Home is Where My Heart is....

I've always loved my home in this Aoteaora land.

Tauranga

My parents left this land a long time a go, and so did many of our friends. Some by choice, some not by choice. But Tauranga is wher my soul lies on any given day.

I drove up last thurs with the MadScientist from the windy Wellington, once again with a bit of drama! (oh why wouldn't there be with my boys anyway....)

The MadScientist drove up from the south, landing in Wellington on Wed night. We planned to drive up together over a week a go. But we just didn't have any set plans. So I asked him when he arrived,

"So, what the plan for tomorrow?"

"Oh, about that.... Well, I can give u a ride up to Auckland or Hamilton, and you'll need to bus from there coz there is going to be no room in my mum's car"

?????

I was confused.

So it turned out that he rented a car from the south island, and the drop off point is in Auckland, and his mother was driving up to pick him up, but the car is too small to fit his luggage and myself in it.... So on this rather last min emergency, I called my BigMama, explaining the situation....

Bingo! He took half a day off to come and pick me up from Cambridge so I don't have to wait for the stupid bus that always takes way too long to travel. Oh do I love him!

The weekend went past splendidly, just like the good old days. Fooling around in "the bus", wasting time with all the junk MadScientist have stashed away, and going to the beach on a ridiculous windy day but still kite boarding (it was strong enough to lift us off the ground!). The toys we have may have gotten slightly more expensive, but nothing else has really changed.

We also helped the MadScientist's mother pack their house. Her and her husband have a new job down in the south decided to rent the place out. When I stepped into the house, I got attacked by random emotions, having flash backs on all the times we spent in this house. And how happy me and MadScientist were together back in the days. Then I realised, this was the first time stepping into this house in 6 years. And I hardly came here after we broke up.

I guess he is my ex after all even after all these years.

It's crazy to think that we finished high school 8 years a go. For me, it still feels like yesterday. And also yesterday that I left this land for Singapore. 

I felt my body catching up with age when I was in Tauranga though. Every time I'm back at that place, we do same thing just because we don't want to admit that things have changed. But this time around, I can feel that my body is not tolerating as well as it used to. Be it for over eating (I never got sick off home made nachos before!) or exercise. But I'll just put that aside and ignore for a while....

I can't thank the MadScientist enough for being a good friend still, and how much I appreciate his company. It makes me sad to think he's no longer going to be on the same land, but I know we will meet again, sooner or later.

See you again my friend, love you loads.

Live a Little, Dance a Little...

It's kind of funny how 2 weeks I worked for a marketing (if they can even call themselves so) company,  the pitch to convince people to join charity was

"we need ongoing support form the community, we can't survive on the one off payments, because with them, we cannot budget".

And it made me laugh each time I say it and then think how ironic that statement was.

Because that job was exactly that. You get paid purely on how much "sale" you get, completely comission. There were days when you can be out for a whole day and earn nothing, and days you can earn a lot.

Well, I never earned that much really.... It's def came to a conclusion that it's not my thing!

But for those that do live on this job, I don't know how they can physically live for so long not knowing what income you are going to have each week. I'd be too scared to plan any trips in case I don't have any income!

It's been almost a month since I've landed in Wellington. Still no fixed job, and def hoping I'll land on it too.

I've loved every minute of my time in Wellington, good company, good friends, maybe not so much of the wind, but I can't really think of a reason why I want to leave this place!! I'm not dancing like crazy like I used to, but then people I met through dancing is always amazing and defeats my expectation about their social levels. Live a little, dance a little is def not something on their dictionary!

An extremely tempting job description popped up with Nestle last week, and I'm now on the waiting list to hear back from the nestle headquarters in Australia. There is a part of me who wants to get this job, and part of me who doesn't want to have it so I can stay in Wellington for a bit longer.

I can't bare to think of a life without the lovely company I have down here!

There are so many things I want to do once I have a job.... but right now, it's all about the waiting game!

