Yea, I went to NZ. It was great. Beautifuls mountains are everywhere, found that place (mount) where the small town in Gondor (Lord of the rings - the scene with the king and Wormtougue). Went on a awesome heli-day and hurt my ankle. Unfortunatly, I didn't manage to find Gollum (probably too cold).

Went wakeboarding, I jumped and had a bad landing, my front feet came off the strape, the board swung up and hit me at the back of the head. I have to explain myself to my mum about blood dripping down my head. Got forced to go check out with the doctor for that 1 cm cut. They SHAVED ME, damnit = pessimistic! At least they didn't wax me (oppermistic). Neways, a patch of hair was shaved for the ease of stitching up my wound. I had two stitches this time. Which was not as bad as last time. Which was 16 stitches for a car crash at the age of 16. Now, at the age of 18, I have 18 stitches in total in my body. I now have a theory that for every year I age, I have a chance of getting an extra stitch.