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  • I’m pretty excited for BF to start his course. It won’t be easy with both of us studying, but his workload will be pretty light in comparison with mine because his course is a part time one designed to fit in with work/family commitments.

    The programme manager said if he did well she would be happy to write him a character recommendation for his application next year! Which is just fabulous – and she hasn’t even met him! We went to the info evening on Tuesday to find out more. At the mo it’s a bit up in the air because WINZ have confirmed they will pay his course fee for him. He’s been in to see his case worker, filled out the course participation application form, and received back a slip of paper confirming fees will be paid in five weeks (a few days before course starts, because “you never know what could happen in five weeks…” Yeah, okay.) Except the uni peeps say he needs to bring in a form to THEM, get their bank account number and get that to WINZ so they know where to pay it to. WINZ don’t seem too onto it. And I know they don’t care – no one is there to look out for his best interests – so we have to chase whoever needs chasing to ensure he gets everything sorted in time.

    She also recommended he do one or two “learning workshops”. Apparently a lot of students haven’t been writing essays and stuff at university level and have been struggling. Which is understandable. But the workshops are pretty pricey – from $100, what’s up with that? At AUT they’re free. I did have a look around the Auckland Uni site and they do have other learning workshops which appear to be free or nearly free, but they’re not so in depth and they’re very specific. IE, instead of “essay writing intensive” there are workshops on referencing, paragraphing, writing to marking criteria, etc.

    I figure I’ll be able to help him out quite a bit. We’ll take a stab and if together we can’t get him up to scratch then he can enrol in one of those. I mean, I’m a comms major, I did English a year ahead all through school, have generally always kicked ass at essay writing and tutored English for a bit. BF is pretty confident too, as always. Even when I told him that they’re phasing out special admission entry for over 20s, and he definitely needs a solid B+ to guarantee entry to a degree next year.

  • Day off

    I think today is the first day all week it hasn’t rained! Loving it.

    I slept in till 10.30, then cleaned up the house, did some laundry, caught up on blogs and news, and took photos of the old car to post online.

    It’s $39 (!!!) to post an ad in motoring on TM, so I’m listing it first on trade and exchange and gumtree (free) before shelling out that much. Thing is, with TM you get what you pay for – it’s what everyone uses and you get heaps of exposure on there.

    If anyone in Auckland’s looking for Levin/Corolla parts (1989) drop me a line!

    P6170287

  • Feeling pretty good – I think I did pretty well on the exam, and OH MY LORD does it feel good to know I’ll never sit another one again!

    Out of the three topics I wrote about, I had already written essays on two during the semester. And then there was the NZ section. I toyed with writing about the 1987 stockmarket crash, or the privatisation of Telecom, but in the end I chose privacy and surveillance. Privacy was my topic of choice for a couple of reasons: there wasn’t a lot of theory to learn, and it genuinely interested me. And the more relevant a subject is for me, the better I’m going to do. Simple.

    I suppose on the face of it, NZ isn’t all that bad. We don’t have extensive CCTV on the streets like in London. Our credit files are pretty sparse in comparison to the States, where it’s reported to credit bureaus every month whether you pay your bills on time, and health insurance companies know every minutiae of your medical history.

    There was apparently a huge ruckus in the 90s when they introduced photographs onto driver’s licences. Honestly, I never even knew there was a time when licences didn’t bear photos and were merely printed on paper. Photos? We don’t even bat an eye. Where would most of us young’uns be without them? Our licences are our primary forms of ID. If you don’t have one, you can’t get into bars/clubs/pubs unless you want to buy a HANZ 18plus card, and in that case you might as well pay to sit your learner’s.

    How much do you value anonymity? I can’t put an amount to it. I’m definitely becoming more aware of what details I dispense, and to who. I’m becoming more discerning of what I post online and how I conduct myself IRL, especially anything that might be recorded. if I’m going to be working in the media industry, it’s only wise.

    But at the same time, anonymity seems to be a concept that’s becoming more and more antiquated. Nowadays you have to market yourself. Selling yourself might mean establishing a presence on Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn (how sick am I of seeing those three names bandied around together???) and more. Off the top of my head, a really good example is Julia Allison. She basically lives her whole life in the social media spotlight. It’s not something I’d like for myself, but she strove for this and she’s achieved it.

