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A tale of more petty crime

By Thursday, June 9, 2016 0 No tags Permalink 0

Once you’ve been broken into once, it’s really hard to get that feeling of security back.

All day at work you get distracted, worrying if you’re going to come home to more crow barred open windows. More drawers scattered across the room. Anything small and expensive looking stolen.

Not even a full month after the first break-in, my reoccurring nightmare became reality.

I was at work, only 45 minutes until knock-off time. My mobile started ringing and I picked it up to see my boyfriend was calling. My first thought was “oh no, has someone died?!” – my boyfriend almost never calls me.

“Hey uh, –other flatmate– just called me. We’ve been broken into again.” You could hear the defeat in his voice.

I remember feeling hyper calm. You know that kind of calm where you’re barely keeping it together and you voice is shaking as bad as your hands but you’re telling yourself “this is fine, I’ve done this before, it’s just the same old routine“.

Picking up my things and shutting down my computer, I remember walking over to my bosses desk, and let him know that we’d been broken into again. He’s not the kind of guy that’s easily shocked, but even his eyebrows shot up. “Again? Already?

One good thing at the time..

.. was that my boyfriend and I would commute to work together. It meant I didn’t have to endure the drive home by myself. Picking him up and having him with me was the only thing that held me together on the car ride home. My hysterical calm continued. “Good thing we’ve got insurance eh? Hope I don’t have to wait another month for another new laptop.

He told me to wait until we got home before worrying about stuff like that.

Pulling into the garage, I immediately noticed the back door in the garage wide open. Escape path confirmed.

Again, we went upstairs, bracing ourselves for the worst. The room wasn’t torn apart this time. But they had gone for exactly the same things in exactly the same places. They knew the specific place to look for my boyfriends tablet (he keeps it out of sight) and they took my laptop again.

By this stage, we had another flatmate living with us – the one who got home first. That room was empty during the first burglary. His room was the most searched this time. They took a lot of his electronics and made a lot of mess. They barely touched the first flatmates room, except for going for the drawers where they found cash and laptops previously.

He had already contacted the cops, so I called the insurance company.

The call started off normally enough. Collecting my details, what had happened (at that point we weren’t sure how they got in – the only point of entry that had been forced was too small for any one to get through) and all that. I was trying to remain calm. I didn’t want to have to wait another month for a laptop replacement. One month was already torture.

After a bit of a pause while she read the notes on the last burglary, the CSR said quite rudely, “Just so you know, if we approve your claim, don’t expect the same level of payout this time. We were supposed to pay out cash value last time. Not replacement items. Obviously we can’t recover this from you now, especially as you’ve said some of these items have been stolen today.”

Hold the phone.

The fuck? In what world is that remotely to be considered customer service?! Here I am, on the edge of bursting into tears, voice shaking, going through absolute hell – and you bust this out on me?

I was blown away.

If you’ve read my previous post, you’ll know that I was already told by someone at the same company the complete opposite of this with the last claim. To have it thrown in my face as if I’d done something wrong or tried to cheat the system somehow was disgusting.

Because we couldn’t determine the point of entry this time, she said we’d have to wait for an insurance inspector to come out. “He’ll give you a call at some point.

I threw my phone down in disgust.

That was my breaking point. I burst into tears. “It’s not fair. Why are we going through this again? Why are we being targeted?”

I barely slept that night.

I was convinced that the insurance company wouldn’t pay out, and I knew I couldn’t afford a new laptop. Not for a very long time at least.

My flatmate didn’t sleep either. Convinced the thieves were going to come back in the night to murder us all, he dragged around his bedroom furniture all night to blockade his door, so even when I attempted to go to sleep, I found it near impossible from all the thumping and banging going on in the room next to mine.

I must have dozed off in the early hours though. Sometime around 8am my boyfriend came in to say the cops were here to dust for prints, so I had to force myself to get up. Wearily I dragged myself downstairs.

The cop that came around was so lovely and thorough and very sympathetic. Even she was baffled about the point of entry. Apart from one window being tampered with, she couldn’t tell how they got it.

We were in the middle of talking when my boyfriend got a call.

“It’s the police. They think they’ve found our stuff.”

The cop asked to speak to me specifically. They had some suspects in custody and had confiscated what they believed to be stolen goods. They had found items matching our first burglary and when they turned the laptop on, lo and behold it said “Hello, Katie Hall”.

