We're gonna need a Surgeon!

Did someone call for a Doctor?

I am a huge Grey's Anatomy fan. I started watching the show whilst it was in its second season. I got out season one and was hooked. Season two was amazing and then there was the dramatic but entertaining season three. The script was so well written and the characters were so interesting it was hard not to love them.

Like any Grey's fan I was anticipating season 4. What was going to happen to Christina? Where did Burke go? Are Meredith and Derek ever going to figure it out? I loved the cast that existed. I was angry that Isaiah had to go and screw it up with his ignorant comments, but I thought it would be ok. Then Addison had to go to LA for her own show so new characters were added. I saw the promos for season 4 and I was expecting the same magic as the other 3 seasons....

The cast of season 4

...I was disappointed! First episode, where's Ava? We just get one sentence about her moving away. Meredith and Derek? Yawn, same boring problems, same boring conversations. Christina? Ok, I can't really say anything bad cos I think the character's great and Sandra Oh is amazing. Then there's the whole Callie/George/Izzie love triangle. I don't know how other fans feel about it but I am so not a George with Izzie fan. I liked Izzie and Denny and I think her character suits a man more like him. The Actress who plays Izzie, Kathrine Heigl, said recently that she's finding it difficult to connect with Izzie, and who can blame her, it's like the characters of Grey's Anatomy took a break over summer and came back lamer versions of themselves.

Better Times

I don't want you to get the feeling that I can't adjust to change, I can, as long as that change is for the better. The new character of Lexie is a nice addition but they need to speed up some kind of storyline with her. We're half way through season 4 and so far a whole lot of nothing has happened. Now there's a new nurse who's supposed to come in between Mer/Der. I just don't want that relationship to become like the Ross/Rachel relationship on 'Friends'. Can't they just be happy, Meredith can stop whining about her oh so sad life and we can focus on more interesting characters. I would love to see more about Christina, Callie, Bailey and practically anyone else that isn't going to whine for 3/4 of the show and then end up in the same place as every other episode.

ahhh that's better, now let's all move on

I don't hate the character of Meredith, I think there's a lot there and with a good storyline she could be great. It's just that this whole season she's been so confused and weak and annoying. I love this show and I will continue to watch it and support it. I just hope that the writers will come back from the strike with a new look on life and will bring the show back, otherwise it's going to flatline and not even McDreamy will be able to save it.

I'd love to know what other Grey's fans think....how are you finding this season?

George Clooney...our last chance?

Can this man save Hollywood?

Is it the end?

What Happened to Hollywood?

Could someone please get Beyonce off the red carpet and back into a studio!

The Golden Globes were last night and I have to say that I'm a little disappointed. To begin with the ceremony was flat, blah, lacking. There was nothing extraordinary, or even slightly above ordinary. Hardly any jokes, no drunken speeches, and dare I say it a room full of boring people, not bright shining Hollywood stars. Bring back the era when being a star actually meant something. Now let's take the above picture of Beyonce. I'm full of words. This is a celebration for actors Beyonce, why are you there? Ok, sure, you were in Dreamgirls and oh we know you can sing, but seriously, look at you! Take that gold from your dress and try turn it into some golden records but please keep away from the Golden Globes (and every other golden statue desginated for actors)

A true beauty

However there were still a few glints of stardom lurking. Look at Jennifer Hudson. Truly a beauty. She may not fit into Hollywoods sick twisted idea of a "real women" but she's possibly the most "real" woman I've seen on a red carpet. Congratulations Jennifer on your win. I hope that you continue in film and music so that society can finally see beyond the plastic.

There ain't nothing ugly about this

America Ferrera was another natural beauty at the Globes. Her speech was an inspiration to many women out there and I hope to hear many more of them in the future. Overall I think that the Golden Globes and Hollywood in general needs aid from the Grey's Anatomy team (I think we may need a triple bag blood transfusion) The films I've seen lately have been nothing worth mentioning. I waited in anticipation for "Children of Men" only to be disappointed. And If I hear about another remake of Pirates of the Carribean or some Japanese horror film I think I may just have to throw the tv out the window. Where has originality gone? The last good original film I saw was "Good Night and Good Luck" but I just don't think it's fair of us to bank on George Clooney to make the only good films in hollywood. There's got to be something more, someone has to save hollywood, or is it too late?

Is this the end of Hollywood?

I know this much is true

Well it's the new year, so I guess it's only natural to look back on your life and contemplate. There are people out there with blogs that are filled with amazing pictures and wonderful exotic places from all over the world. My blog can not compare to those. I don't have amazing stories about the exotic places I've been or the things I've bought. But I do have a story.

