You don't have to go all the way to Upper Hutt, Johnsonville will do just fine. :P

Everyone is welcome to believe whatever floats their boat by me. However, the name "cross" makes me think of a cranky child who might grow up into a "get orf mah lawn" old person. Hopefully it's one of those opposite cases, like Faith the atheist or Hope the pessimist. Cross the chill and benevolent person.

I've got a foot in both camps here. I'm a survivor from New Zealand. I left in 2007 when the man who's murder trial I participated in came up for parole. My first instinct was to go "hey! NZ isn't that shit!", but then my own experiences there, in my home nation that I still love, belie that. Now don't get me wrong,…

I had a roommate once, who was a lovely guy born in Australia to Chinese parents. He was neat and tidy and quiet and didn't mind me occupying the balcony every night with a wine in one hand and a joint in the other (I had a stressful job ok), but he slurped, chewed loudly, made MMMMMMM noises and smacked his lips…

Key is rotten to the core. Can it be election year already?

Yeah, I never really got how hooters was kind of a "family" restaurant where you could take kids. Granted I've only been to one in Sydney but there were kids there.

I think you might start to see some of that pressure now.

Uh, respectfully, what are you on about then? Maybe it wasn't clear that I meant the court process that happens when you report a rape, but since thats kind of the topic of here thread I thought maybe I wouldn't need to.

Good for her,you should be very proud. At 33, I still have absolutely no desire to relive any of the things that happened to me, nor to be examined and picked apart by the defence. I think it's a bit awful to suggest that everyone who didn't report is less... I don't know, just "less"... than your 13 year old niece.

It does actually take some ovaries of steel to go through the court process though.

It was just the one I liked best from google cause the nude choice. There's plenty nakeder pics, but I liked this one.

This Katy Perry?

Studies shoved down your throat? Oh noes! You'd better jump down the OP's throat to make things equal!

Preach!

Preach!

Yes! Do some chores occasionally. :)

This is pretty on point for me right now. I'm taking a lunch break from cleaning the damn house again (Vegemite toast. Don't fear the Vegemite). I've just come out of a wee depressive period where I couldn't force myself off the couch. So I can't help but notice that if I'm out of commission, this shit just doesn't…

I quite like goats, but my folks haven't had one since Albert, who we had when I was in primary school. He was supposed to keep the grass down, but he liked everything except grass and including laundry on the line. I don't think Mum's felt the same about goats since.

No, my sister and I had a relatively cushy childhood in the Waitakere ranges west of Auckland stacking firewood for $5 a cord. My parents bought the property about four seconds after my younger sister left home, as a two-room shack with no plumbing or electricity with 12 acres of pasture and 80 of bush. It's come a…

It's Konewa Cottage - http://www.konewa.co.nz
It's in the North Island, about 4 hours drive north from Wellington. As long as it's not in May, cause I've got dibs on my parents, they're coming to see me in Canada. :D