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A belated Merry Christmas from Doge.
G.
Saturday, 10 January 2015
A belated Merry Christmas from Doge
My boyfriend got me an EXCELLENT Christmas gift from the States.
A belated Merry Christmas from Doge.
G.
A belated Merry Christmas from Doge.
G.
Tuesday, 6 January 2015
Waiting at the airport
I think one of the best feelings in the world is waiting at the airport for a loved one to arrive home. There must be a constant and thick sense of anticipation in the air at any arrival terminal. Lots of laughter, lots of tears, lots of hugs.
Last week I went to Auckland airport to greet my boyfriend, who had been away in the USA for a month on holiday with his younger brother. He didn't know I was coming, which added to the fun. I hadn't originally set out to surprise him, it just happened that way. Anyway, I timed my arrival to coincide with the expected landing time of his plane. It took a long time for his flight to be processed, so I waited for about an hour for him to come out. I was in a state of excited restlessness the whole time, trying to guess whether he was on his way out by looking at the feet of people I could see under the partition situated through the automatic exit doors.
As I was waiting, it was really neat to see the reunions of strangers all around me. One particularly sweet reunion was of a grandfather and his family. There was a big family with a bunch of kids who each held a balloon, and when the grandfather came out of the exit the kids all ran to him, jumping over and and crawling under the barrier between the waiting area and the exit area, and scrambled and jostled to give him their balloons. The parents were busy taking photos and whooping. It was so heartwarming. What a priceless moment! What joy and pride that grandfather must have felt when he saw his children and grandchildren light up at his arrival. It actually brought me to tears, which I quietly wiped away, with the realisation that I would probably start bawling when my boyfriend finally came out.
That's exactly what happened. The automatic exit doors opened and I saw his brother first, then saw him. He saw me too, and had a look of puzzled joy on his face. Then the tears came. I went round to hug him and couldn't stop crying. A sense of relief and happiness washed over me. He teared up a little as well. It was a wonderful moment. To hold your loved one in your arms after a long period of separation, to laugh and cry with joy at seeing them again - it's beautiful.
I'm already looking forward to the next time I will be waiting at the airport for someone I love to come back to me.
G.
Last week I went to Auckland airport to greet my boyfriend, who had been away in the USA for a month on holiday with his younger brother. He didn't know I was coming, which added to the fun. I hadn't originally set out to surprise him, it just happened that way. Anyway, I timed my arrival to coincide with the expected landing time of his plane. It took a long time for his flight to be processed, so I waited for about an hour for him to come out. I was in a state of excited restlessness the whole time, trying to guess whether he was on his way out by looking at the feet of people I could see under the partition situated through the automatic exit doors.
As I was waiting, it was really neat to see the reunions of strangers all around me. One particularly sweet reunion was of a grandfather and his family. There was a big family with a bunch of kids who each held a balloon, and when the grandfather came out of the exit the kids all ran to him, jumping over and and crawling under the barrier between the waiting area and the exit area, and scrambled and jostled to give him their balloons. The parents were busy taking photos and whooping. It was so heartwarming. What a priceless moment! What joy and pride that grandfather must have felt when he saw his children and grandchildren light up at his arrival. It actually brought me to tears, which I quietly wiped away, with the realisation that I would probably start bawling when my boyfriend finally came out.
That's exactly what happened. The automatic exit doors opened and I saw his brother first, then saw him. He saw me too, and had a look of puzzled joy on his face. Then the tears came. I went round to hug him and couldn't stop crying. A sense of relief and happiness washed over me. He teared up a little as well. It was a wonderful moment. To hold your loved one in your arms after a long period of separation, to laugh and cry with joy at seeing them again - it's beautiful.
I'm already looking forward to the next time I will be waiting at the airport for someone I love to come back to me.
G.
Saturday, 27 December 2014
Spaghetti Toes
The other day I came across a super neat blog called "Spaghetti Toes", where a father draws and posts illustrations of funny things said by and to his toddler daughter. Here are a few of my favourite illustrations from the blog - a delightful look into a little girl's curious mind and the dialogue of a young family.
Awkwardly it seems that I've reproduced most of the blog. Looking forward to seeing future illustrations, it's such a cool way to preserve memories!
G.
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| Too good! |
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| She might. |
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| Love this one. |
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| Too cute. |
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| This one is probably my favourite. |
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| This girl loves her bacons. |
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| The thought of having children becomes scarier the more I found out about the kind of things they get up to. |
Awkwardly it seems that I've reproduced most of the blog. Looking forward to seeing future illustrations, it's such a cool way to preserve memories!
G.
Friday, 26 December 2014
Ron Winter's online drums
I came across this online drum set today and it is awesome.
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| Such colour. |
This is the kind of thing that people with highly co-ordinated fingers can do with these beats:
I may have stumbled across my new summer project.
I may have stumbled across my new summer project.
G.
Thursday, 25 December 2014
Fortune
I've come across this guy called William Fitzsimmons and his song "Fortune" is a good one. I like the acoustic version better than the original version so here's a relatively average quality (audio-wise) video of an unplugged version.
There's fortune in the furlough
On the other side
Wrap ourselves in blankets
The crossing of a bridge so wide, so high
It's murky in the meadow
As we draw in the lines we threw
And leveraging the ledgers
Forgetting all the blood we drew
But what I do remember
What I do remember is you
What I do remember
What I do remember is you
It's hollow in the harvest
What I've lost I count for gain
And filling up the firmament
Visions of the one you gave away
But what I do remember
What I do remember is you
What I do remember
What I do remember is you
That voice could melt a glacier.
G.
There's fortune in the furlough
On the other side
Wrap ourselves in blankets
The crossing of a bridge so wide, so high
It's murky in the meadow
As we draw in the lines we threw
And leveraging the ledgers
Forgetting all the blood we drew
But what I do remember
What I do remember is you
What I do remember
What I do remember is you
It's hollow in the harvest
What I've lost I count for gain
And filling up the firmament
Visions of the one you gave away
But what I do remember
What I do remember is you
What I do remember
What I do remember is you
That voice could melt a glacier.
G.
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