Living with Kirsten day 305

Whilst flicking channels and catching Christmas in the Park with Petra Bagus as MC

Kirsten (my flatmate): Ben Hur, that’s one celebrity I would like to meet one day
Justin: Who?
Kirsten: Petra Bagus
Justin: Oh I thought you said Ben Hur
Kirsten: I hardly even know who that is!
Justin: (silent pause...)
He’s a famous musician.
Kirsten: yeah... so what songs does he sing?
Justin: (thinking... she’s being sarcastic)
He sings ‘the wheels on the bus go round and round’.
Kirsten: what, nobody sings that, its a kids song
Justin: (thinking... is this really working, hehehe oh what fun)
So, it had to come from somewhere. He was really big in the 50’s
Kirsten: Really
Justin: Lots of kids songs are classics... like ‘we all live in a yellow submarine’
Kirsten: Really who sung that?
Justin: The Beatles
Kirsten: See! why do people like the Beatles when they sing songs like that!
Justin: They have other songs like, all you need is love... do do dododo

20 minutes later

Justin: Hey Kirsten you know all that about Ben Hur... it wasn’t true.
Kirsten: aw what, ha ha ha! so who is he then?
Justin: He’s a fictional character from a movie
Kirsten: ha ha ha...
Justin: I think he drives chariots
Kirsten: Chariots? your just making that up.
Justin: what its true! Its like a Roman epic
Kirsten: A Roman epic! Ha, Whatever! now I really don’t believe you!
Justin: No its the truth
Kirsten: No your just making it up, I cant trust you anymore.
Justin: Well what else am I supposed to say when its true!?
I cant believe this is happening, Im so going to blog about this.
Kirsten: Im going to look it up on the internet tomorrow
Justin: Just ask Jared (other flatmate, in his room)
Kirsten: No he wont know
Justin: Yes he will, ask anyone, even a five year old would know...
because they know his songs ha ha ha!

20 min later

Jared: So I hear Ben Hur writes good songs
Justin and Jared: Tehehehehehe

P.S Im goin to Hamilton today, just pretend its Fiji baby

FridaySaturdaySunday

I got “tagged”
which means according to unavoidable laws of the universe I must confess 5 weird habits. But I don’t have any weird habits, all my habits are just normal to me. So I asked some flatmates and lab mates and came up with some.

1) I say weird things – supposedly that’s a habit
2) I shake my leg when im sitting down – other people do this but supposedly not as much or as vigorously as me.
3) I flush my dental floss down the toilet
4) I text my brother all my random thoughts and about random things I happen to come across in daily life
5) I recognise a Michael Jackson song in 1 second, and I am happy again

oh man I just feel like there is so much I have not blogged about. I have had such a great weekend. It has been the first weekend in as long as I can remember that I have done no lab work. So catch up mode.

Friday
I had a great meeting with my supervisor; I love having one on one meetings with her because I always feel leaving so much better about my research! Then we had Microbiology Christmas BBQ in which I won a Man’s Holdall i.e. a toiletries bag, yay! Then I played Risk with 3 other lab mates, on the floor in the lab. None of them knew how to play, I thrashed. Watched ‘Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind’ such a cool movie, and ‘Charlotte Grey’ an OK movie.

Saturday
Was very interesting. I finished the stunning ‘To the Lighthouse’ by Virginia Woolf, which I borrowed from the gumtree lady, this book is thrilling and not because of the plot. It was so beautiful, a joy to read. The first half of the day was pretty standard and pretty good. Then at 3pm everything changed. I was helping a friend move flats and there was like 15 of us helping move stuff. so I was going to leave cause I mean they could handle it. But was awesome cause I didn’t leave and I ended up hanging out with a whole bunch of people I hardly knew and having a great time. box + bed relocating, BBQ, beach, dessert, great conversation. It was funny cause we all thought that everyone else knew each other, but turned out that nobody really knew more than 3 people, except the link which was Kylie who invited us all. I learnt a lot from this day.

