“Have you got a cold?”
“No, I just sneezed.”
“You’d better go to the doctor and get something for it,” dad insisted.
I rarely get sick and I avoid running to the doctor every time I sneeze or cough, despite dad’s suggestion; but during this past week my body has felt as if it’s been systematically falling apart.
In fact, I’m amazed I haven’t dislodged any internal organs with the prolonged and relentless amount of coughing I’ve endured!

“Here,” said my uncle, passing his keys, “take your aunt to the supermarket.”
“Um… okay, sure…”
“I thought you said you can drive a manual.”
“I can,” I replied, “I just haven’t driven on the other side of the road..."

Hine Hukatere was an adventurous young lass who loved climbing in the mountains and persuaded her lover Wawe to climb with her. 
Wawe was a less experienced climber, but he faithfully accompanied Hine Hukatere on her hikes, until one day an avalanche swept Wawe to his death. 
The broken-hearted Hine Hukatere cried and cried; her tears flowed down the mountain and froze to form the glacier, Ka Roimata o Hine Hukatere – the tears of Hine Hukatere.
Heavy tear drops continued falling from the sky, as Shaz and I stared disconsolately out the window. Rain was forecast for the next three days and we were literally grounded.