Friendster wasn’t really created for blogging so no wonder it is a pain posting blogs in it. So after mulling it over, I’ve decided to move to a proper blogsite — blogspot! I’m sure it’ll give me a better blogging experience and you, a better blog-reading experience.
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I can’t say I’m a very religious person but I’m comfortable with my current relationship with my Maker. If you have been painstakingly reading my blog entries, you’d understand what I mean when I say my journey to where my husband and I are in now is anything but easy. We have faced many obstacles — leaving our budding careers in the Philippines, the accident in Malaysia and starting anew in NZ. We know we wouldn’t have overcome all these just by ourselves, we know that a stronger force has been guiding us all the way.
For the longest time, I’ve made a promise to show my gratitude by serving the church but every time, something gets in the way. This year, Ronnel and I made a commitment to join Couples for Christ, with the gentle urging of my in-laws. The first stage to being a full member is to complete the Christian Life Program (CLP) which is a series of seminars on different Christian topics. I admit to being hesitant at first. My past experience with CFC wasnt that great and I won’t expound on that anymore. But I decided to give it a go because I don’t have anything to lose. With cynical eyes, I attended the first talk with Ronnel. The topics were mostly familiar for me especially since ten years of my life was spent in Catholic schools. I wasn’t too hot on the singing and dancing part but I gave it a chance as I would be the odd one out if I didn’t join it.
Soon after, I found myself opening up to new-found friends. My jaded eyes began to see a new light as I formed bonds with other wives. I remember being a little depressed because I felt pressured that we didnt have kids yet but I realized that I wasn’t alone. Some couples spent ten years trying to have an offspring — it’s just the second year for us since Ronnel and I consciously made a decision to build our lives first before building a family. Ronnel looked forward to the delectable Filipino dishes served after each session. I also found myself enjoying the songs and sharing sessions — I still dont jump and dance, nor I raise my hands and speak in tongues but I know I am not pressured in any way. And before I knew it, Ronnel and I completed the program — wow, it has been eight weeks already?
To mark our graduation, we were asked to do a presentation. We decided to have a video skit (flashback High School years) which we shot on ANZAC day (NZ holiday). It was a pity that we had some technical issues when it was time to show it but thanks to technology, we have an opportunity to share it again — even to our families and friends who are not here. So here is the video, enjoy!
It seems like I’m losing the will to write… I don’t write as much as I did before. I blame the wii and our addiction to asian dramas and animes. Ronnel and I have been watching over a hundred episodes of Naruto for the past few weeks, plus, I find time to watch They Kissed Again (sequel to Taiwan drama It Started With A Kiss). That’s on top of work and housework . So it’s not surprising that I’ve been neglecting my blog, my keyboards and my passion for sharing our NZ adventures. But all’s forgiven, right? Coz here I am with more photos! Im not even photoshopping them anymore..
Honeyko, the breadmaker. Here’s Ronnel putting his years of breadmaking practice during his childhood… We suddenly had an urge for the pan de sal that we always had for breakfast during our stay with my inlaws (well, for ronnel, he had this everyday since he could walk and talk and he never gets tired of it!). So we asked Nanay for the recipe and tried it here. The first try, it was too hard and it didn’t rise. Figured it was too cold. Second try, too sweet. Third try, it was perfect — fluffy, sweet but not too sweet and really tasty! The Perfect Pan De Sal! Yay!
This year, I managed to coerce Ronnel to join me in the Round the Bays marathon. We did the 7K walk (didnt dare run in fear of collapsing) and truly enjoyed it. Had a great time with our friends Dave and Nic who set the pace for us. I honestly think I did better this time compared to last year! Too bad they spelled our last name wrong in the newspaper! (Rodrigeuz instead of Rodriguez)
To celebrate Ronnel’s 30th birthday, we went to Picton (South Islands) and took the Sounds Cruise. It’s not as exotic as it sounds but it was really relaxing (I probably slept half the time during the cruise because the sound of the water combined with the soft breeze was so relaxing.) We saw sting rays, stopped by different coves and admired the scenery. Too bad we didnt spot any dolphins or whales.