Sunday
Well Sunday. the children in our church are sooo cool. yeah they did a massive dance for us and they got some adults on stage to dance too, including pastors, which was highly entertaining. Picnic on the grass behind Royal tce, in the Sun. bumped into one of the guys I just meet on Saturday so invited him along. ah summer time. helped Joface finish off cleaning the Royal tce flats. The highlight of which was the guys freezer. There was Ice and lots of it, mostly stuck to the roof. Instead of just waiting for it to melt I set about devising strategies to speed the process along. These included, boiling water in a pan which produced steam, but really wasn’t that successful. dipping my scrapper in boiling water, using an iron to melt it away and placing a 5 fin oil heater inside the freezer. I had even grader ideas but apparently these were not feasible. just giving it some time proved the best solution.

And ya know I was thinking later that evening, deep thoughts. What that freezer and that ice represents, to me to you, to cutting edge and more. I mean That Ice its like the rings that show the age of a tree. That ice is a relic of years gone by, of memories of friends of peoples lives, of the privilege I have had of sharing in those lives, those lives so intimately connected to that Ice that freezer, 3 years of ice. That Ice is gone, changed, it has moved on, its not ice anymore its liquid now, its different, free, spread out, maybe it will find its self again, but it will never again be that same unique accumulation of water as ice in that freezer. And so I was, there, at its end at its transition. That freezer will go on and more ice will come and more lives will be shared, and it will probably be cleaned more often.

Lawn of Shame Field of Freedom

Tired, torn, and worn
Fat but thin and bruised by whim
This sin this sin, that livith in
That tears and tempts
This wicked wretch
Torches, scorches what’s already charred
What’s already weeping
What’s weak and lame
It’s all the same this sin this scorn
This lawn of shame

This heart that is broken,
From lies it beholds
This body is hurting,
From stress taking toll
Stop hiding, stop lying, stop bearing this pain
Let light in thy darkness
Start hoping, start opening, start calling his name
Be loved by a saviour
Believe in forgiveness
Field of his freedom
Be changed, unfold

When Adam's Flesh and Adam's bone sits in Cair Paravel in throne, the evil time will be over and done.

That doesnt even rhyme properly!

There is a 7am screening of The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe at Hoyts in Dunedin. why? why would they do that? who would go to that? am I missing something, is there some group in Dunedin society that would actually go to that screening, are they targeting a different audience. The people that want to see a movie before they start work at 10am? or 9am but dont care about being an hour late? The earliest I have been to see a movie is 10am, on a Saturday, by myself. Enlighten me.

I thought this movie was good, but could have been better. Not up to LOTR standard it was looking a bit cheap at times. I do love the names C.S. Lewis uses like Narnia, Aslan, Caspian, Tumnus and Cair Paravel.

Ugly but not for long

I would like to start of by saying. Thanks to Gus who saved my blog from humiliation. I messed up the HTML a bit and everything turned ugly. I tried to figure it out myself but didn’t really know what to do so I called Gus who sorted it out wonderfully, thanks Gus you rock!

also I want to share that the new Mizone sports water bottle design is just perfect. it is so slim and functional, yet still holds a massive 800ml. Whoever designed this baby deserves a promotion and respect. Im really happy cause it fits snugly in my carrier on my bike un like other bottles that try to be hot with big curves and all. Real bottles shouldn’t curve bigger than the bike carrier! Mizone’s innovative bottle ensures you not only get the benefit of water with crisp flavour and 5 essential vitamins, but its unique grip also ensures faster hydration to get you into your zone.

Final poll results for ‘your face is…’

0% simply the best, better than all the rest
8% so hot right now
17% your feet
33% my face
42% a tall poppy

I dont have much to add except... where are all the vain people?

