I am overwhelmed with things that I wanted to write. And since I’m just in an internet cafe with little to no money to spend on internet, here goes my ramblings. 🙂
I am so grateful of our family friend for super helping me in everything. From looking for a place to stay, picking me up at the airport, to giving me EZ Link card and a “starting money”. I somewhat feel ashamed for accepting the help, my pride is eating me whole. But times like these, who cares about pride, right? As long as the help will not be forgotten. I tell that to myself to stop feeling guilty…
I’m now staying at a hotel near chinatown waiting for the 6:30pm to arrive. We (my friend and i) will be going to Anchorvale to check out the room that I will be renting out. So to kill time, I’ve decided to go around downtown first, have my peso changed to sgd and buy a Singtel sim. (I now have my Sing# but wont’t be posting it here, not that I am assuming you’re interested. ^_^)
One interesting observation here (well, it IS obvious) is that even good English speakers like the Pinoys succumb to the “national language”: Singlese. My friend warned me that once in Singapore, you’ll forget your tenses, and everything that you’ve learned from English 101, and retain just plain basic English with an added “lah” and some other Singlese expressions (or whatever you may call it). I find myself laughing deep inside hearing my friend talk that way knowing full well that she’s a fluent English speaker. I laugh because I know soon, I’ll sound exactly like that. I’m practicing my Singlese at the same time my Pinoy-English so that I won’t forget my English 101. 😛
It rained after lunch today. Yes, it’s true, it’s is sweltering hot (very hot hot. lol) here. Even if it’s raining, i was sweating from just walking a hundred meters or so. It’s either the heat OR my being physically UNfit. haha I’m thinking of jogging this week. Evan, haha, I hope this time i get to finally do it.
So now I’m here in lucky plaza, wasting my money on internet just to post this blog, and yeah, doing some job hunting. And waiting for Miko to arrive. There are a lot of you-will-know-whos here, i observed. Being the racist that I am, I always brace myself for the worst kind of BO every time I come across a lot of them (now i assume you know the you-know-whos that I am referring to) . But my stereotyping was proved wrong as not all of them stinks. A few, but not each and everyone of them.
General feeling for today: A different kind of scared. Scared of thinking “What if I don’t get a job here?” and of failing those who have believed in me and supported me and wished me nothing but success. My friend asked me what I’ll do if ever I can’t find a job within 3 months time and i answered here that it ISN’T an option. This is a different kind of adventure. What I felt as a tourist before (when I first went here and visiting other countries as well) and now is different. Now, I no longer had that security that in a few days or so I’ll be back in the real world, that my being here is for leisure’s sake. Now, it’s not. There is that nagging fear in me that I might be caught jay walking, loading/unloading on the wrong bus stop or for simply by being here. This is and will be my real world. I no longer had that feeling of security that I can go home anytime I want to. I am forced to make this my home and to make it here, period. I am expected to do good, be good, make good.