Kumara, Moku, Utu
I'm in love.The place is called Aotearoa, the Land of the Long White Cloud. It costs around Php 20,000 to fly there, and another Php 20,000 to fly back, stopovers at Malaysia, Singapore, or Hong Kong. People there drive on the left side of the road, and they have an MP who used to be a man.
My friend's going there for a two-week vacation.
Damn.
She has cousins in Auckland.
Damn.
I learned about New Zealand while watching Xena: Warrior Princess. I wanted to watch Lord of the Rings just because it was shot in New Zealand. Maybe with just a few more New Zealand travel guidebooks, I can sell my own New Zealand travel package.
All I need is a plane ticket.
Now let me tell you. I'm not just in love with the place, not in the way people love the Caribbean or Paris.
I'm in love with their culture too -- the strangeness of it, the uniqueness of it.
A year ago, I watched this movie that almost made me cry.
I said almost.
It was called Whale Rider, based on a children's book of the same name by Witi Ihimaera. Ok, based on a book for young adults, since the story contained words such as "cigarette," "divorce," and "I am not afraid to die."
And it almost made me cry.
It was about an eight-year-old girl's love for her family, her destiny, and the survival of her tribe.
And whales committing suicide.
Sniff.
(insert emoticon here)
POP QUIZ: A makomako __________.
a. is probably an animal
b. is sort of a jewelry
c. sounds like one of those kitchen products on Home TV Shopping
d. both a and c
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