That feeling of joy, that weight lifting was incredible. Even the cop that was with us finishing off dusting for prints was surprised. It was so rare for items like this to turn up again.

We went down to the Police station in Henderson to identify our things. When we got there we found out that they were matching the stolen goods to our last burglary, as we hadn’t reported our stuff missing to them yet (only our flatmate had). They were shocked when we told them these items were stolen yesterday.

As we walked in to the area to ID our items, I spotted my boyfriends backpack on the floor. We hadn’t realised that was missing yet and the cop was only too happy to add it to the pile of evidence.

After giving our own fingerprints (so they knew what to ignore when dusting for prints on our stolen items), we were told they had to hold on to our stuff for a little while as evidence and we could have it back in a few days.

A few days stretched into a few weeks.

Finally, we got the call that we could pick up our items. We were met by a different officer, who had taken over the case and explained what had actually happened.

The day they called us in they pulled over a stolen car filled with people. One of them was the guy who went on to confess to breaking in to our house and stealing the items.

We know his name and know that he was old enough to be sent to adult court and be charged as an adult (thank goodness). Despite the indications that suggested otherwise, he didn’t own up to robbing the house the first time, but did confess to a number of other crimes. The cop believes he heard about our house from a friend though.

He also admitted to how he got in. We had left a second story window open that day – which is in full view of all our neighbours. There is a tree somewhat close to it, but still far enough away that we never thought it would be a risk. Turns out when you’re a determined piece of shit who doesn’t mind if people in 6 or 7 houses around you could spot you at any time, it’s close enough.

We got our stuff back, and despite promises to follow up with us and send us Victim Impact forms to fill out, we’ve never heard anything more.

I wish that was the end of it..

.. but it wasn’t. My laptop woes were far from being over. After we had gotten home that evening, I pulled out my laptop and turned it on. Managed to mess around on it for 2 glorious hours. Then suddenly, it turned off. The screen went black and it wouldn’t even acknowledge the power source. It was dead.

We took it back in to Noel Leeming for repair under warranty and they sent it off. After over a month of hearing that parts were on their way, then parts were wrong or faulty and they needed to send off for more, I finally got a call from the service center saying “We know you want your laptop back, so we’re going to send it to you. We have to leave the case open because we’re still waiting on parts which won’t be here for another moth, but at least you can have the laptop in the meantime.”

First of all.. another month to wait?! And secondly, you’re going to send me a completely non functioning laptop with half the parts missing? Except for the week between getting my new laptop and having it stolen again, I had been without a laptop since the 11th of January. It was now late April.

Luckily, the girl who served me at Noel Leeming was super understanding. She told me those laptops aren’t made anymore and that’s why parts are hard to get, so would I accept a brand new alternative laptop instead?

Yes. Yes I would.

Picking it up that day, I took it home. I still couldn’t shake that temporary feeling, but I forced myself through it.

It’s been over four months since the last break in

I still have days where I get distracted at work, convincing myself someone is breaking in to my house, stealing all my things.

Every day when I get home, I quickly scan for the tell-tale signs.

I hate being at home alone during the week day too. What if they try and break in, realised I’m home and try to hurt me?

I want to forget, I want to be able to live my life without paranoia. Maybe with time it will fade, but for now, I have to live with these feelings, live with trying to calm myself down from a full blown anxiety attack because I’m sure today will be the day that someone breaks in again.

All because some little shits don’t give a fuck about being decent human beings. They have no respect for others and only care about themselves and how to get what they want. I would love to name and shame the low life scum who has ruined a part of my life so completely but I’m sure there’s legal repercussions in that.

Instead I have to live with the fact that he will be bludging off me in some form or another for the better part of both of our lives. If he’s not stealing my stuff, he’s stealing other peoples stuff. The taxes I pay will cover the police spending time investigating his crimes. Or they will go to paying for his food, electricity, re-training etcetc in prison.

All because he is selfish.








A tale of burn out, petty crime and more burn out.

By Wednesday, June 8, 2016 3 No tags Permalink 0

So, my last post was in August last year. I was kicking off an awesome series interviewing fellow Kiwi bloggers about what they know about MBTI and how they are influenced by their type.

Then radio silence.

So what happened between then and now? Well, a shit load to be honest. So let’s break it down:

Burn out

I was overwhelmed with responses from so many amazing bloggers and I was spending lots of time researching and putting the interviews together (thank you so much to everyone who responded back then, by the way). I was spending hours every night working on stuff – I’ve still got a lot of drafts saved here on wordpress. Ultimately the stress of not feeling like I was qualified enough to really talk about it (beyond a personal interest in it) really ate away at me.