Well, first things first. We had our noche buena (Christmas Eve Dinner) at home with the Baloyos, Dazos and Dave and Nic. We played the stealing Secret Santa game and yeah, my luck struck out this time– the gifts ronnel and I were eyeing were both stolen! Here are some pictures of our Noche Buena…
And now, it’s beach time. I know it’s weird– for Filipinos, Christmas is the "cold" season but here in NZ, it’s summertime so Christmas is spent outdoors, having a barbeque, sun bathing and going to the beach! Well, we did all three on Christmas day in Waikawa beach. My colleague (Thank you so so much Claire!) let us stay in her bach (sidestory: they call holiday homes here "bach". I thought it was because of the musician or something like, they left out the "e" from beachhouse. Apparently, it’s an abbreviation of bachelor’s pad) for Christmas since she’s been encouraging me to go out of Wellington and see the countryside. Waikawa’s not really far from Wellington, just an hour and a half drive and that’s Ronnel driving cautiously (I can’t count how many cars overtook / passed us.. haha). Anyway, here are the pics. Ok, no comments on how I’ve gained so much weight. The camera adds ten pounds.. and no questions on how many cameras were there. haha. You know what my new year’s resolution is…
Home Sweet Home, Finally Blessed…
After several months of waiting for the right moment (probably a euphemism for saving up/looking for the right priest/waiting for good weather), we finally got our home blessed. It’s been five months now that we’ve stayed in our new home and we realized the more we delayed it, the more we will never get around to do it– so we finally set a date. Finding a priest was a challenge - we wanted it to be on Labour Day but it turned out all the priests were attending a gathering or seminar of some sort. So we had to postpone again but finally finally, we found a priest, and he was perfect. We invited some of our friends at work who have never attended a house blessing before and Fr. Mario took the time to explain what a house blessing was and why it was done. It was also a refresher course for us and our Filipino friends who joined us to celebrate the house blessing and Keith’s 9th birthday (yes, it was a double celebration!). 
We’re glad that our guests enjoyed the food — it was a team effort. Doyeth and I had our menus and yes, even the guys had their own special tasks. We had the Pinoy version of Bbq (Keith’s classmates were insisting they were kebabs), Doyeth had her famous sotanghon and shrimp meatballs (special mentioned by Fr. Redd). No, I didn’t make carbonara but I did have my Bicol Express which was a hit with David (our previous landlord in our first Kiwi apartment). 
It was a great day of gathering for the people who are closest to our hearts here in New Zealand. It gives us so much comfort to know that in spite of being here in the country for only a year for us and just five months for Arnel and his family, we found people whom we call friends.
Now, Christmas is coming up. It’s summer here but as always, Wellington’s weather is still unpredictable. Monday was a bit rainy and cold but yesterday was really sunny. I hope Christmas weather would be better– yup, we have things planned for Christmas but I wont say anything just yet. Hint: beach time!
Finally, Spring has sprung! We survived the winter cold (but our power bill didn’t) and it’s time to stop and smell the flowers! Our first spring activity was to go to Kaitoke Park. Arnel was the designated driver (pending Ronnel’s driving exam) plus the Baloyo car perfectly suited the off-road trip. We started by attending a Filipino mass in Lower Hutt. The priest’s sermon was hilarious and enlightening and he had the whole church enamored. After mass, we assembled with the other Filipinos in the parking lot. We had to do it via convoy or we’d get lost and you probably won’t hear from me anymore. And we wouldn’t want that, right? It was a not-so-short trip to Kaitoke park. The scenery on the way was glorious with the sun high up in the clear blue sky and birds chirping away. We were surrounded by high peaked mountains with sheep and cattle feeding on the green grass. At Kaitoke, we unloaded the food we toiled to cook the day before. Doyeth’s menudo con afritada was a hit as it was the perfect combined with hot steaming rice. We played volleyball… ok, i’ll correct that– we tried to play volleyball (i understand you had to hit the ball back and forth to actually call it volleyball). We went through the hanging bridge and did a 10-minute forest trail ( I admit Sunway Lagoon’s hanging bridge in Malaysia was scarier though). We had a great time and went home tired and ready to go to bed. The next day, we all felt the after-effects of going out (as we were all home-bodies) and our bodies hurt everywhere. We had to call in sick from work.
