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Laugh, cry, shout, hug

It’s over a week since the massive earthquake here in Christchurch.  No need to remind you of that.

And as the people of this beautiful city try to adapt to the new normal, there is more danger lurking.

Stress.

Stress is necessary for your survival and is in fact beneficial in moderate amounts.  However what happened in our city on September 4 and February 22 have put many of us into stress overload.  Your normal coping mechanisms are overwhelmed and the stress can start to have a negative effect on our lives – physically, mentally and emotionally.

Stress manifests itself in so many ways.  Check through the list below.  If you or those close to you can tick more than 5 of these symptoms, it’s likely the stress is starting to get to you:

  • disturbed sleep
  • feeling helpless
  • lack of appetite
  • headaches
  • lack of motivation
  • irritability Continue reading
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Counting myself very lucky

I was at the gym when the earthquake hit, it was terrifying – the noise was like a huge train going past, the sprinkler system burst, glass doors and windows exploded, concrete support pillars cracked, TVs fell, heavy weights were tossed around like toys. I wasn’t concerned for my own safety as much as those around me who were panicking and distraught. I ended up crouched over one of the guys in my gym class, protecting him from any falling debris – he was huddled, cowering, trembling and I felt it was the least I could do to help him.

We were quickly evacuated and as I came down the front stairs, I could see dust rising from across the CBD – I knew it wasn’t good.  I could hear a girl crying hysterically down in front of me, but I couldn’t reach her to comfort her.

For those of you outside of Christchurch, I’m sure you’ve seen all the TV coverage of the devastation – I saw just the tiniest of that first hand, as the gym is on Moorhouse Ave and away from many of the CBD buildings that were destroyed. I did however get the Moorhouse Ave/Colombo St overbridge closed as I could see cracks in one of the main supports and the road separating with each aftershock. I did see people being rescued from a building – alive and well. And I saw the full length of Moorhouse Ave full of silt and water from liquefaction. Luckily my new place is only 30mins walk from the CBD – so I walked home, with nothing but the clothes I wore to the gym. It wasn’t til I got home and saw on TV the extent of the damage, that I realised how bad it really was, and how lucky I was to come out unscathed. Continue reading

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Moving at the speed of sound

Haunting lyrics from one of my favourite artists – Eddie Vedder.

Kind of like my life at the moment – I feel like I’m standing still while everything around me is moving.

Speed of Sound

Yesterdays, how quick they change
All lost and long gone now

It’s hard to remember any thing
Moving at the speed of sound
Moving with the speed of sound

And yet I’m still holding tight
To this dream of distant light
And that somehow I’ll survive

But this night has been a long one
Waiting on a sun,.. that just don’t come

Can I forgive what I
Cannot forget
And live a lie
I could give it one more try

Why deny this drive inside?
Just looking for some peace

Everytime I get me some
It gets the best of me
Not much left you see

And yet I’m still holding tight
to this dream of distant light
and that somehow I’ll survive

But this night has been a long one
Waiting on a word… that never comes

A whisper in the dark
Is that you or just my thoughts?
Wide awake & reaching out

It’s gone so quiet now
Could it be I’m farther out?
Moving faster than the speed of sound

Artist: Pearl Jam
Composer: Pearl Jam

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Murder most fowl at The Phoenix Nest

Quietly, and undetected the assassin was able to slip into the unguarded premises.  As he crept slowly through the house, he realised it was only moments before he fulfilled the task he had been preparing for, for what seemed like forever.  Not long and it would all be over.

Slowly, carefully he made his way up the ramp; his prey, just ahead of him in the dim light.  What happened next we will never actually know.  The assassin’s exact method of despatch will go to his grave with him – the only thing certain, Greta was now dead.

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A tribute to loss

Sometimes when you lose your head
When you get upset, we’re there to break your fall
And there’s no reason yet, why they took your friends
There’s no reason at all, at all
No reason at all, at all
No reason…

When you want to rest your head
On a shoulder that you know won’t turn on you
We’re all here, till the end with you
My friend, there’s no reason to go
There’s no reason to go, to go
We won’t let you go, don’t go
We won’t let you…

(Not one day that you are here has been promised to you)

Not one day that you are here on this earth
Has been promised to you
So make the most of every day as if it was your last
And every breath as if it was the same, the same
As if it was the same, the same
Things will never be the same, the same
We will never be the same, the same, the same
Things will never be the same, the same
Never be the same…

(Not one day that you are here has been promised to you
So make the most of every day as if it was your last
And every breath as if it were the same)

Phlex – Blindspott, 2003

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