X fingers my destination will be set soon....

Dreaming day and night

Dreams during the day gives you hope.

You dream to aspire

You dream to success

You dream to desire

Dreams during night gives you false hope and regrets

You dream about things you can never have

You dream about the person you can't be with

You dream about past that you just want to forget about


Yet we tell our friends and loved ones


"Sweet dreams"


Because that is the only thing you can do to give them hope that when you wake up, it's only a dream.

Desitny

I believe in destiny.

I believe that every one of us has a meaning for living. That belief my discolor every now and then, but most of time, it's on top of my belief list.

And I also believe that certain thing in life is meant to happen. And happen for a reason whether it seems bad or not at the time.

Big daddy has been so supportive the whole time that I was in Singapore, and every now and then, my greediness came out to say that I MUST track him, I don't want to lose him.

I still love him equally, but ever since me and him had

"the talk"

I don't feel so insecure anymore.

What I didn't want is the fact that it was only me who had a feeling this whole time. And that he was just keeping up with it, coz he was too nice to say no.

But knowing that somewhere along the line, our hearts crossed, it means more in a way that our lives has crossed.

We're still traveling on a gravel road, not knowing what we want in life, or where we want to go from here, but all I know is that, there was that one time, we were connected, mind and spirit.

I still want him if I can, but I gave up on trying to stop the boat that is not willing to rest it's sails.

I will be hurt  if the day comes that turns out that I'm not the one,

but for now, even if he doesn't say anything special, he still doesn't fail to put a smile on my face.

And that's all I need.

A SMILE.

Happy birthday my friend. Will love you forever.

Getting older and wiser

I remember back in those days that I was so nervous that I couldn't ask the boy I liked out.

I remember back in those days it was a challenge to hold a boy's hand.

I remember back in those days when I really really really wanted to kiss a boy but I didn't know how to ask or how to put myself out there.

I remember THAT day, and it took sooooooo long before it got there.

Then I remember getting into the world of working, and having to get into the awkward situation where I had to do the whole

"awww, thank you" 

or

"awwww congratulations!!"

with kisses, sometimes on the cheek, sometimes on the lips, and me with awkward smile looking like a grinch, hoping to get out from this moment as quick as possible.

Then it became ok,

I'd verbally say that I love my friends, or use word as a teaser

like

"you're so annoying"


"Oh you know you love me!"

or it became ok to wear mini skirt into public, and then the heels, and the tops became tighter, and push up bras here and there.

But when did it became ok??

And when did it become ok to kiss those boys that you just met that night but you were flirting with, and when did become ok to do so even in public??

People say older ladies are shameless, but I guess I'm starting to go into that track.

Priorities

Priorities and family.

The two you think it doesn't blend in together.

But I find out today that it does....

Borrowing my mother's cell phone to call my father, she tells me


"use the short cut, long press on the 2"


You wonder why it's "2" considering it's someone you call on a relatively frequent basis, you'd think it'll be stored under "1". So I asked


"Who's on number 1?"


She answers

"Your sister".


Heh, priorities aye?

Cleaning

I seriously wonder, what is with parents wanting to clean the house in the morning.

It seems to be every kid's problem that we get waken up by parents's lovely noise of vacuuming the house.  Specifically on those days all we want to do is SLEEP.

And then I had a brief talk we had my mother this morning as it turns out that there are huge load of bloggers on the website around bout 9.30am.

My mother's question was that

"why are they so free at that time? don't they have stuff to do like cleaning??"

But then why do our mothers just need to clean at morning??

For me, my morning routine goes lazy in bed for extra 30min, get up, eat breakfast, do the dishes and read the news, check the emails, all that jazz, THEN the cleaning.

Now what is the problem in doing the cleaning at say, 3pm?? I understand why you wouldn't do it at night time as you really can't see much at night. But really, what is the difference between cleaning at 10am and 3pm??

That'll be a mystery for me forever....