Here are our pictures from Kaitoke…
Blazin’ BBQ at the Backyard
We went to the Farmer’s Market last Saturday and bought fresh veggies, fruits and fish. We then decided that fish is best eaten grilled so we decided to have barbeque for lunch. First off, we need a bbq grill. So we went to K-Mart to get one. We had to go with the gas grill instead of a charcoal one since it’s cheaper and requires less cooking time. It was a comedy of errors for Ronnel and Arnel! When we got home, the guys took out the grill from the box and tried to assemble it but they found it a challenge because there wasn’t any instruction manual. So they had to go back to the store and ask for one. Once everything was sorted out and the grill was in one piece, the next challenge was to make it work. They turned on the switch and there was no spark. They turned it off and on again and nada. They rolled the gas cylinder sideways, checked if there was a leak in the tube and tried it again, zilch. They had to call the experts to help them out — and so the wives took over to save the day. I figured if they tried everything, there must be something wrong with the gas cylinder. Maybe it had no gas! And indeed it was empty. I called my officemate Dave and confirmed how things work in NZ. Apparently, unlike in Phils/Malaysia where we bought the gas cylinder filled in with gas, you have to buy it separately here. He said it was dangerous to sell it like that in supermarkets. Ahh, no wonder stores blow up more in the Philippines. So Ronnel and Arnel had to go to the gas station to have the gas cylinder filled with gas. Doyeth and I were laughing our heads off thinking of how perplexed the guys were when they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with the grill. Tsk tsk, Programmers. That’s why they needs BA’s like me. So everything’s settled and ready to go. Doyeth prepared the fish while I did the marinade for the pork bbq. I did it Filipino street style — with vinegar, soy sauce, garlic, onions and chili. The only thing missing are the sticks and the Hepa B that you’d get from eating in the polluted streets of Manila. Haha. Grilling didn’t need much time and soon, we were eating with our bare hands — the best and the only way to eat BBQ for Filipinos. Hmmm.. I can still smell the vinegar in my hands. We had leche flan (Pinoy custard cake) as our dessert and belched like there was no tomorrow.
Here’s our BBQ photos..
Visiting the Velascos
The next day, we went to visit Kuya Nestor and Ate Soc to have lunch. It’s been a long time since Ronnel and I went to their place -and the Baloyo’s haven’t been there yet so we spent a good sunny day to visit them. We went to the big church in town and met Kuya Nestor there (we don’t remember how to go to his house). The comedy duo (Ronnel/Arnel) was at it again as we got lost following Kuya Nestor’s car. Ronnel held a map and figured where we were while Arnel awaited instructions. Soon, we spotted Kuya Nestor (who kindly stopped and got off his car to look for us) and from then on, Arnel closely followed his tail. At Kuya Nestor’s, we ate lunch (it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t bring anything) and shared stories. We played Bingo with $0.50 per card. The first few games were dominated by Ate Soc and Kuya Nestor. They swore they didn’t have any trick up their sleeve. I believed them when I won the next game, then Ronnel won, then Doyeth. Arnel seemed to be the unluckiest of the group as his debts piled up. We stopped playing before it got out of hand. It was a great afternoon and we finished it off by going around the bays and looking at the beach. I think I heard Kuya Nestor, Ronnel and Arnel planning a trip to the nudist beach this coming summer. Hah! As if Doyeth and I would let them go.
All in all, I think I gained 10 kilos during that weekend.
Here are the photos that Sunday visit to Kuya Nestor’s. 
I’m back from my hiatus again. It’s been very busy the past few months that I had no time for blogging. So I’m just gonna write everything that happened in one go.
Residency
First things first. After the half year wait, we are now New Zealand residents! This was the dawning of a new day for us because it meant, we can now get a loan, which meant we can get a house! Ronnel and I have been wanting to have our own home ever since so that we can start our own family. I guess that’s one in the short list of what he and I have in common. We are very good planners. He is the visionary whilst I’m into details. I remember the ordeal we went through looking for the perfect home. Buying a house here is so different from how we do it in the Philippines. In the Philippines, if you want to buy a house, just talk with the seller, agree about the price, and voila, it’s yours. That’s not how it works here. First, you’ll have to check out several houses by attending open homes. We learned a lesson the hard way– you must have a car when looking for a house to buy. The distance in a map is much farther than it seems. I remember when Ronnel and I had to walk long distances from one house to another at noon time (most open homes are on sundays midday– don’t ask me why). I think my calves are now cows with how big they became (yeah, lame joke). Plus, everybody who goes to an open home has a car… Well except us of course. I remember real estate agents asking us where we park, and we just smile in return. Anyway, we found the first potential perfect home and made an offer. Apparently, here you have to put down an offer first and if there is a better offer, then ofcourse you lose. We relied on the advice from the forums we frequent and gave a price which was below the seller’s asking. It’s not a surprise that we lost that one. Note to self: do not believe everyting written in the forums. Our second try was a bit different, this time we knew better so upped our offer a bit, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be because the owner changed his mind and didn’t want to sell his house anymore. Something good came