Wonderland
In Auckland city alone, there are over 4,000 parks and reserves, covering almost 11% of the land area. There are no snakes, poisonous plants, pesky insects, scary predators or weird people with bad intentions.
If you feel like reconnecting with nature or simply decompressing, you don’t need to drive far; there’s always a patch of green somewhere.
Epiphany
Over dinner at the second reincarnation of this chicken place in Pukekohe, B asked us the all important post-Christmas question of, ‘when will you take down your Christmas tree?’. I joked that we would still have it standing on the 17th of January so that we would have the pleasure of having M retrieve her birthday gift from under it.
M grinned, making a face and while we all laughed, deep inside, I was still baffled that a woman who has perfected thoughtful, tasteful and financially appropriate gift-giving could forego NOT putting up a tree in her flat. But that’s a boundary we didn’t want to cross; it’s her space and she had all the right in the world to do anything she wanted to do in it including NOT putting up Christmas decorations. It rankled, but I had to respect it.
The answer was that we didn't have a date, or rather, we left it to when we got around to doing a major start of the year clean-up which could be anytime up to the 1st week of February. It wasn’t really a big deal and besides, we liked having the twinkling lights.
‘Tradition states that you could have it up until the Epiphany- 12 days after Christmas- and if you don't, it would be bad luck.” B declares after having looked it up on Google.
Well then, nothing like the Asian in me to be immediately convinced at the mention of two words: ‘bad luck.’
We ended up removing all the Christmas decorations on the 1st of January.
(NOT) New Year resolutions
I just realised today that I may have confused tasks I need to do (and can actually do), with New Year resolutions (which you’re not obliged to do).
So here’s my (initial) list:
Have a proper pedicure
Go to an actual dermatologist
Finish culling your clothes
Go to the gym during the working week
Study stuff properly
Put financial savings into aggressive mode
EAT more vegetables
Bake PROPER stuff
Better food planning
Better time planning
5 days before Christmas
The bathroom was finally done, along with a million touch-ups for the laundry area and the toilet. The man from the vanity place took one look at the stain on the quartz top and declared gravely that if it ‘looks like a thumbprint, then it most likely is a thumbprint’.
I was bracing myself for a 2-3 week wait for another custom-cut replacement if it wasn’t.
So that’s done.
Final round of work meetings with everyone making the usual small-talk and the big question of ‘what are you doing this Christmas’? I was tempted to do an animated spiel of all the quirky, non-traditional things we had planned to do, but I was actually exhausted this week so I simply said, ‘just spending it at home’, which was essentially true.
You can do a lot at home.
I’ve always fantasised about spending Christmas elsewhere, but I must say that the allure of spending it with people you actually love and care about has a stronger pull, though if I was paid to spend it in New York, I probably would!
Anyways, took Friday off to get things ready like clean the house, clear out the fridge and just generally relax as I’m still working on the 23rd and half the day on the 24th.
Partayyyy
Hard to believe that I literally go to only two scheduled social-affairs a year, and now that B&E have moved on from hosting their epic New Year soirees, there’s only one left- our work-do.
That’s nearly 14 of some of the most memorable get-togethers with people you see five days of the week.
We’ve done everything from simple barbecues (at a colleagues spacious home), to hotels, historic venues and even a boat (actually missed one). And I look forward to it because it’s the only time I get to drink alcohol (prior to New Year’s) which in hindsight, has probably saved my life. Before leaving the Philippines permanently, I was literally drinking every other day. It was fun but it couldn’t have been healthy.
And I make an effort, because why not? I buy an entirely new outfit (like literally even the shoes shown on the lookbook) which is also my outfit for Christmas dinner. I get to either have a puff of someone’s cigarette or better still, get an entire cigarette all to myself (thanks D!). I miss smoking, but I’ll be damned if I ever go back to the habit.
And I get to finally see who my co-workers really are are outside of work which can be very entertaining (!).
The answer is YES
I don’t have a lot of friends, and I’m glad that within this small circle, WE ALL SHARE the same political values.
At this point, would you really care about ethics, when the line in the sand has never been drawn more clearly or more deeply?
DITCH THEM, GHOST THEM if you haven’t already; life is too short to waste on total cunts.
Wedded bliss
Congratulations B & E.
When you're ready but life (or other people) aren't
I’ve purchased the towels. I’ve decided on and bought the shelving. Waited for and got great deals from Black Friday promotions for bath mats, runners, decor (vase, fake coral, real calla lily leaves from the garden in the photo) and even several month’s supply of toiletries (Sans Ceuticals and Aesop) so you know, it would look good on the shelves.
I already knew how the bathroom was going to look and more importantly, what looked good in it even before the renovation started.
But for something so tiny, it’s far from done. I mean, the issues aren’t really dramatic- visible gaps in the door and window framing, the problematic walk-in shower, a factory stain on the custom-sized quartz vanity top, unfinished electricals - but it’s just baffling how something so straightforward (yes it is because I finally paid attention during the renovation process) can stretch out longe that it should just because some people actually don’t do their job well.
