my friend, i’m sad to report i’m back in the city, wellington. got here yesterday, 28th. apparently, my timing is so wrong as i’ve suspected long before. being in hastings in between christmas and new year is a no-go if you want to find any job. if you are not aware of it, i’m actually in the haunt for non-it jobs, something about farming just to check if i have any career in agriculture, hehe. but to be honest, i haven’t started finding IT jobs from the moment i landed down here. i had several email applications to agencies back when i was still in st.paul and the philippines, but realizing that if i could find myself a job in a kiwi city, then, i’ll get stuck in the urban and it defeats the purpose of moving in this amazing country at all.
so now, i’m hoping to become a farmer. 
well, there is only one worry that i have in working in farms and i assure you that is not because i might get my skin any darker. to work here in nz, one must have an IRD number for taxation purposes. it’s similar to TIN # back home. my IRD number is probably coming soon as i applied for one in hastings. now, the thing is that i am on a work-to-resident visa and that permit was given to me on the basis that i work in my trade, which is information technology, and obviously farming is far too different trade with IT (although milking rhymes with programming, and well as encoding). after several months of wandering, i plan to establish myself here more, and find appropriate long-term jobs, and i worry that immigration would not grant me the residency if they found out i worked in a totally different area. so, i’m really undecided if i should pursue looking for farm/fruit-picking works after the holiday, or go WWOOFing, which is another good option. no, that’s not barking like a mad dog just like it sounds, hehe, but it’s Willing Workers On Organic Farms. basically, it’s a volunteer programme where you work and help in the farm and in exchange for that, you receive free food and accommodation. at least in WWOOFing, i won’t be getting use of my IRD number, so there’s no risk of breaking any immigration law.
i don’t really know, let’s just see what happens.
to say something about hastings, there’s really nothing much to do around in area if you don’t have a job or a car. and me having none of these, it was such a bore. my christmas eve dinner was a full-foot subway sandwich, and a yakisoba instant i brought here..and saw twilight in cinema during the boxing day (dec 26). we actually had a christmas gathering in the hostel, sharing foods and drinks but nothing really compares to spending christmas back home. see, this was the first christmas i spent without my family, and although i’m used to be far from home, there’s still enough family-ties sense left in me to feel homesick. every time i pass by travel shops, and see their ticket listings, it feels weird. i could easily buy a ticket and be back home, but then again, i might regret for the depressive failure is more remembered than the euphoria of success, and the last thing that i would want to be is a failure. well, who would want to be?