out of that though coz the real estate agent helped us find our perfect home. My officemates told me that ofcourse, real estate agents will be nice because they want to sell you something. True, but we particularly liked this agent because she picked us up from our place, brought us to different houses and practically made house-hunting easy for us. She wasn’t uppity or picky even when we had to sign papers on the floor (we had her drop by our flat — and we didn’t have tables in the lobby). And the most important thing, she brought us to this fabulous house in Johnsonville/Churton Park. It’s in the boundary of these two suburbs so we have two addresses. That day, our agent brought us to three houses– the first one was nice but it was in a difficult-access location. Plus, it had dog smell all over. The second house was the best we’ve seen so far. It was different from all the other houses in the market. First, it didn’t really look like a house. From the outside, you’d think it was just this one-level warehouse looking thing. But when you go inside, you’ll be enveloped in its charm as you go down a level and another and another. The backyard has an enchanting overlooking view of the city and best of all, it has a sun roof/skylight. I’ve never been inside a house with one before and I really wanted to have one with it when I saw Beyonce’s house in MTV Cribs. It was really awesome but it was way over our budget. Anyway, after we saw the house, we were brought to another house which was within our $$range but paled in comparison to the previous one. We knew we just fell in love with the second house. After we looked at three houses, Ronnel and I had lunch and discussed what our options were. Apparently, he was besotted with the second house too and was already calculating how much we have to save if we wanted to get that house. It was really big for the two of us but we also had to consider friends who will be staying with us (read next section). The second house was the perfect fit for us because our friends can have a whole level to themselves. We would be living together but we wouldn’t lose our privacy either. So, in front of our Chinese smorgasborg, we discussed what sacrifices we needed to make (translation– I have to cut down on my shopping sprees.) I loved the house and I was all for it so there and then, I called the agent and we made an offer. This time we met the seller’s asking price and even upped it a bit. There was competition so we had to make our best offer. It was the best we could give without turning into paupers. That was a Saturday. The following day, we went to church and prayed, hard that we get the house. The previous Sundays, we were unable to attend mass because the open homes were held on the same time. I was thinking maybe we were being reminded not to forget Him when making this important decision in our lives– probably that’s why we haven’t found our dream house yet. This time we found it and we prayed hard for it to become a reality. It was Monday night when I got a call from my agent, she was shouting over the phone– "You got the house! You got the house!". I was really happy when I heard that but it dawned on me– shoot, I really have to cut my shopping down. I’ll never gonna be able to change my phone anymore. But those are trivial, so I shook these thoughts away and focused on the most important thing– we got a house now. But it’s not done yet–there are still lots of things to do afterwards. First, we have to get a solicitor, then a loan, then a property inspector, then a valuer. Told you, it wasn’t that simple. But for us, it was made easy because we had friends who helped us along the way. In every decision we had to make, I consulted with my own set of advisors at work. Sally, Dave and Kristan were my primary advisors due to proximity (we share a quadrant) while Maria and Alison were my senior consultants. They introduced me to the world of NZ real estate and its intricacies. They referred me to solicitors, mortgagors and building inspectors. I suppose we would have never survived the process if not for them. So guys, if you’re reading this— thanks!
Friends
Arnel and his family arrived in NZ last June 3. We were especially excited to have them here as we missed having people to talk to in our own language. Plus, I wanted to catch up with all the gossip that I missed. Arnel was my officemate (and my seamate) in Standard Chartered Malaysia and he and his family are our good friends. We spent Christmas and New Year’s with them back when we were in Malaysia and we enjoyed their company a lot. Plus, we liked their kids a lot too– Keith and Kylee. They’re nicer than the average kids– not unruly and very well mannered (although Kylie still screams at me when she gets jealous of Keith hanging around me). We saw ourselves in Arnel and his wife, Doyeth as we had so much in common— we even decided that we were probably soulmate couples. So you’d understand how excited we were when we heard that they were coming over. We knew that they would come to love Wellington like we do. You see, Wellington is not a city for everybody. I heard some Filipinas from Singapore came here to work and after a few months got really bored and moved to Australia. If you are looking for hip and happening places, I tell you, you won’t find it here. But don’t get me wrong, Ronnel and I love it here. We don’t get bored and we never run out of things to do– especially now that we have a house of our own. Anyway, back to Arnel. Just as we were in Malaysia, we’ll be officemates here too (But not seatmates anymore coz he’s with a different team). His boss is really nice as he offered to drive us to the airport to pick them up. The company couldn’t arrange a place for them to stay so we offered our place. At that time, we were sill staying in our teeny weeny flat and we were a bit worried that we won’t fit. But with a bit of compromise and sacrifice, we all managed for three weeks. It just made us appreciate our new house so much more.