I started doubting myself, freaking out, not wanting to let these awesome people down by delivering a sub par series. So as many people with anxiety can probably relate to, I stuck my head in the sand and abandoned it. Instead, I started to live with the guilt of abandoning the project temporarily. There was always an intention to pick it up again – I just mentally needed a break first. The guilt ate away at me and made me feel worse and it just snowballed to this horrible situation of feeling like it was too big to ever accomplish.

Over the Christmas break, I started to feel like I was finally capable of not only picking it up again, but really starting to blog in earnest. I opened up OneNote and started planning once again. I was full of ideas. Then it happened.

The Break In (Part One of Two)

January 11th, 2016. My first day back at work. My boyfriend and I decided to get some Burger Fuel on the way home as a special treat and I was so excited to get home because I got a peanut piston with buns (I was doing Low Carb at the time so huge treat) and kumara fries!

We get home and enter the house through the garage, walking into the lounge. It wasn’t until I stopped to put my bag down that I noticed the back door was slightly open.. and then noticed the windows were all wide open too. Weird. Maybe our flatmate was home (even weirder – he’s never home). We headed upstairs hoping to see him on his bed playing on his laptop, instead we were greeted with his room torn apart. Drawers pulled out and stuff scattered all over his bed. I was still trying to process it – maybe he’s trying to move out in a hurry and didn’t want us to know? That would be so unlike him. He may only spend 30% of his time here, but he’s still an honourable sort of guy who would give us a months notice..

Of course, the connections were already starting to form in my head. “Illogical, none of this makes sense, the only other explanation is..

No, no, no, no, no, no, noooooooo!!!!” I ran down the hall and into our bedroom. Someone has been here. Someone has torn my room apart thrown my drawers (and their contents) across the room in search of who knows what. Tee-shirts, pants, everything – tossed around the room wildly. My underwear was scattered across the entire room. Immediately I knew they had stolen the small amount of cash I had kept in one of those drawers.

Of course, that’s not what I was the most worried about. The thing that had me freaking out the most was if they had taken my laptop. My laptop that would normally be hidden away under my bed, but was recently set up on my freshly cleaned desk for all the world (room) to see.

I looked at my desk and my heart sank completely. It was gone. They’d even had the presence of mind to take the power cable.

Some will understand and others will think me a complete idiot, but that laptop was a huge part of my life. It was like an extension of my brain in some ways. It was set up exactly how I liked it. It had my saved progress in games. It had programs and old games that I had scoured the internet to find and even longer working out how to install and make work on a modern PC. Taking my laptop (even though it was password protected and didn’t have anything I would be afraid to show my Mum) felt like a huge invasion on my mental privacy. Not to mention the literal invasion of privacy when they went through the contents of all my drawers. Knowing they touched (and threw around) my underwear made me feel so gross.

They took some other small gadgets like a tablet, my headphones and earphones (ew!), and an external hard drive with my backups on it (WHY?!).

I was utterly devastated and in shock. I called the police and filed a report, then the insurance company. The ever so helpful CSR on the other end of the line had to put me on hold for ten minutes to check with her supervisor if windows that had been crow barred open with security stays smashed off by the burglars would count as “forced entry”.

To top it all off, once I had finally made all the calls I needed to and could finally sit down and start to process, I opened up Facebook on my phone to see a whole bunch of “RIP David Bowie” posts. I’m not someone who usually gets properly upset over a celebrity dying, but in my heightened emotional state it really devastated me. He was one of my favourite artists and I even used to have a blog named after one of his songs.

That night I sat on the couch downstairs and cried while watching the Labyrinth. 

The next day the cops came by to dust for fingerprints. Unfortunately it had rained overnight and we weren’t able to close the window thanks to the damage caused by the low life scum who crow barred it open. Any potential prints had been basically washed away.

The insurance process took forever. I asked the person dealing with my case if they could just give me the cash value of my laptop as I was considering buying a desktop computer. The thieves didn’t even touch my boyfriends desktop computer so I felt it would be a safer choice. “Nope, your policy states like for like. We can only replace it with another laptop.“.

After almost 4 weeks, we finally were able to collect our replacement items from Noel Leeming. They had to order in a laptop especially for me as my old laptop had really high end specs with a large screen that is hard to come by now.