And that’s the fucking truth.
the tree is up
We’ve had several memorable Christmas trees growing up.
The earliest one I could remember - and I could be wrong because my memory is so bad- was a shrub in a pot and there were Christmas balls hung on the stems.
Then my mother went through her crafty phase. She had the idea of filling a chicken coop/fencing wire thingy shaped into a cone, with shiny green cellophane cut and pinched to resemble ‘leaves’. The cone ended up being so big that for some reason, we only filled the part that was visible; a trick I still use to this day, because why waste ornaments on a side nobody sees??
Then we had the infamous soap-sud tree! We used the branches of this tree that grows beside the river called pakar. We wanted something that came out of a winter’s day when the whole world was covered in snow. To achieve the snow-effect, we dissolved packets of laundry powder detergent in as little water as possible, and whipped it up to create dense suds that resembled meringue.
These were draped onto the branches to create the illusion of fallen snow. I can’t remember now how it lasted, but as we grew older and conventional, store-bought trees came to the shops, you realise how more fun it was to create something out of nothing with your family.
Unfortunately, while I’m creative at other things, crafty DIY stuff seems to be impervious to my enthusiastic attempts. So I’ve given up and have resigned to the fact that when it comes to Christmas trees, the safest route for me was to do a conventional one with conventional materials.
This year, we’ve decided on a gold and white theme and New Zealand being the small country that it is, didn’t have what I was looking for but thank God fo Amazon.
This Monday
Monday was great, because I guess it started off differently.
Sam had to drop the car off for servicing at around 7 a.m., so I tagged along. We had bagels and coffee at a totally empty Krispy Kreme store just around the corner, and it was one of those mornings when everything was just right. I never really took a shine to bagels, but the KK house-baked one had a nice crisp exterior with a pillowy soft centre. The avocado was fresh, and the coffee was nice and strong. Traffic was light and the sun was out against an utterly cloudless blue sky.
What could go wrong? Well, nothing really. Or if to does, who gives a fuck right? It’s not personal.
You just do your very best to solve it, get on top of it, put it away.
Smashed it
I believe I may have written about smashed burgers a couple of times and that:
It’s the only way to make home-made burgers for me
That I may never again order fancy burgers when we eat out with the exception of McDonald’s.
The only bun to serve it on is brioche (this is non-negotiable).
But I’m writing about it again because I’ve managed to make it in less than twenty minutes (including prep time) with the least mess possible. I guess, familiarity creates a perfect system.
The trick is, to start cooking your beef the moment you press the on-button on your air-fryer for your fries.
It takes about 15 minutes for the fries to cook and in that space of time, you smash/fry your patties on the skillet; put the cheese slices on top; and then onto the oven at 180 to finish cooking, and then a resting period as the fries finish cooking.
I always weigh my beef, and a 60+ gram patty within this time frame ends up being medium-rare which is how I like my beef.
The small bun can be misleading; I’ve attempted to eat two and it ended being two much.
Sunday
Who lines up for two hours for Cinnabon??
While I must admit that we purposely went to Westfield Newmarket to see if we could score a box (amongst other chores), we certainly didn’t want to waste two hours, or even an hour, lining up for pastry. Sorry, but it’s just stupid.
I think David Jones is underrated. Some good- pricey but quality- stuff there like George Jensen homeware, Yves Delorme towels (on sale too), and Aquazzura Casa serving-ware. But we were looking for patent-leather shoes for Emma and Ben’s wedding, and we did find ones that were just under $200 (you wear them only once or twice anyway).
Christmas decorations were also on sale and we got a new wreath to replace the one we’ve been using for years (setting up the tree next weekend).
The shirt I was looking for at I Love Ugly no longer had my size, so time to rethink (again) about what to wear for the coming month’s various social engagements (there’s just two anyway lol).
Still mulling over Christmas presents as well (saw a cute holster type thingy for a 40 oz Stanley cup), but the crowd was starting to grow so after lunch at Selera (noodles and Hainan chicken), we called it a day.
It's sad when...
You want to do art, but SnapChat filters and AI make it so much easier
You make Filipino-style spaghetti and everyone hates it
The temperature goes up a searing 20 degrees celsius
A Cinnabon branch opens in New Zealand and you think it’s the second coming of Christ
You didn’t eat rice for three weeks and you lost ZERO kilos
You were so sure of winning the lottery ($8m) but only ended up getting $26
You thought you were going to be really sad and upset but then all you felt was MEH
You can’t find the new Salem’s Lot movie from HBO Max on any of the streaming platforms
You’ve postponed reading all the new Kindle books you’ve bought until you get the new Ipad Mini that you’re being gifted with this Christmas
You have to choose between a longer holiday in the Philippines next year or a shorter one so you could go to Austria, Slovenia, Croatia and Italy in the fall
And then just like that..
The year is over (in my head anyway).
There are 49 more days to go before Christmas, and when all you worry about is what menu to create for Noche Buena, what shirt to wear for the Christmas work-do (is it that Mr P. green shirt or the Rag and Bone Terry polo?) and whether you can shave off two more kilograms in two weeks because you’ve stopped eating rice, then the year is truly done.