The Great Move
It was time to move to our new home. It was really exciting that Ronnel and I couldn’t sleep the night before. To save moving costs, we asked friends for help. We are blessed with really good friends with big hearts (big arms and big cars too). The pretty wives (ehem, Doyeth and me) prepared lunch to fill the stomachs of our in-house moving team. It was a succesful transition, well, except for getting lost on our way to our new place– but as the saying goes, try and try and you’ll get there. And we did.
And the dust settles…
I think Arnel and his family are settling in quite well in Wellington. He is his usual self at work– dedicated and hard-working (he paid me to write this). Keith started school and made new friends while Kylee has to wait a year before she can join Keith to school. I guess it’s gonna be a bit tough on Doyeth coz she’s left home while everybody’s at work or in school. But I think she’s not bored just yet with all the korean and japanese dramas I lent her. And who knows, she might decide to work too once Kylee goes to school? I guess the most important thing is that they are happy and that they don’t regret leaving Malaysia to start a life in New Zealand. Well, I wish them all the best!
What’s Next
Yeah, everybody’s been asking me if I was pregnant already. The official answer is, as of now, No I’m not. I guess when it’s meant to be, it will happen. It’s not as if we aren’t trying, so hold your horses, who knows, maybe next month, next next month…. Just drop in my blog once in a while.
21 March 07
It’s been days since my birthday and I haven’t updated my blog on what happened on that day. A lot of friends have been asking for an update (side comment: I wonder why nobody’s commenting here if they are reading my blog… hmmm…). I’ve been quite lazy to update this lately since I’m not sure if somebody’s really reading it, then I get messages like, “how come you haven’t written about your birthday yet?” Ok, so here goes…
Well, I’m two years off the thirty mark so when you reach this age, birthday celebrations take a different meaning. It was a sunny Sunday here when I turned 28 (that was March 18) and the day before that, Ronnel and I already had dinner in a Mongolian Bbq restaurant that we haven’t tried yet. It turned out to be good but we liked the Filipino version better. The main difference probably was the sauce, the Filipino version was much sweeter but not as rich as the Kiwi one. The day before my birthday was “my day”. Ronnel and I agreed that I’d like to spend a day just by myself so I did just that. I had a haircut in one of the salons here and as expected, I had to stop myself from cringing when I looked at the price. You see, in the Philippines, hair cuts from top salons like David’s or Piandre cost about $30 NZ (P500++ or RM60) and that’s already a high end cut. If you go to the small salons, you’d get a haircut for as low as $10, and it’s a decent one too. So you’d understand my (especially Ronnel’s) dismay when I had to dish out $65 NZ (P2000 or RM130) for just a haircut. I was lucky I was assigned to a junior stylist, if it were a pro, I would have had to pay $85 which will make Ronnel cry. (Remember, I cut/shave his hair so he doesn’t spend a dollar on haircuts here.) But then again, I think it was worth it, coz I stepped out of the salon feeling really pretty – “feeling” being the operative word there. I had my hair cut really short, above the shoulders (as you see in the pictures) and I had two reasons for doing that – (1) I hate how the wind just blows my hair to my face, causing lipstick to stick to my hair and transfer to my face and (2) this way, I can have my next hair cut months from now. So there I was, walking on the streets of Wellington, with my new hip hair cut, enjoying the cold breeze while browsing through the shops. The department store was on sale so I bought some pans for cooking and baking. It was on my way home that I realised how simple my birthday celebration this year was. And I didn’t mean that in a bad way. For many years now, I’m used to having friends and family around and I miss that. Last year, my friends in Malaysia prepared a small surprise feast for my birthday and I was touched with the efforts they made to make it a great surprise celebration. In the Philippines, I usually cooked for friends and families on the day itself. I miss those days in a way but for some reason, I’m happy that this year, I’m not doing that. This year, it’s just me, myself and I – oh and Ronnel in the background! Kidding! Of course Ronnel plays a big role in my special day – he promised for just on this special day, he won’t be asking how much I spent. This is a feat for him coz he always, always asks this question. Every single time. So on my birthday weekend, he kept it to himself. But oddly enough, I didn’t spend much. Really. Aside from the usual grocery stuff and those cooking stuff, I didn’t buy anything special. We watched a movie when I got back from spending time with myself and had dinner. On Sunday, we went to church and that’s it. I also had calls from the people I love most – papa, ma, len, jan, auntie and lola who are miles away from me. On our way home, Ronnel greeted me happy birthday and asked if I was happy. I said yes and kissed him on the cheek. That’s what really matters, isn’t it? I am happy. So yeah, this is my simplest birthday celebration ever but it was also the most meaningful one.