I got everything home and while it was exciting to have new things (even better than the things that were stolen), I wasn’t able to put it behind me just yet. I still had that feeling of it only being mine temporarily.

And I was right.

To be continued..




Introducing: The MBTI Files

By Tuesday, August 11, 2015 4 No tags Permalink 0


Chances are you’ve come across the Myer-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) assessment at some point in your life. Some companies require you take the assessment as part of the interview process, others offers them as part of personal development. You may have even encountered it during study or just stumbled across it at some point.

For those who have never heard of it, it is an assessment that is designed to “measure psychological preferences in how people perceive the world and make decisions.” [1] Created by Katharine Cook Briggs and Isabel Briggs Myers in the 1920’s by developing on Carl Jung’s theory on Psychological types and the four main functions – sensing, intuition, feeling and thinking.  There are 16 types, consisting of variables of Extroversion and Introversion, Intuition and Sensing, Thinking and Feeling and Judging and Perceiving. Generally you are never truly one or the other. You simply have a preference and can imagine it as if on a sliding scale between the two.

There are many critics of MBTI, and you’ll find phrases like “psycho-babble” and “no different than a horoscope” being tossed around, however I find it a really valuable tool for introspection and personal development.

I was introduced to it early last year by my boyfriend. Initially getting an INTJ result, I have since consistently been assessed as an INTP. I didn’t even know I was introverted until I took the test. This was in part because I didn’t know the true meanings behind extroversion and introversion. Now that I know that as an introvert, I recharge by spending time by myself in my own head and allow for it a lot more than I previously did.

As an INTP, my dominant function is Introverted thinking. I spend a lot of time in my own head, and my goodness. I can’t begin to tell you how many blog posts I have written in my head, but never made it any further than that.  This is also a typical INTP trait. I will spend a very long time coming up with ideas and then start improving on those ideas but they will never make it any further than that. So often it’s the development process that is most rewarding for me.

However, that isn’t very rewarding when it comes to getting by in life. So, armed with this knowledge, I can actively work on making sure things get further than the idea step. Woo, personal development 101!

This is partially how my new blog project, a series called the MBTI Files has come about. I had the idea that it would be interesting to create a series of blog posts all about it and interview some bloggers. Not expecting very much response, I posted it to a blogging facebook group (Oh hey #brunchclub) to see if anyone would let me interview them. I thought by putting it out in public I would have to commit to it and develop it further than an elaborate plan that stayed locked up tightly in my own mind.

I’ve ended up with nearly 40 responses which is amazing! I’ve almost got one of every type which is really exciting. You’ll see these interviews over the next few months – I’ll be posting them weekly so it’s going to take some time to get through them all, but what an interesting journey it shall be!


Book Review: Girl At War – Sara Nović

By Saturday, July 11, 2015 4 No tags Permalink 0

Novic, Sara - Girl At WarSometimes there are books that leave you absolutely emotionally drained. This isn’t a negative thing. If anything, it’s a sign of a great writer, being able to tap in to your innermost mind and make you feel the strongest feelings about these fictional characters.

In this case, the characters are fictional, but the war and the stories from it are real.

Most people will have heard about the war in Yugoslavia in the early 90’s. When you mention it, most people think of Bosnia and Sarajevo, especially. But before all that escalated, Croatia wanted to become an independent sovereign nation, separate from Yugoslavia and the Croatian War of Independence began (this is obviously oversimplified, so if you’re interested to know more, here’s the wikipedia article).

The story opens with Ana Jurić as a carefree 10 year old, running the streets of Zagreb, the capital of Croatia with her friends. Slowly, the signs of a distant conflict start to infiltrate her life. Suddenly the “Serbian” cigarettes she would run to the nearby Tisak (a newsstand chain) to buy for her family friend Petar are no longer available. Then, it’s the frequent wailing of air raid sirens and scrambling to the shelters.

Soon, her life is changed forever and the story abruptly stops and picks up in America, where Ana is a 20 year old college student. Reconnecting with someone from her past, she is forced to dig up the memories she has long tried to hide and forget.

I have spent a lot of time in Croatia and I used to live with a Croatian family for about 3 years. The war was very rarely mentioned in their house, for obvious reasons. But whenever it was, it was sombre and quickly brushed aside.

