The craze that is RUGBY.

I spent a very productive Friday despite not sleeping very well last night. I was up relatively early.
I did house chores, tidied up, did the laundry, painted my nails (saved 40 bucks for that) and i took a long leisurely walk (45 minutes going) to Ponsonby to get some flowers for Raphael's Christening tomorrow. And I had another good 45 minute walk back. The sun was out, the wind was blowing gently, it was a perfect spring day. I am very glad that I did take that walk. And for a change, I ate out by myself for a late lunch munching on chicken and bread. It wasn't eating chicken that was a change for me. It was the eating out by myself that is. Y'know for the longest time since being with Gelo, I have not eaten out by myself again. So that was a good breather. I was sitting by myself, probably looking weird but people here don't care anyway, daydreaming, having some peace and quiet (not that we don't have enough quiet here in NZ, because trust me, we do).

In saying that, Auckland was beaming with excitement and people today, I notice while I was walking home. It's noisy and loud with horns honking, people screaming, lots of face paints, the streets a little bit too crowded than usual and it is very busy! Nowhere near to the happy busy that Manila is, but somewhere within that spectrum, Auckland is somehow joining the bandwagon and actually extending noise limit to 2am! Horray!

So once I have my makeup done and I've changed into my black top, I'm off to see history.

Photos soon.

The half a year that's gone but shared in photos

I opted to make a change in lifestly so I did join and finished a marathon

The clear skies at the finish line

Had cocktails in a Mexican restaurant after a hearty Thai dinner (photo below)

Because we craved for chinese food

And I find that cups of tea are more comforting than cocktails

Breakfast buffet to celebrate one of my favourite person's birthday and our common love for breakfast food!

Sushi loading after at Kura

Trip to Wellington where it actually snowed :)

Me turning 26

Someone asked me to marry him and of course I said Yes!

Fancy dress ups with girl friends

Videoke: The Filipino way

Making amends

Keping old ones

Blogging Hiatus

No entries AT ALL for the past 7 months. And today because it is the 1st day of spring, I am filled with all the optimism and motivation, deciding to break the writing block.

I am back!

What an eventful 7 months that was. The trouble with me I find is that I go on extremes. I prefer the quiet and peace of staying indoors rather than the hustle and bustle of town's fortnight alcohol spree. But whenever I break the patern and start spending less time at home, I actually forget that there's that part of me that is happy with just being by myself.

So to make it up (and to not waste the investment of 110 previous posts I've made), the next entry will be lots of storytelling about my absence.

Festivities

Ang Huling Dagok (sana) ng 2010

May pahabol pa ang 2010 sa akin.

'Sus ko!

Bakit ang lungkot ng Pasko?

Reposting (With emphasis on what I want to get off my chest)

You will never fully experience every fiber of a woman’s being until you blanket her with the security of your love. This is not found by sharing your bills or your bed. You will find it when you commit your life to her in marriage.

Does marriage really matter that much though Dad?

Yes! Marriage eases her mind in a way, living with her never will. Without it, she will always hold something back. She will always doubt. She will always wonder (and may not ask you) why she isn’t good enough…and the longer you wait, the more frustrated you both will be.

But shouldn’t I take my time and make sure she is the right one?

Of course, but not to the detriment of your future with her. No woman wants to feel like no one else better has come along, “ so I guess we should get married”.

If you can’t see yourself with her and your future children eating cotton candy at the beach some day…

If you can’t see yourself waiting on her hand and foot after breast cancer surgery…

If you can’t see yourself wanting to tell her everything first…

If you can’t see your wrinkled hands holding hers…

So, this is my life?

Walking home today carrying a 3kg parcel in humid Auckland after a 3.5 hour study day (paid as 8 hours), is sweet torture. I have been waiting for this parcel since Wednesday last week and it's obviously delayed (dunno who to blame). I am really, really looking forward to getting it today so I claimed it from Building 21 and off I trotted home. A huge smile is plastered across my face.

Somehow, I've come to think: So, this is it? 

I eagerly tore the plastic open. Seeing the presents inside, I immediately looked for one single thing: A Christmas card. That's it. After all the anticipation, that's all I ever want to get: a heart warming message scribbled on a card that is signed with 'Love, Mama' at the bottom. And then all the rest were just a haze to me as I read her letter and started crying.

So, this is what my life will be like? 

Agonizingly anticipating to receive something, opening packages alone, comforting myself as I cry some more on the thought of how cold and incomplete Christmas is. I lined up all the contents of the 3 kilogram parcel on the sofa and I stare in awe and gratitude at how my family continuous to remind me that despite the distance and financial constraints, they do remember me, not only on seasons like this but whole year round.

So, I realize that living overseas means exactly this. That letters matter more than clothes or bags, that photos sent enclosed in cards are a delightful surprise and that the one wish I could make but wouldn't be granted is just being home on Christmas.