When It Kinda Sucks to be from Fiji

HEya guys! I realize its been a long time since I last blogged. Its been a heck of a two weeks, or three. Whatever. But I have just been as flooded with work as New Zealand is with Samoans.

Anyways, I’ve missed a lot of exciting stuff! Anna’s 18^th birthday, and the rugby tournament come to mind first.

Thats Leo about to spray deoderent
at the camera. Classically Leo!

Oh and what was the deal with Fiji? Oh my gosh. 66-0? 66-0? I wish there were capital numbers so I could shout that.  Come ON man! And if you think you had it bad, I was watching with two mad Welshmen! You think that’s bad yet? Ok, get this. I trashed talked Wales before the match as well. I was reminding them of the 2007 World Cup. Yeah. At least they are my two close friends. I don’t know what was worse, the match itself or the time between the match and now. I think the worst bit was that Fiji were so pathetic that they didn’t even feel like taking the mickey out of me after the match, they rather felt sorry for me! I felt sorry for myself.
My friends, and even my teachers have been asking me ‘What happened to Fiji?’. I am still looking for a good excuse. Anyone got one? I still wonder why Nicky Little and Vitori Buatava got onto the first team… ANYWAYS that’s over now.  Let’s talk about something more not depressing aye? Lets hope Fiji regroup and sack this coach and get back somewhere near the top ten. Hope there are some tvs in Fiji that are still in one piece!

Invader Zim! 

Oh oh has anybody watched Invader Zim? That is the funniest cartoon ever. Like really. Emily Morris showed it to me, and gosh I’ve been hooked since. Ok, me and Em have a different sense of humour maybe. She’s definitely part Fijian somewhere along the line! There are two types of people in the world. Those that love Invader Zim, and those that dont! :D

On the 24^th of September was a rugby sevens tournament. Two other schools, and we played each other twice. (That makes four matches, for the mathematically impaired.) I played all the matches except the first and last ones. We won three games and lost one, and came second (again). I was playing at scrum half, oddly. I thought I did an ok job, especially since I learnt the lineout calls while I was on the field, which was quite impressive. If the rugby jerseys less resembled cloaks then I might have had a couple of tries. But those stupid kids from SIsikelo school kept grabbing them.

So yeah. Second. Not bad. Out of three. We are a new team after all. And the star fly half WAS stuck at the scrum half position! Anyways the same day was Anna’s birthday. After the tournament we went to Milwane Game Reserve for a night. By we I am talking about me, Emily, Anna (no duh, its not like we’ll leave her out of her own birthday celebration), Kyle and Stephen. Anna brought along a couple of drinks. She was legal after all. We had a fun night in the dorm, which was all ours to ourselves. Oh and no, I DIDN’T get drunk OR tipsy. Stephen says I was tipsy, but I wasn’t the one misspelling the word ‘beer’!

At the Milwane backpackers. Bubbles. Plenty bubbles. :)

Stephen’s Welsh accent causes him to often say ‘her’ when he actually wants to say here. (Like ‘hey come her’)
Dan: (to Stephen) Why do you say ‘her’ when you mean here, but not ‘ber’ when you mean beer?’ Stephen: ‘Well, beer is spelt B-A-R…’
(Everyone laughing)
Stephen: ‘no no, what I meant to say was ‘B-A-E-R…’’

So what else happened that weekend? We got told off for making noise, though it was only ten oclock pm. Well, the next morning Anna almost got charged by a warthog, oh and we saw a crocodile on the bank of the river, less than 30 metres away.  

Oh, and we had our first lightning storm of the season last week Thursday. Whooo. Before it was fully intensified and pouring down Kyle and I braved the cold rain and lightning to make it to the cafeteria for dinner (Stephen, Emily and Anna and Sofia were being wusses). It was crumbled chicken for dinner after all. We don’t usually get crumbled chicken. Ok, the lightning storm wasn’t such a severe one. But I tell you, I wouldn’t walk across the playing field for a thousand emalangeni if there was an intense storm on. Phew. The intense storms, one might find a strike on our mountain about 20 times a minute! (NOT kidding).

Tango practice with Ingrid (great shot
Stephen!)

Our tango performance is really taking shape now. It has a really cool storyline, about a party where one bad guy steals a girl from another guy and in the end the bad guy is killed. We perform for the school next week, and I must learn to wear a tie in that time. But its going to be really cool. I’ll try to post the pics on Facebook sometime. Being taught tango by your maths teacher is not as creepy as it sounds. But we do have a really cool maths teacher though!

Anyways, I’m done for now I guess. Don’t know when I’ll next post I’ll let you all know, but I got exams in two weeks and I am busy trying to finish my work so I can start studying sometime soon.

 Life is like a trigonometric function. Sometimes you’re on top, sometimes you’re at the bottom, but there is always a turning point! :D (or an asymptote)

Moce. Go All Blacks!            

DKN