It is this experience, though, that has brought me closer to this book and far more emotionally invested in it. All the places Ana mentioned in the books were places I knew. The family dynamics, the culture. It almost felt like a homecoming when I first started reading the book.  When she bids her father goodnight “Laku noć”, it’s an expression I have used myself so many times. I painted a scene in my mind of all the people I know there, and they became my characters.

I have traveled to the east of the country, not quite Vukovar (the first area to fall to the JNA), but as far as the Plitvice lakes. Driving through villages that still bear the scars of war. Houses still lived in, speckled with bullet holes. Some that are only burnt out blackened shells of a structure. Between these villages, patches of gorgeous, dense green forest with obnoxious bright yellow signs telling you not to leave the road and venture into the forest because there are many un-cleared mines still.

Her story comes to life for me through my own experiences in this amazing country. There were tears, there was gasps of shock. I even threw the book down at one point and told my boyfriend I was “so done with it!”. It is easily the best new book I have read in the last 2+ years. I highly recommend you check it out.

I give it 4.5/5.

Author: Sara Nović
Publisher: Hachette NZ
Release Date: June2015 (Available now)

Thank you to Hachette NZ who kindly provided me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.


Book Review: Church of Marvels – Leslie Parry

By Wednesday, June 10, 2015 0 No tags Permalink 0

Parry, Leslie - Church of Marvels

Image Credit: Hachette NZ

This is the debut novel from author Leslie Parry. It’s set in New York, 1895 and follows three narrators: Sylvan, Odile and Alphie. At first their stories feel like they couldn’t be further from each other. Sylvan, a night soiler (yeah, he scoops out poo from privies), Alphie, an undertakers wife committed to the insane asylum and Odile, the slightly deformed twin of the mysterious Belle who leaves her home on Coney Island in search of her estranged sister.

I’m going to be honest here and say that at first the story didn’t grip me. I picked it up and put it down a few times and felt really lost. It seemed to jump around a lot and the language seemed so flowery as if the author just wanted to prove how many words she knew. It was enjoyable, but not gripping. The story slowly meanders along for some time, delving further into the back stories of the characters and then all of a sudden it feels like you’re pulled out of your seat and are holding on for dear life.

Leslie Parry has crafted something really special here. Every back story, every meandering passage is all so that when the action of the story happens, you have a better understanding and those “Aha!” moments come with greater meaning. And oh boy, there are so many of them. You need to already be aware of everything because the story picks up so suddenly that there’s no time for description or reflection. Only what is happening right then and there.

There’s a really unexpected twist that I couldn’t see coming until it was right on me, as well. It’s definitely guaranteed this book a place on my shelf as something to re-read because I’m sure that the answer was there all along, carefully hidden.

So all in all? This book is a rewarding read. If you put the time and effort in to get over that first hurdle, you will discover something really enjoyable and memorable.

I give it 4/5.

Author: Leslie Parry
Publisher: Hachette NZ
Release Date: May 2015 (Available now)

Thank you to Hachette NZ who kindly provided me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.


Taking stock: It’s been awhile

By Monday, June 1, 2015 14 No tags Permalink 0

Taking Stock

Yeah yeah, months of nothing. In my defense I wrote a really great blog post about a month ago and then wordpress ate it. That was pretty disappointing!

Anyway, to kick things back off, I’ve stolen this from Laura, just having a look at where I am right now and hopefully a little bit of where I’m hoping to be.

Making: Chia pudding with Lewis Road organic double cream. I would drink that stuff straight, no lie.
Cooking: Not as much as I should be. This month is about being good and cooking more!
Drinking: A lot of Pepsi Max
Reading: The Church of Marvels – Leslie Parry, look out for a review soon!
Wanting: For my life to stop feeling like it’s in limbo.
Looking: Like five bucks. My skin is breaking out again and I’m not planning to leave the house today so I’m not brushing my hair.
Playing: Banished! It’s a cool city building/survival game.
Wishing: That I could eat all the McFlurries in the world and not get fat.
Enjoying: An extra day off. Hooray long weekends!
Waiting: for everything. I feel like I’m in a perpetual state of waiting.
Liking: My $6 blanket from The Warehouse. Cozy, fuzzy and warm!
Wondering: About things that will only hold me back.
Loving: Wendy’s Taco Salads.
Pondering: How to be more productive in winter.
Considering: Giving up Facebook. It just makes me sad and angry.
Watching: Arrested Development and Bojack Horseman
Hoping: For something to break me out of my funk.
Marveling: At how different my life was this time last year.
Needing: A change.
Wearing: Ponte pants all day err day.
Following: Corrine from FrockAndRoll
Noticing: How cold my fingers feel.
Knowing: I have the power to control my life
Thinking: That most of these prompts are essentially the same thing and feel a bit redundant.
Admiring: People who can get up before 7:30 in the mornings.
Sorting: Out my life.
Buying: Only the essentials. No impulse shopping!
Getting: Hungry. I think that Chia pudding is almost set!
Bookmarking: Keto recipies.
Disliking: Twitter. Just, no.
Opening: OneNote, ready to brainstorm blog stuff.
Giggling: At my boyfriend playing Witcher 3. Every now and then a character farts and you hear another character giggle.
Feeling: Like I need to stop being lazy.
Snacking: On nothing. Snacking is almost impossible with Invisalign.
Coveting: A debt-free status.
Helping: I just realised what an unhelpful person I am. Deep.
Hearing: As above, my boyfriends game.