Another nice surprise I got for my birthday—although it was a week too late—was this bulletin post from my best friend Marj. I’m posting it here to share it with you all. Marj is my long time best friend since grade school. We’ve been through a lot and we’ve lost touch for several years, only to find each other’s arms, giggling like how we used to back in 5th grade. I was really touched when she wrote this (actually, it was Ronnel who saw this first) and I couldn’t find the words to thank her. By posting it in my blog, I hope she knows how much I appreciate her friendship – how much I miss her and how much happy I am that we have remained the best of friends for the past 18 years. Looking forward to several decades of friendship!
——– From Marj—–
I enjoyed this really fantastic book on food and raved on and on about it to anyone who would listen. Right away, I came up with a list of who must read it and one of them is my bespren Einge.
She’s now based in NZ so I bought a copy for her. Alas, I discovered that DHL and Fedex don’t come cheap so I put off the courier and emailed her to just let me know when someone’s visiting them so I can send the book over.
Day before my birthday, my husband tells me that I have mail from Einge - it’s the cutest birthday card ever! But wait, how cheap and thoughtless does that make me? I’m not so bad
really; it’s just people like Einge that make me pale in comparison.
We were FAT friends in grade school. When my mom first saw her she was infatuated with Einge’s lively eyes, glowing skin and sharp wit - I could not have been more annoyed but that
was because mama didn’t know that Einge was the one who introduced me to the "dirty parts" of the Harlequin and Silhouette romance novels, and that she made me read Abante in 5th grade. My selective learning skills picked those up right away but not when she tried teaching me the Morse code or how to play the piano.
We read almost all books and made the library our playground. We also came up with our very own Vogue-like magazine complete with ads, articles and surveys.
We parted in High school then found each other again in college. school, boys, work… Einge and I were in and out of each other’s lives, but no matter the distance between space and time, we always manage to pick up where we left off. We have a level of understanding and comfort as if we are never apart.
Einge and I are so alike yet so different. If we were coffee, I’d be instant - quick and simple, and she’d be espresso - double dose packed with a punch. A stranger doesn’t need to
know her to deduce what a character she is.
Once, she saw a painting of a "laughing Christ" and she got all guilty wondering if God is happy with the kind of person she is. She’s a chronic shopper whose venue ranges from Nine West to ukay-ukay. A fashionista who’d lift a 5-gallon water bottle just to show that she can - now how schizophrenic is that!
I was bridesmaid at her wedding and she was luckily in the country for mine. On instances of marital conflict, I’d flag SOS emails to her promptly answered by her wisdom from
being married two years ahead.
There are times when I wish she isn’t so far away. But she’s living her life, as am I. We catch up through our write ups knowing that when we post our blogs, we are assured of at least one reader in each other.
I miss you bespren - happy birthday!
29 March 07
Lucky Me!
I think I’ve inherited a lot more than my dad’s good nature as I won yet another prize! My dad is very lucky in raffle draws and I remember we have two of each appliance at home because he won stuff from either his golf tournament or some other raffle he joined. I’ve had my share of luck as I won an oven toaster here and there, an umbrella and some minor goodies. But I was still surprised and happy to hear that I won a backpack full of goodies from Griffin’s (a cookie company here in NZ). Ronnel and I often buy Griffin’s mallows from the Warehouse and at that time, they had a raffle draw where you just write your name and number and you’ll get a chance to win a prize. I was happy when I got a message from Griffin’s saying I won something. I had the parcel delivered at work and my officemates were teasing me that since I haven’t been in the country for a year yet, I am not entitled to win such prizes. Haha! Dave even told me it was unfair that I’ve only been in NZ for five months and I won something while he has been here all his life and he never won anything. I told him he probably has to join these raffles first if he wanted to win. It’s just a small gift but still, it feels great to win something. I just hope next time I win that Volvo or BMW draw.
Something To Look Forward To…
I will be attending a course up in Auckland on Monday and since it’s my first time there, I want to take the time to explore and visit new places. I’ll be extending my stay and Ronnel will be joining me there so that we can spend Holy Week there. We intend to visit the churches there and see some shopping malls (I’m having a shopaholic attack again!).
