Brunei!

So we have ben traveling all day. Were sitting in Brunei waiting for our next plane to come get us. The movies suck, but I found some cool soundtracks to listen to. The Juno soundtracks on there! Woohoo. Go alt stuff.
Chris has been getting cabin fever, and every time were given a pillow or one of those "Springrolls" he biffs it at either me or Zara. When I say spring rolls I mean those little flannel things that your given to refresh you or something. To be honest I don't really like those things.
We stopped in australia as well. So we got a good look at the terminal there. Pretty much an extention on NZ, except instead of Kiwis they have abos.
Some random ass dude popped out of nowhere and did a freaky face at me just now. It was rather amusing, if not a little strange.
Well thats all I got o say for now... Hmm, I saw my first butt sprayer here. It freaked me out for a second, but upon second glance it was like seeing an old friend again. Its about 30 degrees here at the moment. I like the heat it feels good. But they pump the AC in here.

See you guys all on another continet or acapela of islands.

The night before The phillipeans

Its also two days after Christmas. Let me get Christmas out of the way first. It was Ok. My nephews and Nieces came back from Myanmar. So christmas was taken out by them this yea. They could hardly stay above the tide line of paper which always inevitably litters the floor during christmas. See During christmas people suddenly loose the whole tidyness thing, and all of a sudden its ok to leave piles of rubbish in the middle of the room like leaves, and half sucked candy canes amongst it, like cat feces.
I have been preparing diligently to leave for Phili. I am geared and ready to go. I did 2 practice packs a week ago and made sure the weight wasn't over limit. I have written action plans and taken phone numbers of the Embassies in Manila and have memorised maps, so now I can draw them by memory, now I wont ever get lost. Ha kidding. I found some clean washing on my bed which I jammed into my bag. I also went for a five minute shuffle around the bathroom and my bedroom looking for things that may be useful to take over there.
It usually takes me ten minutes to pack. So I'm assuming somethings missing.. Hmmm. I guess we'll know all about it when I get over there. Thats the best time to find out you forgot to bring something. Its a perfect excuse to go exploring the local stores by yourself when everyone else is asleep. Heh heh heh >=)
Ok, so while I'm away a lot of things are going on. A comic I'm doing for a website (The website isn't finished yet so I can't link you to it.) will hopefully like my comic and not ask me to change anything on it. Because They won't get a lot of replies in the next three weeks. When I get Matt he'll be a married man. Keir will be married as well coincedentally. What are the chances huh? And I was gonna be best man as well.
Over the past little while I have learned a lot about Gods will and timing. Sometimes its not so much his timing, as it is a lesson in obedience. Its a thought I'm latching onto. I don't like to fail tests. Ha ha.
Hopefully I'll get some good video over in Phili.

In graffiti news lately, Mum met the cut collective by the courthouses as they were doing up the power box there. She got to talk to "trust me" she was as pumped as me about it. Cause she knows How I feel about those guys. Legends!

Henry the maori

Man, If there's one thing allied can supply you with, its a nice handful of the strangest people you will ever meet. All of them hardcases, all of them so lovable. Ha ha. Like the big maori guy, henry, who always has a baleful look on his face, hides his earmuffs up in the ceiling, you have to stand on a toilet to get at them. He was a bit gutted when he couldnt find em. lol. Hold that thought. So to sign in and out (and get paid) you have to wander into this office area, strangly located at the heart of our section (Raw side) and sign in and out on this little time sheet. Thing is at some point someone nicked off with the pen (Which was tied down so no one WOULD steal it(Which just made it more of a challenge I think.))
So now you gotta go hunting through these offices to find a pen. It feelings real dodge running around in the office, I always feel real guilty. In my last day in there Henry Grabbed a pen which was hidden up high above this notice board thing. Apparently he hid a pen there to, because its difficult enough as it is to sign out.
It made me laugh and wonder what his house looks like. Before he leaves he compulsivly puts all valuables just above head hight to put bad guys off from nicking everything. His computers probably nailed to the ceiling. "Screw that, I'm not lifting my arms to get all that stuff.."
Im doing filing for DOC at the moment, just on the corner of K road. Mean beast oi.

Oh yea, ANOTHER CARTOON ALREADY! Yay, this one involves a bit of brain power. Meaning, dont watch it late at night if your tired. YES Leanna, you have to watch it again. Ha ha.