Notice the new poll, and oh it’s a tough choice with so many great options. Only one vote though, you better think about it, vote wisely, god could take our collective opinion into consideration… its about time for a scenic change.

oh how I would perfection them to exist

I have the hiccups and also had them earlier this morning at which time I tried to rid them by my special technique. Which did not works especially well this time. I thought it was a special technique but now Im think its um I don’t know what. Still special but just not 100% successful.

Today was early. 4.45am earliest this year it is likely. People still call talkback radio at 4.45am, and people still listen. One lady pushed the burglar out of her house, he was doped up, so matter of factly she said it, I thought she was brave. Tried to do what I was supposed to do on Friday but had some more issues, different but more. Today is not like Friday though because I just moved on without feeling too bad. Oh well things don’t work, its research. 2 years later and Im only just realising that its normal for things to screw up and not work how I would perfection them to exist. Results come but some don’t and some come but don’t look like the ones I would perfection to exist.

Sometimes I am pretty hard on myself so I feel. Like a perfectionist who cant be bothered to do the work to exist things into how I would perfection them is how I feel. That’s the worst kind to be. Say if I did the work and met the standards then that might be logical. Or if I dropped standards to match my work ethic. But to maintain the high standards and the slack she’ll be rightness its do0m of frustration. Things don’t always go right its to learn form these that is right. Not to fret from failed perfection that does not exist.

Artists dress like rugs and wallpaper with bits and pieces and prints and colours and slashes and funkiness, and nail polish Their flare is expressed in their garmets of choice, they read their books and chat about morphed abstractial ideals how plain and Hallensteins I look as I walk about, though I am not wearing any Hallensteins. Physics lecturers wear knitted woollen vests and have grey beards and are balding. How vastly different are the thoughts these two minds dwell upon, tho sometimes not. I visited the polytech art school exhibition because Jo had a display. My favourite part was going into the portal that took you from the light into the darkness. It was like the Stargate or the Narnia wardrobe, and just as real! Oh and there was a display inspired by Microbiology, but then again what isn’t?

basking in all its gloom

Right now it is raining out side. And Im looking forward to biking home in the rain. Ill be biking in the rain… what a glorious feeling Ill be wet but happy again. I just had a 3 hour meeting which I excused myself from early (early gosh, can you believe leaving after 3hrs is actually early!) because by that stage I wasn’t of much assistance to what was being discussed. Anyway it was a good meeting for the first two hours. Oh I hope it doesn’t stop raining, Im peeking out the window and the rain is not as heavy as it could be, If im going to get wetted lets just make it worth it. I might have to go through a few extra puddles or something. Strange this feeling is, why do I want to get wet? Maybe so I can feel good about getting dry again at the end? And have a shower. I don’t know. My unhappiness from Friday has drifted over and through all I have done this weekend and I think I might be hiding from god. Ughhhnesss, I will have to confront thisss. Maybe that’s why Im in the mood for a good rainstorm. As if nature is truly expressing how I feel, and these feelings draw me to droplets felled from grey skies, to be united with the storm, basking in all its gloom, bring on lightning thunder wind, power, emotion, wet.

You should go back to 1982 when you were set to be a big star!

this wont be long because I have had a stress full day and I want to go home. Since I know you are so interested in what made it stress filled, well I know but at the same time I dont. I got up at 6.15am so I could be at the lab by 7.30 because I was about to embark on a 14hr day doing a mammoth experiment, but I mixed up some samples, and at about 11am I decided It wasnt worth continuing. so I gave up on that experiment. It was frustrating at the time, I thought I would have been able to move on, but I feelt stressed for most of the day. To take my mind of things I had lunch with Scott and sent lots of txts to people. Anyway its home time now. Im considering watching Finding Nemo, something comforting. I was initially considering something science fiction, but dont feel like anything too long. anyway I might not watch anything.

Vote for Pedro! your face is pedro! well thats not an option, but your face is something, so vote in the ultra cool poll in the right hand column. I will come up with a new one at least once a week. Its a chance to have your say, see where you fit, and let the majority rule!