    The older you get, the more you have to reveal about yourself. Applying for loans. Applying for jobs. Applying to university. Even applying for a place to live! I remember looking at places last year. One agency in particular had a heinously long application form which required income, source of income, and even bank account number (and that was a big firm too!!) – can you say dodgy? I’m not sure what, if anything, they could do with your bank account number, but I certainly was not comfortable disclosing that. There are some things I’m comfortable giving out, but that was out of line.

  • Car hunt is over!

    We are no longer carless, but the proud owners of a 1990 (limited edition) Familia. It’s a dinky little hatch, but it’s extremely roomy (like, far more spacious than the Levin) both in front, back and the boot. BF was pleased, because it’s a manual, and it’s a 1.6L so has enough power to haul our asses around.

    No, it’s not our dream car, but like I told BF, that’s not what we’re looking for. What we’re after is something solid and reliable – not pretty, not fast, just functional.

    But to be honest, it ticks almost all the boxes! Electric windows, good cupholder..and working seatbelts were also a plus. And although a four door would have been nice, it’s not a must-have at this stage of our lives, especially given that this car isn’t uncomfortably cramped inside. It only has 115,000 km on the clock, and prior to this guy (apparently a private dealer, only owned it since April, according to the report we ordered from carjam.co.nz) a woman owned it for 11 years and kept a folder with all receipts and meticulous records. She had lots of little things done, the kind of maintenance you’d expect, and I’m going to continue doing that with the car. She has brand new tyres from her warrant, which was done in April, and a brand new rego through until September.

    The not so good

    The seller was pretty honest on the listing. The things he didn’t mention were the passenger window only opened/closed from the master control on the driver’s side, and the extent of the rust. He said there was a little bit of rust along one side of the driver’s door. There was also a little bit more along the boot edge and under the lid. However, he and BF agreed it wasn’t structural. It shouldn’t be an issue for warrants for some time; BF and our panelbeater friend can work on it themselves; and at worst, we would just replace the entire tailgate in the future. It shouldn’t be hard to find a Mazda tailgate, or an equivalent Ford one. The slight clicking he mentioned and which we heard on the test drive is either the CV boots (not the joints) or steering rack, which we will get done fairly soon – as BF says, to get the car “immaculate”. He’s really wanting to look after it; I’m glad he understands how important it is for us to keep this car as long as possible and to baby it as much as we can.

    Show me the money

    The asking price was (oddly enough) $1733. Like I said earlier, my budget was up to $1500 for the right car, MAX. So we went with $1500 cash in hand.

    But he said he had already received an offer for $1500, and turned it down.

    In the end, we took it for $1600. I was a little bit reluctant. The rust scared me quite a bit. But mechanically the car was fine; it drove beautifully, felt solid underneath (I don’t know how to describe it, but BF’s Levin didn’t feel solid like that), had low k’s and had obviously been quite well cared for over the last decade. There was nothing else comparable in our price range, and spending an extra $100 I think was worth it. We could have spent $1000 and bought something with 200,000km on it, or something 25 years old. No thanks.

    We then spent $109 on oil and new air/fuel/oil filters. BF did all the work himself. Then I duly noted down in the folder: serviced with all filters changed and new oil 😛

    Plus $12 for the Carjam report (more on that below) and $9.20 for the change of ownership. Youch!

    The process

    Just for anyone who’s interested!

    • Found a fresh listing on TradeMe which looked interesting; showed BF when he came into the room
      BF got excited, gave me a little speech about what a find this was and how disappointed he’d be if we missed out on cars like this due to my reluctance to act
    • Got in touch with the guy to discuss seeing the car
    • After a lot of back and forth texting, arranged to view it the following morning (handily enough, he lived three roads away)
    • Ordered a Carjam report for $12, which told us about the ownership history, whether it had ever been reported stolen, damaged or had money owing on it, when it had gone for warrant inspections, whether the speedo was reliable, and when it was first registered.
    • Went for a test drive. We looked over the car like hawks. BF did a really thorough check (so proud of him! He knows so much more now) checking the body for rust, dents and faults in the paint/bodywork; the exhaust for smoke or black soot; and all the bits under the hood. Asked a SHITLOAD of questions.
    • Completed the change of ownership form ($9.20), paid for the car and drove away!

    I’m definitely glad BF was able to service the car himself and change out all the filters, despite them being really fiddle and difficult to remove. It was a little nervy when he changed the fuel filter; he also adjusted the revs in accord with the recommended settings for the new filter. But we later found that they just didn’t gel with the car… it was revving too high and would over-rev after every gear change. Not nice. I told him it would just have to wait until the weekend, because he had work lined up for the rest of the week. But he insisted on doing it immediately…no way was he going to let the car stay that way! So when we got home at about 8,  he popped the bonnet, turned on the outside lights (dim as they are) and fiddled with the revs til they balanced out.