8 goals down, 93 to go!

By Tuesday, March 24, 2015 9 No tags Permalink 0


As of today, I finally finished coming up with goals for my 101 in 1001 list. It’s been a challenge in itself – coming up with 101 things I want to accomplish in the next 2.75 years. Of course, the challenge officially started on the 1st of January so I’ve been chipping away at some of the larger goals and completing some of the smaller ones. Here’s a quick break down of what I’ve achieved so far!

15. Finish watching Roswell

This was one of my favourite TV series as a 11-13 year old. I was in love with Max and the love story between him and Liz. Fifteen years on and I still feel the same. It was a really bittersweet ending for me. I became so involved in the show and so used to having the characters around – it almost felt like leaving friends behind.

21. Visit the Air NZ 75 years exhibit at Te Papa


I love planes. I am terrified of flying, but I freaking LOVE planes. Blame it on my Dad. He used to have his Private Pilots Licence and would take my sister and I to the local aerodrome most weekends to sit there and watch the planes land and take off. When I heard about the Air NZ exhibit I was so excited. I was initially planning a weekend away in Wellington based around seeing the exhibit with my boyfriend but then my work needed me to travel down there for a week. Flights and accom were covered, so why not pop in during their late night on Thursday and check it out? I really enjoyed walking through the history of one of my favourite airlines.

36. Visit a museum by myself

Okay so this kind of ties in with the one above. I had never been to a museum by myself – which is silly. Museums are so much more enjoyable when you’re able to walk through at your own pace and leisurely browse whatever catches your interest. I’ve missed out on seeing some really cool things in museums because others wanted to rush through. It was great being able to take in the Air NZ exhibit and some others on the same floor at my own speed. I’ll definitely be doing this again!

58. Go to another #brunchclub event

I went to the January #brunchclub event at the White Rabbit. While I probably don’t have the nicest things to say about the venue, the company was amazing. I was sitting with the lovely Sandi from Bakeology and Anjali from L&P to English Tea. I just have to say that Anjali’s hair is gorgeous and I may have weirded her out by staring at it in envy most of the time. It was als oa great chance to catch up with my buddy from Uni – Ben from

59. Go sailing on a yacht


I’m pretty lucky that one of my good friends owns a 24 foot yacht. We went out sailing to Motuihe Island the day before I had to go back to work. It was glorious. I basically sat on the bow the entire time, avoiding any sailing duties while drinking beer and sunning myself. When we anchored up at Motuihe we had lots of fun jumping of the yacht into the water. 10/10 would sail again.

64. Come up with 101 goals

This was harder than it seemed. It took me one month and 8 days to finish the list! I’m really happy with what I’ve come up with and I’m fairly certain it is going to be achievable!

70. Go to Tawharanui

I fell in love with this place when I went there for a hike with some friends back in 2013. I didn’t realise it was better known as a beach and we spent the entire day walking around the peninsula. While that was an awesome day, I swore to myself I’d come back just to enjoy the beach one day. Back in February I was finally able to do this. We drove up there with a bunch of friends, found a shady spot to set up and base and spent the day swimming, lazing on the beach eating and playing “throw the ball to each other and try not to get it caught in the outgoing tide!” in the water.

73. Meet up with bloggers outside of Auckland

Okay, so I kind of put this one on the list, knowing it would happen. When my work sent me down to Wellington for a week, I asked if any Wellington #brunchclub bloggers would be interested in meeting up one evening. I met some really lovely people and had some amazing 2-for-1 dessert at The Library on Courtenay Place. Highly recommend it by the way! I’m gonna make a shout out to: Dani, Jessie, Matthew, Talulah, Georgina, …… – thanks for being my dessert buddies for the night – you were all wonderful!