I won't forget the place I come from

I was born in New Zealand to Tony and Judith in 1984, when I arrived I had an older brother already waiting for me and then 4 years later my younger brother joined us too. I had a really great life when I was young, I don't think I realized then just how good I had it. When I was 12 my parents decided to end their marriage. Like any child of divorce will tell you, my world fell apart. A few months after my mum left my dad met someone and she moved in with us. My step-mum and I had problems the minute we met and I'm sad to say that they never got solved.

When I was 15 my mum met a guy and moved to Australia with him. It doesn't matter if you're 5, 15 or 25, you can always feel abandoned by your parents. I moved in with my dad and step-mum and we all tried as best as we could to get along. When I turned 18 I guess we'd all grown tired of trying because my dad told me that he was moving to a new house and I couldn't come with them. My mum had moved back to NZ by this point so I moved into a one-bedroom apartment with her and we worked hard at fixing our relationship. For a year I worked hard at forgiving my parents.

Karina and I

By the time I turned 19 I felt that I needed something else in my life, I didn't know what it was but I just knew I had to go find it. After meeting my best friend Karina at University I finally felt like something good was happening. For a year we had a lot of fun skipping class and dreaming about Hollywood. However, after one year she had to go back to Canada. I was really upset but we planned for me to come and visit her that year. In early 2004 a series of events made me re-think my plans and it was then that I decided to move to Canada for a year.

When I landed in Vancouver Karina was waiting for me and we spent the next two months traveling around BC and LA. When Karina went to Kamloops in September 2004 I was officially alone.

Alex and Aman

2005 was a great year. I ended up managing a restaurant and met great friends including Alex, Aman and Mason who became my partners in crime every weekend. After many months of denial I finally realised that I was falling in love with Alex, only I happened to realise it 2 months before I had to leave. When it came time to leave Canada I was a wreck. Everything I'd always wanted was in Vancouver and everything I'd run from was waiting for me in NZ.

Those four months in NZ were the hardest but most important months of my life. I worked in a bar to save money to get to Montreal where Alex was waiting for me. My dad and I worked hard at dealing through everything that had happened and I'm glad we did.

Concordia University

In November 2005 I moved back to Canada. For the first time in my life I was running towards something instead of running away. I came in on a 6 months visitors visa and had no plan on how I was going to stay but just knew that somehow I'd make it happen. In January 2006 I applied to Concordia University and got accepted. I've already completed a semester at Concordia and I love doing a French degree. This April Alex and I will celebrate our 2 year anniversary.

The love of my life, Alex

I still feel like there's so much more to do but I also feel proud of what I've accomplished. I've always been surrounded by friends whose parents paid for everything and for a long time I was jealous of them. But when I look back on the last few years I'm so glad that I didn't have anyone helping me. I would not have been able to get here if I didn't have to fight for it like I did. And now that I'm here I feel blessed. Blessed that I have to work a lot to pay for school and rent, blessed that I can't just go out and buy the things I want, blessed that I have to work hard for the things I want. I feel blessed because I know now that I have the strength to go wherever I want and do whatever I want. Maybe someone is reading this blog and is in a place like I was when I was 12 or 15 or 18 and I just want them to know, it doesn't matter if you don't have much money, as long as you have passion and determination then you're richer than you can imagine.

The world just seems that little bit less safe

Two days ago Alex was walking to my house. It was nearly 6pm and he was a block from my home. Three guys approached him and asked him for money, he said no. One of them came at him so he punched the guy. Then the other two came at him and held on to him whilst the other sprayed him in the eyes with pepper spray. Alex threw his money at them and they ran off. His eyes were really messed up for a few hours, but luckily he's ok.

I can't stop thinking though, what if they'd had a knife, or a gun. What if, in the space of a few moments, they took away the one person in my life that's made everything I've ever gone through worth it. I know that it's not a postive way to think and is probably self destructing but I guarantee that anyone who's been in a situation like this has felt the same.

As one of my best friends said to me, Alex is ok and that's all that matters. It's just really made me realise how quickly things can happen that can change your life. I was lucky, but many people have not been. We can never live our lives thinking that things like this will never happen to us. We need to accept that they can and we need to protect ourselves.

Go to: http://www.webmd.com/content/Article/119/113399.htm?pagenumber=3 for information on how you can protect yourself.

As negative as it sounds, you cannot trust people that you don't know, regardless of how kind they seem. It's much better to come across as rude than it is to be placed in a vulnerable situation.

I strongly suggest that everyone, male or female, become aware of the steps you can take to keep safe. Ignorance is not bliss, but knowledge is power.

The Night Train to Mundo Fine

The actual train we took.....or something like it

My dearest loveliest friend Karina requested that I write a story about one of our adventures in NZ, so here it is.....

