yHgpG6S9wjj6iyiTaL6_TniFeWWIwSkv6xOspy_hT4o1pdOQb4Jf8LESdrtwm3wWdXfpBvm_8o92OrzmgVLDr7O4EcuSoyIT8hKHDblsVMAY2l1Ik5htZ8QVSnTxYu-xUqk/s320/fion.jpg" />Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine (2005)</div><br /><br /><p>"If there was a better way to go then it would find me, I can't help it the road just rolls out behind me, be kind to me, or treat me mean, I'll make the most of it I'm an Extroadinary Machine"</p><p>It's like all these songs are written about me, they're not of course, it's just Fiona Apple being an amazing songwriter and artist. When an album can make you feel like it's all about you, no matter what stage of your life it is, is surely an incredible feat! </p><br /><p>Fiona sings so sullenley, with so much passion yet with a detached tone only she could manage. </p><br /><p>Standout tracks "O' Sailor" "Extraordinary Machine" "Window" "Get him back"<br /><br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487277669587590082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPNH4XXDhbSkbHkiHFs1Xe274-in37in7MjF3xeKA2_YI1O2KksMCyqhx8BFeEzfMmrt3Z8TORlL0I0AJoUJaNb__ysMt_pdNEuBdQT_UOOxxmNluLzjOGQ5MjsBUAUs36Se_uBAtE0ao/s320/anika.jpg" />Anika Moa - Thinking Room (2001)<br /><br />The debut album from our very own Anika Moa. She is gorgeous.</p><br /><p>I fell in love with this album from the very first time I heard it. Although it's not Anika's favourite album she made (says it's nothing like her, more like her record company told her what to do) I still adore it. </p><p>I really can't pick any standout tracks, they are all amazing!<br /></p><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484402054677351138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaa8qpNW7nPf_XLGH3Qy_EiIvZwW6_04piLArheMi1tSTDZTIMeL3knOa_BgB3cOLXuZZ81EtPQoVOEREHQdweo1SpVifq5UAk5uZZVPbVGw85mv50dSdKf4YG6h8CqmtsQqwsrbDnX6E/s320/jewelp.jpg" />Jewel - Pieces of You (1995)</div><br /><br /><div>I adore this album. All the songs are amazing, and Jewel sings so beautifully, with such passion.</div><br /><div>The memories I have of this album are my mum driving me to school with this album playing on the way. I hated school, it was awful. Every morning before school I felt physically sick. Therefore this album has a range of emotions and memories for me. Riding in the car with my mother trying to analyze the lyrics and meanings of the song "Adrian" (if you have never heard it, listen to it!) What happened to Adrian? This song can really bring tears... </div><br /><br /><div>"I'm sensitive" is another favourite. At a time when I never felt confident in who I was, or even liked who I was. This song was (and still is) very comforting for me. The lyrics are amazing. </div><br /><br /><div>Some lyrics are "I was thinking, if we're told we're bad, then that's the only idea we'll ever have" </div><br /><br /><div>It really is an amazing album, you're missing out if you haven't heard it. </div><div> </div><div>Standout Tracks - "Adrian" "I'm sensitive" "Little sister"<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div>Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1403187588410998403.post-6300388903967226742010-06-11T22:04:00.000-07:002010-06-11T22:15:28.026-07:00Sex and the City 2 - worst movie ever made?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4njyi9a-q4k6qKpeztsgs1I4GSD5kHgl8zX2wSzpLCJu0NWwc-KTby_mtKwoKVIpI0j_DImLuV2XAPhfeBVQvdgGeegBywu828o8LXbbE_IxNzSZaSXGZ5Ud9VJvE05F5BKimAT6-H8/s1600/sex_and_the_city_2_poster.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481749018857754498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4njyi9a-q4k6qKpeztsgs1I4GSD5kHgl8zX2wSzpLCJu0NWwc-KTby_mtKwoKVIpI0j_DImLuV2XAPhfeBVQvdgGeegBywu828o8LXbbE_IxNzSZaSXGZ5Ud9VJvE05F5BKimAT6-H8/s320/sex_and_the_city_2_poster.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div>Ew, this movie was a whole lot of yuck!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I think this movie has put women and feminism backwards... It truly is disgusting. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I never was a fan of the TV series, but went to see the movie with a friend anyway. Most of the laughs I had were when fellow movie goers piped up with things like "SHE LOOKS LIKE A MAN!" (that would be Carrie, btw)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Here's a rundown of the ever so ................. characters. (left blank for your choice of adjectives) </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Carrie - Ageing New Yorker who is never satisfied... with anything. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Samantha - Vulgar 50+ woman who says disgusting things "Lawrence of my labia" ... oh, are you serious?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Charlotte - Mum with 2 kids who can't cope even with a full time nanny. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>Miranda - The least annnoying character of the lot. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Plot : 4 old friends live in new york, go to abu dhabi for a holiday, they drink cocktails, offend </div><div>local culture and tradition and then go back home. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>There, I have saved you from having to endure this 2 1/2 hour shitfest.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>You can thank me anytime.</div>Mikokikohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08093507044076505182noreply@blogger.com2