28.2.07
Karol’s already here in NZ. Woot!
I still can’t believe that he’s actually here. It never really sank in until he stepped out from the Wellington airport’s arrival gate.
He was there walking towards me, smiling like crazy, and welcomed me with a big “ang taba mo!” greeting. “It is really him”, I told myself. I’m not dreaming! I punched him in return, gave him a quick squeeze then he said hi to my dad. We were hyper. Couldn’t stop giggling while chatting all the way to the baggage claim area. It felt really nice because I sense no feel of awkwardness between the 2 of us. He’s the same karol I have loved ages ago.
We prepared dinner for him and invited few people. Everyone’s teasing me how happy I looked but I didn’t mind. They were right. I was really happy, and I can see that he’s really happy as well. He missed me. Weeeee.
Spending a week alone with him felt so perfect. We were so busy talking, wandering around Welly, cuddling, talking, playing pool, cuddling, talking, shopping, cuddling, etc etc. It felt so great that I didn’t even notice that a week has already passed. He’s the same old Karol, naughty in a sweet kind of way.
I tried to introduce him to the NZ lifestyle and most especially to the language. He seemed perfectly ok with it, but in the first few days, he wouldn’t say an English word. I asked him to buy a bottle of water but he stubbornly refused. The following day, I tried again and managed to make him buy 2 large chips from maccas. Then the following night, we met up with some friends. One of them is a kiwi. We asked Chris (kiwi) to try to talk to Karol so that he’ll get used to the accent. A moment later I found them conversing about sports and heard karol say “Back in college I used to play basketball a lot, how about you?” etc etc wahahaha. He was so funny. I can sense the nervouseness, but he did really fine.
Then Saturday early morning, we both flew to Christchurch. Had a quick tour around the place before we head to the farm where he’ll be living. He’s staying with another pinoy in a 3 bedroom house, which is practically bigger than our house here. It’s self-contained. Everything’s provided. Only problem is we haven’t bought a computer yet to keep him entertained. But we’ll get to that.
When it was finally time to part ways again, it didn’t feel too bad. I know he’s in good hands, and he’s just 1hr fly away. Besides, we have unlimited texts, calls, and video calls, so life is a lot easier for us.
I’m seriously broke, sleepless and drained, but I still feel ridiculously happy. This is the life!
I still can’t believe that he’s actually here. It never really sank in until he stepped out from the Wellington airport’s arrival gate.
He was there walking towards me, smiling like crazy, and welcomed me with a big “ang taba mo!” greeting. “It is really him”, I told myself. I’m not dreaming! I punched him in return, gave him a quick squeeze then he said hi to my dad. We were hyper. Couldn’t stop giggling while chatting all the way to the baggage claim area. It felt really nice because I sense no feel of awkwardness between the 2 of us. He’s the same karol I have loved ages ago.
We prepared dinner for him and invited few people. Everyone’s teasing me how happy I looked but I didn’t mind. They were right. I was really happy, and I can see that he’s really happy as well. He missed me. Weeeee.
Spending a week alone with him felt so perfect. We were so busy talking, wandering around Welly, cuddling, talking, playing pool, cuddling, talking, shopping, cuddling, etc etc. It felt so great that I didn’t even notice that a week has already passed. He’s the same old Karol, naughty in a sweet kind of way.
I tried to introduce him to the NZ lifestyle and most especially to the language. He seemed perfectly ok with it, but in the first few days, he wouldn’t say an English word. I asked him to buy a bottle of water but he stubbornly refused. The following day, I tried again and managed to make him buy 2 large chips from maccas. Then the following night, we met up with some friends. One of them is a kiwi. We asked Chris (kiwi) to try to talk to Karol so that he’ll get used to the accent. A moment later I found them conversing about sports and heard karol say “Back in college I used to play basketball a lot, how about you?” etc etc wahahaha. He was so funny. I can sense the nervouseness, but he did really fine.
Then Saturday early morning, we both flew to Christchurch. Had a quick tour around the place before we head to the farm where he’ll be living. He’s staying with another pinoy in a 3 bedroom house, which is practically bigger than our house here. It’s self-contained. Everything’s provided. Only problem is we haven’t bought a computer yet to keep him entertained. But we’ll get to that.
When it was finally time to part ways again, it didn’t feel too bad. I know he’s in good hands, and he’s just 1hr fly away. Besides, we have unlimited texts, calls, and video calls, so life is a lot easier for us.
I’m seriously broke, sleepless and drained, but I still feel ridiculously happy. This is the life!
// posted by jaena*** @ 09:26 