NZ Sevens
01 Feb 2007
Every so often, kiwis get to wear funky costumes and sashay along the road along with other sevens participants (I’m not sure what to call them). To a foreigner like me, it’s a bit hard to understand and take in but it sure is fun. Imagine bumping into Captain America or the teenage mutant ninja turtles on the street! Sevens is basically an annual international rugby tournament where instead of the normal 15 players, they have seven instead. I am not really sure about the details of the game but from what I reckon, it’s all brawn and intimidation. What do I know? I’m really not into sports – well, if you consider thumb wrestling a sport, fine by me. Anyway, if you’re interested to know more about sevens, here’s the site: http://www.sevens.co.nz/. But parades and all the activities surrounding sevens, that’s what I like! So on a sunny afternoon, my officemates and I left our desks for a while to watch the different sevens players in their uniforms on floats, surrounded by voluptuous babes and popular icons like Colonel Sanders (Go KFC!) and Austin Powers. On Sevens day, those who will be watching the sevens were in their best outfits – I had fun watching them and figuring out their costumes. Three of us from work volunteered to hold donation buckets on the street for Ronald McDonald Foundation and I was able to see the participants up close! 
Bitten By the Love Bug and Birthday Blues
14 Feb 2007
Ever since Ronnel and I got together, I learned to let go of those girly romantic stuff like expecting flowers and chocolates on valentines. Sometimes, I get envious when I see girls holding long stemmed roses on Cupid’s day but then I have to agree with my husband when he says that he’d rather spend money on the stuff I’d really enjoy for a longer period than something that will wilt after a few days. Plus, he says, everyday should be valentines anyway. Okay, so he’s not mushy. I think I’m mushy enough for the two of us anyway. So on Valentines, we went to this Korean restaurant that I’ve been wanting to try ever since we came to NZ. I think watching all those Korean dramas have influenced me a lot.
20 Feb 2007
It’s my hubby’s birthday! Every year, I try to surprise him and every year, he never fails to ruin my surprise. The first time I tried to surprise him was back in 1999 when I organised a birthday party for him. He ruined my surprise when he didn’t want to change clothes for his party and I was trying hard to convince him to wear nice clothes (well, understandably, I didn’t want him to show up in his shorts with all our friends and classmates there). Well, that went quite well and he was really touched despite him knowing in advance (a few minutes before the real party) that there was gonna be a party for him. This year, (no, I didn’t prepare a party for him), I bought an xbox game that he was eyeing on for quite some time. Mind you, it wasn’t just any xbox game. It was one of the few left around the country. He was trying to get one over the Internet but was out-bidded by somebody else. Stores here don’t hold the game anymore and the only store that had it was quite far from where we stayed. So he was a bit depressed when he couldn’t get hold of it. Well, I’m not his wife for nothing so yep, I made some other arrangement for the game to be transferred to a store so that I can pick it up. I guess luck was really by my side that time but then it just flipped on me when the store announced online that they had it in stock. When Ronnel found that out, he was so excited that he wanted to go to the store immediately to buy the game. I was in a panic. I had ordered the same game and it wouldn’t make sense for him to have two copies of it. So yeah, I had to fez up and admit that I actually had that reserved. There you go, another birthday surprise ruined. But in the end, he was really happy. He got the game and enjoyed every minute playing it. By the way, it was an Xbox NBA 2K7 game.
Wellington Walkathon
17 Feb 2007
Every year, Wellington has this Round the Bays event where everybody can join in to either walk or run seven kilometres. Now you know I am not into physical activity much so you’re probably surprised why I joined. Well, I guess my curiosity got the better of me and I just wanted to see what this event was all about. On the day of the event, my officemates and I wore our BNZ shirts and trudged to the meeting place. Wow, what a turn out it was. There were over ten thousand participants – runners and walkers alike. It was a fun experience, despite the fact that my feet hurt. My seatmate and officemate Kristan, accompanied me for the whole walk, fascinating me with stories about his twenty years with the Bank and other stuff. I knew I was slowing him down but I’m glad that it didn’t bother him too much – his favourite phrase was—“No, it’s not a competition” and he claims to be the least competitive person around. That works for me coz even if he didn’t compete with me, I’d still lose! Well, my predictions were right anyway as I turned out to be the in the last place in our team (sob sob). If you want to see the results, you can check it out at http://res.championchip.co.nz/default.asp?id=1095. (Our team name is Analyse This and you’d see my name at the bottom! Well, at least overall I’m 6,427 so that means I’m faster than the four thousand left.. ha ha).