Karina and I had decided to take a much needed break from school and go to Wellington (a one hour flight from Auckland) Karina, who is so skilled in the ways of travel bookings, decided that it would be significantly cheaper to take a train back to Auckland rather than a plane, besides it was only meant to be 8 hours, and wouldn't it be fun???

We had a great time in Wellington. We stayed at a great hostel on the beach called Moana Lodge. We had one rule, that the windows must be kept open at night so that we could hear the surf. The train stop was quite a distance from our hostel but the walk was so beautiful. Everyday we'd pass the house of "the childhood we never had" where the happy blonde children played in the yard whilst Daddy worked in the garden and Mummy made dinner (10 bucks says the dad left the mum for another woman and one of the kids is on P) On our journeys along the coast we also got to encounter the FBI agents who were suspiciously walking in front of us, on the beach, in full suits, shades, ear pieces, the whole deal, talking to themselves in wispers and who also suspiciously disappeared within a few moments of our attention being diverted from them......hmmm strange things indeed.

Another great part of our trip was going to The Lord of The Rings set. Karinas brother-in-law works with Peter Jackson as a gaffer (is that the term?) and got us onto the set for a few hours of delicious snooping.....I have the same bra size as Liv yeah! Our trip however was nearing an end and we were both sad to say goodbye to Wellington. However, we still had our exciting trip back to Auckland by train, oh how we waited in anticipation.

Ahhh yes, we rose early on our last day and wearily made our way to the train station. But spirits were high as I munched on my sausage roll (damn you canada for not selling them) We got on board our home for the next 8 hours and were please to find that we were in the last carriage and the back of it was a giant window with some nice comfy sofas. Oh yes Karina, your decision was looking fine indeed.

Now one would think that a train carrying many people for many hours would sell beaucoup de nourriture but alas, the cafeteria was pretty much sold out. Hmmmm, this did seem a little odd. However, we bought what we could, and Karina defied her Atkins diet for the day (and thankfully defied the whole stupid diet soon after). As we settled back into our seats we overheard a conversation happening in the aisle next to us. A lady was making friends with some of the passengers, nice right.....well no, in fact it wasn't nice. It was damn well torture! Do you know what we learnt on our 13 hour trip on the train, oh yes, 13 hours, not 8! We learnt that she was a teacher and liked the colour green........because thats the only damn thing she spoke about, for 13 hours!!!!

Did he just say we have to take the train home?

By hour 4 we were already going a little crazy.....as we approached hour 8 we were clawing at the doors. For some reason we believed ourselves to be Gollum and we continued our journey in this manner.....yes precious it was a long insane journey for sure precious. By hour 10 we had grown such deteste for our fellow passengers we started giving them evil looks (if the erratic behaviour hadn't tipped them off already this would do the trick) All I can say is that after 13 hours when we finally got off the train I had made a personal vow to never enter one again.

So whilst Karina does have a talent for travel bookings, she has learnt a tough lesson on taking financial shortcuts. And the moral of the story? Is it to take the plane instead? Or perhaps it is to pack your own lunch when travelling on a train.....no, these are simple suggestions. The actual moral of the story is that if you do happen to find yourself on a long distance travel with Karina and I you had better beware, gollum is not the only character we like to take on!

Merry Christmas

Well I just finished my last exam. I think it went well, at least after all the drinks I've just had I think it went well. I'm so glad that the exams are over. Now I can relax and enjoy Christmas. So I just wanted to send out a very Merry Christmas to all, no matter where you are. I hope that you have a wonderful time these holidays. And remember: enjoy responsibly!

I present to you the Cellar Bug

THAT Josh is a household centipede! That is the lovely species that keeps showing up in my basement. Once you get past the long legs and antenna it's really quite lovely...NOT! It's frightening and it doesn't matter how many times you see them, it never gets better.

You see it all started many months ago as Alex and I were enjoying a movie downstairs. In the corner of my eye I saw something with long legs moving rapidly across my floor. Woman intuition told me to run, and so I did. I refused to go back down there until the perpetrator was caught and dare I say it killed. So Alex spent a good 15 minutes down there on the hunt, those things are fast! Finally it was sent to a better place and peace was restored.

I told my roommates about it, even got Alex to draw a picture but they didn't believe me. "It's just a cockroach" they would say. Even after I saw another one in the basement they still didn't believe me. It may have had something to do witht he fact that I would flee the area and not collect any evidence. However, they're sweet ignorance was soon gone after one of these "cellar bug" (as we've taken to calling it) showed up in the kitchen. Since then they've seen them in the kitchen, in the bedroom and even in the studio.

Because we don't actually know where they're coming from (I live in a duplex) we don't quite know what we can do about the problem. All I know is that they frighten me something fierce. I just sit, and wait, and hope and quietly chant to myself "this house is ours, this house is ours."