Prepository

The title probably transmorgified itself into a different word cause I'm to smart to just write preperation.
So I got back from headspace, now. TO LIFE!
I got busy and animated, did a few trial animations then released my first biggy since before Thailand. Its the first cartoon in what I hope to be a life time goal. Making animations, comics, and just about any media I can get my hands on and master to glorify the big guy in the sky. Check it out, I'm rather proud of it. Hopefully you can desifer what I mean by broken Champagne bottles (should be relativly easy if you keep in mind this is my cartoon thats launching it all.)
Anyway, I spent a few fevered weeks doing that while also getting my act together, and more importantly my portfolio. Which was bundled off to Massey uni. I had a killer time with the Interviewer there. Whos luck near the end ran out, so she spent a while looking for her pen, then eventually gave up and brought out a handful more pens. Pens are so glorious, yet so annoying, they just dissappear. Either that or everyone assumes they're free. Or they steal them because what goes around comes around. And they have had enough of it going on around them.
Then I had an ever better time meeting one of the head honchos of the Design department. He was pretty cool. We got talking about burma and Thailand cause he lives in that area. Oh man, The news lately.. If you have been watching it, its been pretty intense. I was like, woa, those streets look familiar. Although most of the highways in Bangkok look the same. But I definatly recognized the airport. Ha ha. Hopefully the king will kindly suggest that the prime minister fulla stands down, so people will calm down. Man, Imagine if NZers ever got so passionate about stuff hitting the fan. Our idea of a revolt is driving a tractor up the steps of parlament.
Anyway.. They liked my portfolio of artwork etc. So the design school thinks Im in. Now its a matter of what Masseys beurocrats think of me. Thats the dodge part cause my NCEA stuff is not quite what you would call sterling. Although art is kick ass through the roof.
Hmmm, I gotta go dry dishes, and then go to a meeting about the philipeans. Ill type more junk into this later if your interested.

Jenny Doll Part 1

The kick off, I think I was talking to Hanna, and this was a spin off from our discussion on whether or not people were responsible for what they watched. You can see I am of the opinion your totally responsible for what you say, watch, and do. You can't palm it off onto somebody else and do an "Im the victim" mentality now can you?

Jenny doll ep3

We made a number of vids over the course of this year, im slowly gonna put snippets up for your viewing pleasure, or for your squemish pleasure. I dunno, some of these are a bit graphic. ha ha.

Gone Gone And Coming From

The final weeks flew by. We did the last of our perspectives. Looking back they were a little bit of a drag. But somewhere along the way they did a bit of magic in me somewhere. I want to take on the world, live a missional life, here in a comfortable home, but also in the wide wide world. How can we as christians just sit around and do nothing with what we have been given? Lets use what skills we have to impact the world around us! Lets pray! Lets read our bible. Lets laugh about how we can take the discriptions of the song of solomon literally and think he's courting a woman who is a gazelle with honey dripping out of its mouth and myhr coming out of its hooves! Ha ha. Poetry is fun to rip to shreds mercilessly (also keeps some particularly raunchy imagery at bay.)

When we werent studying (Which wasn't really all that often to be honest) We were running around like headless chickens with blood shot eyes (yea, without a head, but with eyes never the less) staring into computer screens (Yes, Running around, but also being in a static position.) wrestling with non commital programs to make the year book and end of year celebrations a possibility. Ok, quick side note about the year books for the gappers that read this. I was talking to John (If thats his name), the head honcho who deals with all the cash at GCIM, about the pictures. A few picture files were missing from the year book. It was a giant montage of the begining of the year and the Philipeans. Ok so they were apparently ditched because they were so full of kick ass awesomeness that they weren't able to be sent over email (Since their file size verged on mammoth.) the girls spent FOREVER doing them. So I think he's gonna try and print em off himself and send them all to us. So maybe we should be prepared for a little surprise in the mail. Woops. Its not a surprise anymore, well act surprised, so you don't hurt his feelings or something.

