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Ja, nu ar jag i Auckland. Nu ar det nara, 2 dagar till att familjen kommer dvs de borjar sin resan i morgon svk tid. fan jag langtar efter dem nu. jag har fixat boende och bil a allt. Imorgon ska jag mota upp med Lee o Yuka vilket ska bli riktigt roligt har inte sett dem pa flera manader. Men att sitta pa ett flygplats, och vanta pa sitt flyg ar en harlig kansla, for mej ar det ren lycka. Jag alskar att flyga numera.
Igar passade jag pa att mota upp med Josh fran min tid i queenstown. Och vi gick pa stan och pratade lite sen ringde han nagra samtal och plotsligt vaar vi inbjudna till privat fest. Med en massa intressanta (lr ratta sagt valdigt vackra kvinnor) manniskor. vi drank nagra ol och de flesta rokte gras, om man sitter i ett ute rum med 12 personer som roker pa, sa marks det.... jag borjade prata med Rachel som faktiskt hade varit i sverige och i norge, och hon alskade vart land.. jag fick hennes mobil nummer, for hon skulle ga vidare.. sa vi kommer nog att motas upp runt jule tid. trevlig tjej som hade vacer tatutering pa hoger axeln. nagra timmar senare kastade sasya (vardinna) ut alla andra medan jag gick mot sovrummet. det blev inte mycket sovit .. btw kvinnor runt 30 ar ar helt underbara
Vid middagstid traffade jag Lee vi gick pa stan och tog nagra ol. och pratade skit...det var skont att se honom igen... my cazy brit...
ag har några histoier som jag vill dela med mej av
Two monks, one old ,one very young, walked along a muddy pahtin the rain forest,on their way back to a monastery in Japan. they came upon a lovely woman who stood helpless at the edge of a muddy, fast-flowing stream.
Seeing her predicament, the older monk swept her up in his strong arms and carried her across. She smiled at him, her arms around his neck, until he put her gently down on the other side. Thanking him, she bowed, and monks continued on their way in silence.
As they neraedthe monstery gates, the young monkcould no longer contain himself. How could you carry a beautiful woman in your arms ? Such behavior does not seem proper for a priest
The old monk looked at his companion replying, i left her back there. Are you still carrying her ?
A mother brougth her young son to Mahatma Gandhi. She begged, Please Mahatma Tell my son to stop eating suger.
Gandhi paused, then said, Bring your son back in two weeks. Puzzled, the woman thanked him and said that she would do as he asked.
Two weeks later, she returned with her son. Gandhi looked the youngster in the eye and said, Stop eating suger.
Grateful but bewildered, the woman asked, Why did you tell me to bring him back in two weeks ?You could have told him the same thing then.
Gandhi replied, Two weeks ago, I was eating suger
An old man and his son worked on a small farm, with only one horse to pull the plow. One day the horse ran away.
How terrible, sympathized the neighbors. what bad luck !
Who knows whether it is bad luck or good luck, the farmer replied.
A week later the horse returned from mountains leading five wild mares into the barn
What a wonderful luck ! said the neighbors
Good luck ? Bad luck ? Who knows ? answered the old man.
The next day,the son, trying to tame one ot the horses, fell and broke his leg.
How terrible. What bad luck ! said the neighbors
Bad luck ? Good luck ? said farmer
The army came to all farms to take the young men for the war, but farmer's son was no use to them, so he was spared.
Good ? Bad ?
