Blues vs Western Force

Blues were playing against Western Force at the Harbour Stadium. My Mum bought tickets to the game for her, Dad, Curtis (brother), Hayley (sister) and Uncle Mike. My Uncle had come over to New Zealand from Canada and my Mum thought he would like to go to to a Super 14 game, this was one of the main reasons for going. The game started at 5:30, but we went to Albany just before four, because even though it was a Blues game the parking would be hard to find. When we arrived there on the clear day the sun was beatind down on my head and it felt blistering hot. As I looked around I saw almost everyone in jeans and long sleeved tops, I could imagine how trapped I would feel in those close. Busting to rip out, but then realising where I was.

Before the game started the crowd knew the blues would win, and it looked as though they would but the game took a turn in the second half. The first half had been succsessfuly tackled, we were up by ten but it spiraled down in the second. It looked like the Blues had almost lost intrest in the game and it became very slow. Even though they were playing poorly every tackle or pass they made the crowd would cheer.

Throughout the game the blues cheerleaders would walk around the stadium doing their little dances. To be honest they looked absolutely pathetic. There were no flips, cartwheels, pyramids absolutely no tricks. At half time they did a dance in the middle of the field which almost looked like a lap dance. I could see no talent. The crowd seemed to be getting the same vibe because after every dance there was a tiny clap, like the at a bowling club. These cheerleaders could not compare to those from the States especially.

In the end the Blues lost by ten, the final score was 27-17. Everyone was disapointed, but it was better than a night in.

[Mr Moss was there!]

Scars of the Heart

At school we had been learning about all the sorrow, excitement, reasonings and lives lost in the first great war. World War I began in August 1914, sparked by the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand. Austria-Hungary had taken control over a small country, Bosnia in hopes of making Austria-Hungary a great empire. The trouble was the Serbians and Bosnians living in this unimportant country wanted to be a part of their allied country, Serbia. A Bosnian-Serb terrorist group didn't like this at all and decided to fight back. They were called The Black Hand, these men planned to kill the heir to the Austria-Hungary empire, Franz Ferdinad. The Black Hand's plan was successfully carried out and created a huge out break. In a domino like effect one country after another declared war one another.

In search of coming to a deeper understanding with the great war four year ten classes were to go to the Auckland War Memorial Museum. The trip was held on Friday, the 14th of March. Scheduled to leave Before nine am and return just on fourth block. Everyone from 10SCHE was fulled with anticipation, for the class was getting split into two and no one knew who would be with who. It turned out that the first letter of a persons last name would determine which class they would go into. To my luck it turned out I was grouped with Tash, Steph, Cerise and Emelia.

At the museum the five of us filled out worksheets asking a range of questions which required us to to do all sorts of things. From listening to a recording through a phone to searching models for answers. The exhibition we stayed around was called 'Scars of the Heart'. We breezed through the sheets and finished the activities with ease, which left us with alot of free time to look through the museum. Trenches were made to show us what it would be like to be a soldier during these times of filth, dust and despair. By the end of the trip I did feel as though I came out with alot more knowledge of the men who went to fight for their country in the war.

Vanquish over Hayley

Hayley, my sister, asked Ms Wilson how I was doing in class. She told Hayley (more or less along the lines of) that I had more spunk than her. That I just speak my mind and its great. She said Hayley has spunk but I have more. I beat Hayley

Soak in the glory! Some words explaining what I did with that one. I, Courtney beat out, thrashed, trounce, took vanquish over Hayley. Thank you for telling me Hayley, you were defeated.

[I'm thinking spunk is a good thing..?]

Hawaii.. At least the sky is blue

Sitting on my deck I can see Matakatia, Gulf Harbour Marina, Rangitoto, the City and an outline of the landscape sitting on the ocean far away. The veiw is breathtaking and pituresque, especially on such a clear day. But this is all familliar, not new, not exciting. The boats come and go, the weather changes but everything else stays the same. I wish I was somewhere that I had never been, somewhere exciting and new. I wish I was in Hawaii.

I can imagine being on a small island. Sitting on a beach of soft white sand, and gazing out at the cerulen blue water. When I turn around I can see a beach resort, which is where I am staying. Small huts are spread around where people are seated with bright tropical fruit and drinks in hand. Past the huts I can see a big swimming pool of intricate design. There is a waterfall, of which does not look man made at all. Among the people I can not see one sad face, everyone looks happy and propserous, showing these emotions on their faces. Even the staff are smiling big and are all dressed up, not a hair out of place.

I wish I was there. But when I open my eyes I am still here, sitting in front a laptop, writing about where I long to be. I wish I was in Hawaii but at least the sky is blue.

Don't stop, just run

A scillinating sun greeted me as I woke up that Sunday morning. My Dad was standing in my room and my alarm clock had set off. Then I remembered, it was time for a run. It was 7:30 and I felt so tired, drained of all energy. But against all odds I stood up. I could see the lack of sympathy my Dad had for me. He was blissful and ready as he would ever be to run up and down the many hills of Gulf Harbour and Army Bay.

Downstairs I stretched my feeble muscles, I was physically ready but definately not mentally pumped to go. 'Lets go Courtney, Good run today, good run', my Dad encouraged me standing in the doorway. I unwillingly walked up the driveway and out onto the main road. Cars sped past making loud noises, spreading fuses into the air, but it still smelt fresh. We started to run I played the route in my mind, steep hill, straight, downhill. This cycle went through many times, i loathed the up hill, could go on forever on the straight and downhill was always a peice of cake.

Starting to run was the worst part, the process of getting all the muscles and joints in the body warmed up. After about ten minutes my muscles and the pace we were going at felt comftorable. A couple hills had been tackled, but still so many more to go. I saw a wine bottle left on the side of the road and told myself until you see that bottle again you are not allowed to stop. This meant running all the way around Gulf Harbour and back up Army bay non-stop. The sun was bright in the sky and I savoured every bit of shade I could get, I was hot enough as it was.

I grew to become very tired, but once I had past thirty minutes I felt as if I could go on forever. Along the way my Dad would ask how I was doing, if I needed a rest or if I wanted to go faster or slower. Every time he would ask out of pure kindness, but my fatigued limbs made me feel aggravated. I could feel a dragon rage within me but I would bite my tounge not to say anything, for there was no reason nor point. My legs told me to stop, take a breather just for a couple seconds, but I kept telling myself its almost over, don't stop, just run.

A blog for the simple minded

Ever since I learnt of my atrocious fate I had been avoiding, hiding and tearing apart everything in my path to stop it from becomming real. Fate, meaning 'an event that will inevitably happen in the future'. I now realise that if this is the truth, I will have to come face to face with it. But what is my fate? This is my fate. My blog.

As Ms Wilson shows the class time and time again the blogs of other people anxiety permeates through my whole body. I can feel the perturb, trouble and cark up to the tips of my hair and fingernails. But why do i feel this? It seems as if the Shakespear in everyone is coming out, even in the most unexpected people, including my very own sister. If my words don't come out as gracefully or fluent what will become of this? If my thoughts don't come across as gracile, elegent or lissome what will become of this? I'll tell you what will, Ms Wilson will. Would I be doing it wrong? These thoughts overlay my mind for days.

I decided to speak my mind and I questioned the style, quality and quantity of writing which were in these mini Shakespears' blogs. She replied, to my releif that it was not expected for everyone to become or to write alike them, everyone has different talents not all are natural born writers. To this answer I have decided that I am going to write it as it is. Becuase after all it is my blog, it will be as I choose. I choose a blog for the simple minded.