Us guys got devious, and a little bored. So we decided to take the girls shower curtains (The showers are in like a corridor so they need to walk past each other.) and then steal their lights out of the toilet, and then the lights out of their room area places. I can't remember if it was before or after that Amy got a pair of Peakies boxers, and a pair of Jess's grundies and stuck them up the flag pole. Unfortunatly for them the camp inspector came that day to check some stuff out at camp. And to him putting undies up the scout flag pole is like sacralage. He was FUMING, muttering under his breath etc. Oops, oh well. Guess the christian gap year program won't be going back to Albany. ha ha. Oh yea. Then we got a pair of amys delicates and pinned them to the ceiling so it looked sorta like a half naked person stuck to the ceiling of the dining room. Funny idea if nothing else. We did a few more but they were a little to mundane to write down. But lets skip forward, back to the narrows. Us guys went to have dinner with Steven and Trisha (Our host parents from doing kiwi fruit.) While we were gone the girls collectively pranked the crap out of us. Im actually quite proud of them. It started with Frank noticing the glad wrap on the toilet seats. and the red bloodied tampons hanging on every single object, and the pads screwed up and pushed into our beds. Girls in general, don't bother with the glad wrap on the toilet seat trick, it doesn't really work with guys, We don't really use the seat. And its survival instinct to look in the toilet first, some guys don't flush. ha ha. Then we found confetti all through our bags, its spread out all over my room at the moment actually. (Don't worry, I actually vacuumed it up.) Then we found and disarmed their (was it?) disinfectant in the shower thingies, oh no, were gonna wash ourselves even more while washing ourselves! Not well thought out ah well. Then there was the salt (or something, I never tasted it) on our tooth brushes (Teeth brushes?) Now that one was a good one. But we didn't fall victim. Now my Fav one they did to us was the Vegemite on the light bulbs, it started smelling funky in our rooms for a while before we figured out what it was. We just nabbed their bulbs and switched em... move back to when frank found the glad wrap in the toilet. Its time for action! Us men had to take a deciseve counter attack, IMMEDIATELY, no time to loose. So we used the glad wrap they so handely left us and got peaky to (Girls, your aloud to skip to the next paragraph if you don't want to read about vulgarity.) take a massive crap in it, and then put it in their sink. The girls came out from watch Mamma mia, seeing we had found their tricks they all were giggling and hiding in their room, I guess they didn't know what to do. Then they started to go into their bathroom. I followed with the camera. Their faces were hilarious! They gagged, they screamed, they ran in shock, They exclaimed, oh my goodness it was worth it. sigh..

That story over lets go back to Albany. Im skating around the building, down a narrow path with a hand rail to my left, my board quickly picks up speed, the gravel, doubled with the incline going to the left makes my board slide out from under me, my legs at about knee hight slam into one of the posts for the hand rail, they then come back onto the path and help to slow me down. A piece of gravel sits neatly at the end of a streak of blue jean scraped onto the concrete. Yay a new hole. I lie on the ground yelling profanities. Frank runs around the corner, " and you wanted me to do that lying down on the skateboard??" "YeeeeesssAAah.. Hang on.. I just gotta walk it off." I try standing, "AAAH, I can't walk it off!" I say as I give up that bad idea. So I then spend the next few days hobbling around like an old man. Stairs were particularly embarrassing to get up and down on. Heh heh. It still sorta hurts when I bend my knees. But don't worry I'm still skating strong. As J was saying about Emo's skating "Yea, of course Emos skate. Its like a new method of self harm."

I dont know what to say now. Things happened so quickly. So many precious memories I should probably write down Im going to leave unspoken, and unwritten. They were good times. We did the end of year celebrations with our parents there. At the end we gathered around and sung. We sung our hearts out for the lord and each other. The girls cried, the guys laughed and played it off. But inside all of us were loosing a huge part of our lives every time someone walked out with all their bags. I lost the community that we had that day, and for 10 months before. People that I had grown with, people that understand EXACTLY where I'm coming from, know almost exactly how I have changed. They shared the life changing God experiences with me. They shared the millions of laughs we had. From Mount Eden to Thailand, they were there beside me. Egging each other on to do Gods work. If at the begining you had asked me if Headspace would change me, I would probably say yes, on an academic level probably. But I didn't think my heart would be ripped out and replaced with an entirely new one. One which would want to serve God hard out. To do his will. To do the huge great big things he wants me to do. To live in a godly relationship, to live a godly life. I didn't just give one year, I gave my entire life. If I had full control over the catch phrase of Headspace it would probably look like this.