Cuba Carnival
24 Feb 2007
The last weekend of the month was filled with surprises when we saw several stalls along Cuba street. These stalls are similar to our "tiannges" in the Philippines where all kinds of stuff are sold. The whole Cuba street was transformed into a carnival as several people from all walks of life check out the free shows, the food and the fun. I had a flashback of the fiestas we had in the Philippines and felt a little sad that instead of being with my family and relatives, I’m surrounded with people that I don’t really know (or look like, for that matter). So yeah, I went home pretty depressed– Ronnel says it’s probably because I was unable to buy at least one item from the shops. He had his eagle eye on me all the time, so how could I shop?!!! Oops, no, it’s not about that… i just started to miss my family and friends back home. 
24 January 2007
Three Years. Wow. And everybody thought we wouldn’t even last a week….
Yup, it’s our third wedding anniversary today. And like any other day, Ronnel and I are so thankful that we’ve gone this far. Flashback 1998, when we first "officially" got together… Schoolmates and friends (respective sets) doubted we’d last for a week, then it became a month, then a year… whenever we broke up, a friend of mine will tell me, that we were never compatible in the first place. All advice I ever got was to move on and forget Ronnel. Well, as stubborn as I am, I accepted him whenever he came back. You see, I don’t quit. I knew we could make it, and the more people tell me that we couldn’t, the more I thought we would. Sounds like "You and Me Against the World" stuff? No, it’s nothing dramatic as that. It was just a simple clash of personalities. We were so different from each other that people wondered what we ever talk about. I’m boisterous, he’s quiet. I’m adventurous, he’s not too fond of risks. I’m a big spender, he counts his pennies. I’m a dreamy romantic, he’s the practical type. I’m not into any sports, he’s the most sporty guy I’ve met. But that was then… over the years, we have made allowances, we have changed and met in the middle. Ronnel and I have taken each other’s characteristics and melded it into our own. Make no mistake, we still have a lot of difference but it’s fun to reminisce. So on our third anniversary, we had this set of questions that we answered and we’re sharing them with you…
1) When was the first time that you saw me? What went through your mind then?
Nel: Probably when I applied for membership in JFA (UP Junior Finance Association), nothing fancy. Just wanted to get into a school organization as it would look good in my CV.
Einge: In a school activity, you were a contestant in a "beauty pageant" (they dressed up guys as girls for fun) and I thought, "I’d hate to be this guy’s girlfriend. He’s prettier than I am.".
2) When was the first time we actually met? What was your impression?
Nel: Can’t remember. To be honest, I wasn’t thinking of getting into a relationship that time. I was brokenhearted from several relationships. The only memory that I had is our summer class together. I didn’t even know you were an officer in the organization.
Einge: Probably at the org, you were introduced to us as one of the org applicants. Other girls in the org "claimed" you as they had a crush on you and I thought you were obnoxious because you didn’t talk to anybody.
3) When was the time you realized you wanted to be with me? Why?
Nel: Summer of ‘98. You were fun to be with. We were enjoying ourselves together. It was the first time I felt intimately connected with a girl.
Einge: When you told me you were going for a trip and you’ll be gone for a couple of days and I realized I was gonna miss you. You said "I love you" then and I accidentally replied, "I love you too".
4) What were your thoughts during the early stages of our relationship? (While we were going out?) Did you think you’d end up being my husband/wife?
Nel: I didn’t think much about the future of the relationship when we were starting. All I know is we enjoy each other’s company and that we are extremely attracted to each other. You were the only one in my mind whom I would marry when we started working and saving for the future.
Einge: At first, no. I mean, we were complete opposites and I’ve seen that not working out for my parents so I was scared to make the same mistake. But over the years, I could see you change bit by bit.. more than that, I saw myself changing and I liked that too.
5) What are your thoughts now? Looking ahead…
Nel: I’m glad that all went well for us and that we still have each other despite the huge fights, misunderstandings and incompatibilities that we obviously have. All I’m thinking for the future is to have our own family. This is my ultimate dream for both of us.
Einge: I’m still overwhelmed with all the hurdles we overcame and the blessings that we’ve received so far. I know that there is Someone Up there looking out for us, looking after us. I also know that there will be more trials to come, more fights, more misunderstandings, but we will always make up in the end, because we simply cannot live without each other. 