Riding the train to Procrastination Station

By Saturday, January 31, 2015 0 No tags Permalink 0
I am the queen of procrastination.

I know a lot of people say that, but I think few people can match my accomplishments in procrastinating procrastination.

Yeah, you read that right. I put off the act of putting off things I should be doing. Some people procrastinate cleaning the house or their homework by binge watching a TV show. I procrastinate that. Instead I just sit on Facebook and repeatedly refresh my newsfeed.

It’s a hellish cycle to be stuck in. I’m constantly bored, but for some reason, I put off the fun procrastination. So I’m left with 100% of the procrastination guilt, and none of the enjoyment.

I know how it started.

Back when I was in Uni, I procrastinated the traditional way. I watched so many seasons of TV shows, I made a fan site for a book series I loved (and roped Laura into helping me with it). I got so much done with my procrastinating time. Then I offered to make a website for the company my ex-boyfriend worked for (my Dad also worked for them but I need to word it carefully because people get confused and think I’m talking about them being the same person). It was going to pay well and we were planning on going to Europe so they money was going to help. At first, like every project I start, I was excited. I dived into it headfirst and make great progress. We had planned for the project to take six weeks.

But then the project started hitting walls. Things were getting harder. Because I was living with my ex-boyfriend, I had to make a show of looking like I was working on it as they were asking him about my progress too. So procrastination turned into always having the website open, but flicking in between that and facebook aimlessly all day and night. I didn’t watch any TV shows. I didn’t read any books. I literally spent all of my free time doing tiny bits of website work and refreshing facebook.

The website dragged out for two years.

The people that wanted it kept moving the goalposts and eventually I finished with Uni and got a fulltime job (unrelated to web design). The first few months were tough. I was trying to learn how to do my job and then come home mentally exhausted every night and have to try and do work on the website.

After about 6 months of this torture I finally sucked up the courage to tell them I couldn’t do it. So much had changed in the last 2 and a bit years since we had started the project. Web design was on a completely different level and I hadn’t kept up. Nor did I have any interest in it anymore. I had also ended the relationship with my ex-boyfriend and moved back home with my Mum. The company was very gracious about it and agreed it would be best to completely the project with someone else.

The relief was indescribable.

Imagine, the pressure of having a project that was already 2 years past it’s deadline and no end in sight lifted from your shoulders. It truly felt like a physical sensation. I was able to stand taller, breath freely. What would I do with all my new found free time? I had no obligations besides work. I could read any book I wanted, binge watch all the TV shows ever.

Alas, the pressure was gone, but the habits had formed. I would spend all night after work and all my free time on the weekend constantly refreshing facebook, the herald, 9gag and everytually imgur and reddit. I put off watching TV shows, because 20-40 minutes seemed like too much of a time commitment. I spent my time like this for over a year and a half. It’s only been in the last few months that I’ve been able to get myself to sit down and enjoy several episodes of a TV show. Or read books again (one of my favourite things in the world). Even now I still find myself stuck in that cycle of putting off something more interesting to do in favour of constantly refreshing facebook.

There’s no moral to this tale.

There’s no “23 ways to beat procrastination, number 10 will make your jaw drop!”. I have no advice. I don’t think there is any magic fix besides slowly re-training my habits and that will take some time.

Soooo yeah. I am going to train myself to procrastinate like a normal person again. This is what my life has become.


101 in 1001: Goals 1- 10

By Saturday, January 24, 2015 3 No tags Permalink 0


I’m still in the process of writing this list. It’s really hard to come up with 101 things to do in 1001 days. Obviously as I complete them, I’ll be blogging about them. However, seeing as it could be a year or two before that happens, I wanted to start talking about the goals, why I chose them and how I plan to tackle them.