    Overall, I’m feeling a little tentative. I’m nervous to see how this will pan out. With luck, it will last us a good few years, but then again, luck has never been on our side with cars. On the plus side, our car knowledge has increased tenfold in the last couple of years, and we’re both dedicated to taking care of it and extending its life. According to the Dog and Lemon Guide, this is a good, reliable car that should last for many years, and being a Mazda, parts should be easy to get for it.

    And now, I get to start saving supermarket fuel vouchers again, and watching gas prices fluctuate with a hawkeye!

  • Once upon a time

    …I probably wrote faster than I could type. You know, the bumbling, two-fingered shuffle across the keyboard?

    Now it’s pretty much the polar opposite. I get frustrated when I physically have to write stuff down – it’s just so slow.

    Last year I even stopped handwriting my notes when it came time to study for exams. Instead, I typed them up in short bullet point or paragraph style. Much neater, faster, and easier to go back and insert bits and pieces as needed.

    So I thought my exam was going to be a real bitch because I would be spending three solid hours doing nothing BUT writing. Writing, by hand. On paper. Ouch. But surprisingly, the time flew by, my hands didn’t cramp up, and God must have been smiling on me because the questions were worded super nicely and once I put my pen to paper, the words flowed. Three essays? Done, in just over two hours. My writing started to taper off and curve back on itself once I got past the first three pages, but at least it was still legible.

    The weird thing? As I was writing, I would randomly picture in my head just how I would write that particular word in shorthand. Especially words with special endings, like ment or ange…because I could have inscribed those with one single short stroke. Pity we had to stick to strict English, but at least I wasn’t tempted to use txt speak. I didn’t even use the & symbol ONCE.

  • It’s bleak out there

    Following up from yesterday, since we have a water bill to pay and I have at least two (maybe three) weeks off, in which I’m only working two full days, I thought I’d look around for any odd one off type jobs I could pick up. There’s really nothing on Student Job Search though (I remember back in 2007 when there were all sorts – helping out at expos, data entry, etc…) and theoddjob.co.nz is just full of scam ads.

    So I guess I’ll spend it relaxing, being with BF, cleaning the house etc, shopping multiple times a week on the scooter (no longer have access to car as BF’s brother moved out on his own…the car that I originally bought back in 2007 and then got rid of because the transmission died and couldn’t afford to fix..Yeah, I know…) and car hunting. Hopefully we can find one by the end of the month. Like I said, we can’t expect much for $1-1.5k, but I just really need it to last at least till the end of year when I can (touch wood) work full time and be bringing in more. I don’t want to rush into buying a complete dunger, and having this time off will hopefully help us make the best choice we can.

  • Uck…

    Was quite pleased to see that we’d have $50-60 left over this week. I figured that could go towards our water bill, which we’re currently poring over trying to work out how much to pay. It’s pretty heinous – almost $300 more than last quarter’s, because of the water leak. So we’re trying to calculate the amount we should pay taking that into account. LL says he’s happy with whatever we decide, but I think it’s only fair we shoulder a LITTLE bit of it. I mean, we don’t know EXACTLY how much we use as he doesn’t have a separate water meter. We just divide it equally between us all.

    Going off what we used last quarter, which was around $90pp, and what it would cost this month should we split it equally ($166) it’s quite a big jump. I’d say we just split the difference, but it’s a lot of money! Esp when multiplying by two for both me and the boy. I’m thinking we’ll go for something a bit less extreme. It just sucks all around – there’s no fair way to do it, because it’s no one’s fault there was a leak but SOMEONE has to pay for it.

    Umm…so yeah! The bad news! Both BF and I need to top up our phones this week, so that’s a pretty $50 down the drain. His month used to roll over at the beginning of the month, but at some point we were hideously broke and didn’t top him up for a couple of a week.s Now we’re both in sync with our phone cycles falling in the middle of the month. Sigh

  • It’s a Monday, but it feels like Sunday…

    because I’m on study leave!

    Not that I’m doing much studying.

    It’s really, REALLY hard to get motivated. This is my only exam, and should be my last one EVER. Oh sweet, sweet relief.

    But….I just don’t care! I’ve handed everything else for all my other papers. This is a core paper that I need to pass to graduate; it’s the most academic of all my papers, and the most stuffy. At this point, as long as I pass, I actually don’t think I’d care.