Work isn’t, but it now marches on its own timed, ticking beat until the 24th, and then everyone goes away as they do in New Zealand, leaving your inbox filled with out-of-office replies.
But not so for the builders who are most likely feeling the looming pinch of lingering projects. After taking their time completing a small ensuite, they’ve picked up the pace for the last three builds and have given us a completion target of eight days.
Eight days; need to go bathroom accessory shopping!
The long weekend
Le week-end de la Fête du Travail a été une période de détente et de repos bien méritée. Le dimanche, nous n'avons rien fait de particulier - le linge n'a pas été lavé, la vaisselle s'est accumulée dans l'évier, les vêtements traînaient partout.
Je me suis levé tard, vers 10 heures, car c'était l'occasion de prendre un peu de temps pour moi. Après tout, vous travaillez tellement qu'il est difficile de vous convaincre que de temps en temps, il est tout à fait normal de ne rien faire.
Passer du temps sans rien faire peut sembler presque coupable, mais c'est en fait essentiel pour se ressourcer et se détendre, afin de revenir au travail avec une énergie renouvelée (AI wrote this).
Start of the week
The mornings are still cold. I’ve been wanting to get back to yoga, but trudging up the stairs for decaf at 5:30 am, I feel like I’m 65, my knees stiff, my hips locked.
In spring, the sunshine is at an almost level slant through the sliding deck doors. We’ve stripped off the worn UV plastic panels off them and within 5 minutes, you can feel the warmth seeping into your body. This is Lily’s favourite spot- she’s already soaking up the sunlight and for once, she’s silent. I join her, sitting at the edge of the wooden bench. One by one, I strip off my clothes- half the sliding door is covered by a thermal curtain so the neighbours don’t see anything.
I used to hate the sun, avoided it like a true Asian person (I draw the line though at using an umbrella as a shield). But now, I’ve mentally left the dark and over-cast universe that I’ve inhabited for the better part of my adult life.
And now I’m out in the light, in the sunshine.
My alarm goes off- 10 min to 8am; time to get to work.
Today
Fine. Hold onto kindness as strongly as you can because sometimes (grudgingly), it’s the right thing to do.
What does blue cheese smell like? I said, like an unwashed, uncircumcised penis which my friends took offense to, because 1) they’re not cut and 2) I didn’t know shit because I was.
I said to someone today; work is actually easy. Life outside of work is harder.
Have yet to do something creative on my desk space. Sigh.
This is why I hate balconies, cliffs, and even small decks.
I was asked, if I had the chance to live in real life, any three recent shows, what would they be? I replied: be the conflicted daddy in Euphoria; an aristocratic, Eton-educated, psychopath banker in Industry and a butler in Downton Abbey.
Word of the week: CHOICES
I fucking actually hate E.
Sunday aspirationals
So we had a sudden craving for chilli con carne for Sunday dinner and Farro Foods had a pre-made one that we had tried before and it was really good. So off we went to the branch in Mt. Wellington with the awful parking to pick one up and a couple of small things.
Entering the store triggered in me that irrationally exhilarating feeling I had when I had my first credit card with a limit in the mid-five digits- I just wanted to buy everything in sight that caught my fancy.
It’s the supermarket of my dreams; heirloom tomatoes that looked like they were made by a 3D printer gone haywire, new season asparagus as thick as sausages, niche vegetables like celeriac and witloof, at least seven kinds of micro-greens, store-made focaccia bigger than dinner plates, specialist cheeses, inidividual organic acai and fruit breakfast bowls and seasoning and oils from Europe and South America.
It was everything I didn’t really need but wanted to get.
We got the chilli and some good nacho chips to go with it, but when our basket started to fill up with, ‘oh look at this small treat’ stuff like pickle dip, bags of broccolini, Israeli couscous, and Appleby’s Strawberry and Cream ice-cream, we had to forcibly march ourselves to the check-out counter.
Someday…
Thursday
My skin-care stuff arrived today and I was a bit taken aback by how small the bottles were considering how much they cost.
I remember what my mother used to tell us when she would catch us fussing over our faces when we were younger: (translated)’ you better make sure you could afford those things you put on your face when you’re old’.
And it actually makes financial sense. A pensioner in New Zealand I think gets $200 a week. I spent just over $200 for a cleanser, moisturiser and a masque. And these are in addition to stuff I still have on my bathroom counter like niacinamide solution, three facial oils, a retinol serum, two morning creams and two kinds of SPF. The whole lot normally lasts 3-4months and I tend to get other stuff which is a combination of specialist and drug-store brands.
Ironically, it was my parents who set me off on this routine. They pointed out the pimples on my face once and wondered out loud if it was acne which was strange when both of them didn’t have it when they were younger.
I became determined to get rid of it because I knew it was something about myself that I could change. And I’m glad that I did because I actually look good. It could be better- skin treatments in NZ cost a small fortune- but it’s all about consistency. If you started early, you have a good chance of enjoying the effects of that early start.
Who knows, if I’m really lucky, I’d still look 40 at 65 and get away with just using cheap Nivea or something.