So, in the order that I thought of them and as they are listed on my Day Zero Project page here are my first ten goals:

  1. Successfully complete a 5×5 100kg squat
    I’ve started weightlifting in the last year. I haven’t been the most dedicated and my personal best for a squat so far is 37.5kg. My goal is to squat 100kgs – and as a girl that is achievable with a lot of hard work. I’m pretty lucky because my boyfriend has all the gear, so I don’t need to pay for a gym membership to complete this goal. 5×5 means reapeating 5 suqats with a rest period to do 25 total. I’ve chosen this because weightlifting gives you amazing results (can anyone say DAT ASS), helps you with better posture (when you use correct form) and the euphoric feeling when you finish is addictive!
  2. Spend 2 months out of Auckland (can be non-consecutive)
    I haven’t been properly travelling in a long time. In fact gong to New Plymouth at Christmas time to see my boyfriends family was the first time I had been out of Auckland in 6 months. I’m hoping to do an overseas trip sometime in the next 2.75 years so can take a big chunk out of this time frame. This one will require a lot of planning and saving – even if it’s for lots of smaller weekend trips around New Zealand. Travel is expensive! The reason why I’ve chosen this is obvious – who doesn’t love to travel?!
  3. Read 101 books in 1001 days
    An ambitious goal. There was a time where I could’ve easily done this in a year. Now I rarely make time for reading, despite having a kindle that I can take anywhere with me. I adore reading and I’m hoping this goal will force my to make more time for reading – I have to average a book every 10 days. I’m keeping a track of what I’m reading using this Google Drive Spreadsheet. Have a look and feel free to make recommendations. I’ve already finished three books, six days ahead of schedule!
  4. Reach my goal weight range (59kg – 63kg)
    Last year I started a Ketogenic diet (Low Carb, High Fat). I had so much success with it and felt better than I had in many years. I lost 15kg in the space of about 8 moonths and stalled at that weight up until Christmas. I’ve gained about 3-4kg back of festive weight but I’m determined to get back into it. Keep Calm and Keto On! I’m chosing this goal for my health and happiness. Carbs make me feel physically bad and mentally bad.
  5. Get a bra properly fitted
    I’m 26 and a half years of age and I’ve never had a bra properly fitted in my life. This goal will have to wait until I’ve settled in my goal weight range. I have rather small boobs and unfortunately they shrink even more when losing weight. I’m sure they will grow one day. RIGHT? RIGHHHHTTT??!?!?
  6. Move out of home
    Another big goal. I currently live with my Mum, Sister and Grandparents. I have lived away from home for several years but after a break up of a long term relationship over two years ago, I decided to move in with family temporarily. It’s been a lot longer than intended and it’s embarrassing to be almost 27 and living at home. When I first moved in here I was sleeping in a bunk bed for almost a year. That was horrible. My goal is actually to move out of home before my 27th birthday so sometime in the next four and a half months!
  7. Sell 101 things on Trademe
    This compliments the above goal quite well. I have a lot of stuff. I don’t really know where it all comes from but I have it. I don’t need over 50% of it, so the solution is to sell/discard/donate. I talked about this in a previous post and my goal was to reduce my possessions by 50% by my 27th birthday. This is the new revised goal. I’ll be tracking the progress of this on the spreadsheet too. It’ll be nice to get rid of as much as I can before I move out – less to pack!
  8. Complete a 1000 piece puzzle
    Just because!
  9. Get a 30 day streak in Duolingo
    I started learning German last year on Duolingo and was doing pretty well. Then I slacked off. They say it takes a month to form a habit, hence the aim for a 30 day streak.
  10. Create a blogging schedule and stick to it for a month
    This one is also hoping to force some good habits to be formed. I’ve had my blog for five months now, and I’ve made a total of six (seven after this) posts so far. Ridiculous.

My Biggest Challenge Yet

By Thursday, January 1, 2015 4 No tags Permalink 1


A new year, a new start.

I’ve always been someone who made resolutions and never stuck to them. Last year, however, something changed. I set some goals and for the first time in my adult life, I worked damn hard and got some brilliant results.

So this year I have decided to set myself the biggest challenge yet. Over the next 1001 days (just shy of 3 years) I am going to complete 101 challenges that I have set for myself. Some are big. Really big. Others, not so much.

It will be an incredible experience. I will learn a lot, hopefully see a lot and become a much better person from it.

My challenge officially starts today. I should be completing one challenge every ten days to stay on track. Given the nature of my goals, I won’t realistically be ticking them off every ten days so I’m going to have to schedule these tasks in and make sure to fit them into my every day life.

My list isn’t complete right now. Coming up with 101 things I want to achieve in the next 2 and a bit years is no easy feat. Here’s my list as it currently stands. I’d love to know what you’d include in your list (mostly so that I can poach all the great ones for myself). Let me know what you think of my ideas too!


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