    Well, as long as I didn’t get anything below a B-. I’m Asian. To get a C would be, shall I say, unthinkable.

    Had a good weekend, financially. Went shopping at Lim Garden (crazy Chinese supermarket in Mt Albert). We got all our meat and produce there – spent about $25 or something ridiculous on meat in total – and bits and bobs like noodles, sauces, sugar etc. If only they stocked everything a normal supermarket does…it would be perfect. We still had to go to Pak n Save for things like razors, tampons, baking soda and cereal. We spent $51 at Lim, which pretty much covered all our dinners and other important stuff, and then a whopping $60 at PnS! This did include toiletries and a fair few treats, to be honest. If we go back to Lim this week and spend a similar amount, I’ll try to make sure we rein ourselves in at PnS afterwards so we can really get that grocery bill down.

    One thing that has always been hard to manage is BF’s lunches. While he was working, I usually made him rolls or sandwiches – sometimes the odd pasta, salad or fried rice – and he had another $40 or $50 for lunches. I know, that’s a lot, but the physical work kind of calls for it, and the kinds of food places around his workplace were expensive. Honestly, it was just one of those things it was easier to pay for. Especially when he was on sites that didn’t even have any kitchen facilities at all. Since he’s been home, he hardly eats lunches, but he has had a couple of one off days worth of work recently and that’s been hard to account for – especially not knowing until the last minute. We’re just taking it as it comes.

  • Pesky bankers

    I wish I could wear a sign on my forehead saying “Don’t try to sell me shit” every time I visit the bank.

    I know the bank tellers have to try and upsell things, and inform us about new products. It’s their JOB. But there are only so many times I can hear about KiwiSaver and Visa Debitplus before I lose it! One day, one very bad day, I just know I’m going to snap at the poor undeserving teller for his/her inane spiel, just because s/he is trying to make commission. Which is why, like I said, a sign on my head would be a really good idea. Or more practically, some sort of alert that pops up once you swipe your card, informing tellers that you’re opted out of sales pitches.

    Granted, one teller did tell me something of interest once. She deviated from the usual things and informed me that after graduating I’d be eligible for a low interest graduate loan. Something different, something useful to know.

    But I do NOT want a Visa Debitplus – if I did, I’d tell you. I don’t have a spending problem. I can handle credit responsibly. I’ve never run up consumer debt in my life. (I do, however, currently have a cashflow problem, which makes the Debitplus even less useful to me). So no thanks. Every time, I grit my teeth and smile and say “not for me at this moment”, because I have little patience for repetition.

    Nor do I want to sign up to KiwiSaver. Wait, let me rephrase. I DO. But it’s not on the cards at the moment. As I usually (when I can be bothered) explain, my partner has been laid off. Things are tight. It would be foolish to tie up money in KiwiSaver and lock myself into contributing for a year at this stage.

    Tellers usually go “mmhmmm” at this point and nod vaguely. I’m pretty sure they don’t even hear. Next, inevitably, comes the question “So, are you working?”

    Yes, of COURSE I’m working. We’d be on the street otherwise.

    “Oh, well, because if you weren’t, you wouldn’t have to contribute anything at all.”

    Yes, thanks. Not applicable. Plus, I know this because everytime I’ve come in over the last year, I’ve heard this over and over again.

    All right. Enough’s enough. I think I’m going to either suggest kindly to ASB that they implement an opt-out alert like I mentioned, or nicely ask a teller next week when I go to the bank next.

  • OH so comfortable!

    From Lacey at Perks of Being a Jap:

    My comfort clothes:
    – Dressing gown
    – Jeans – pretty much any!
    – Topped off with a comfy cardi or hoodie

    My comfort foods:
    – Fried rice
    – Cheesecake
    – Roast potatoes
    – Lasagne/pasta
    – Chocolate!
    – Biscuits, dunked in hot Milo
    – Stew or chunky minestrone type soup

    My comfort movies:
    – The Sound of Music :p
    – Rush Hour
    – Little Miss Sunshine

    My comfort books:
    – Memoirs of a Geisha
    – Harry Potter
    – Second Helpings/Sloppy Firsts
    – Phillip Pullman’s Dark Materials trilogy (Northern Lights/Subtle Knife/Amber Spyglass)
    – Anything by Marian Keyes

    Comfort activities:
    – Reading
    – Blogging and related activities
    – Vegging by the TV
    – Eating
    – Hugs and cuddles