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I knew it. It will be going to rain. But even I knew I didn’t bother to bring an umbrella. I don’t know how long had I walked and decided to get in the bus. I am getting used to commute now. I don’t compare Singapore and Canada in terms of public transportation anymore. All I need is the drive to pick up my butt and hit the road, and I have all of it. In fact I’ll be off again tomorrow.
I hope tomorrow is not going to be a drizzly one.
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“Why are you there (Canada) then?” My cousin retorts when I told her that I don’t dream big.
I don’t really dream big. When my mother asked me what I want to be when I grow up, I was in grade school that time, and I told her I want to be a teacher.
But honestly, I don’t know what I really want to be. I have never thought about that, it’s just that I felt that my mother was waiting for my answer so I replied with no hesitation.
And wanting to be a teacher is not big either, at least in the Philippines.
When I was still in Tondo, I always see this house every time I buy vegetables for our meal. If you know the common ‘tao’, they buy common needs when they need it, so I get to see this small house two to three times a day. Their house is probably smaller than ours, or I just thought that it is smaller because it seems that they have these appliances tucked in their living room. Since it is small, the living room might also be their dining room, just like us.
What I like in that house was the organ in one corner and the phone (we have no phone yet at that time) and the organ seem to grant my wish to learn to play any musical instrument. Guitar would be fine but, it won’t give me the glory of having a small but appealing house.
Still, not a big dream. I could wish a big house and lot in one of the richest subdivision or condominium in Makati but I didn’t.
I never thought of leaving Tondo.
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This was the message I saw taped in Mike’s front door when I climbed the stairs to his cottage. I was surprised when I read this, I didn’t realize that he is this cordial person. I saw him twice, well this was the third time I saw him, the last time was in my birthday party that my uncle threw for me last year.
He called A First Nation in this country. The Indian people who were the very first souls that reached Canada. I only watched them in the movies, and now I even hibernated at his place together with my group for two days.
He loves to utter the words “This is my country” whenever we talk about what he can do (,and what he cannot), and then we will all be bursting into laugh.
Continue reading ‘A long weekend that was….’
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Today is June 5, to this date last year, I think I was on the plane to Japan, and there I stayed for 5 hours, waiting for another flight straight to here (Canada).
I arrived in Pearson International Airport in June 5 also, for there is 12 hours of time difference. When I went outside, I removed my jacket because I thought that it is going to be humid outside. I wasn’t thinking of spring because I don’t know spring. We haven’t introduced to each other yet. I just found out few weeks ago that Spring’s actually name is Rhain also known as Rain.
It is so strange that, these people here are always talking about temperature. Today is 23 degrees and tonight is going to be 13 degrees.
I only see the weather conditions when I am watching news on TV when I was back home. My friend here told me that, maybe because you only have same weather every time.
Anyway, I promised myself a gift for my endurance. 4 years ago, when I finally decided to get off my parents place and giving up everything I get for free, my father told the rest that I’ll go back to where I don’t even buy even my undies. The place where I am protected from storms and flood – if I am not going outside when there’s heavy rain- and I am loved and pampered with fluttered eyes.
Now here I am, have been worked to Singapore for 2 and half years, there I learned that I can cook (bleh tatay!), visits Malaysia and Indonesia for few days’ trip and working as a Live-In Caregiver in Canada for a year now, where I also learned that I can cook some delicious food (bleh again tatay!)
I guess I already passed all the trials an OFW should deal with, although home sickness attack from time to time.
So I decided to give myself a gift, maybe a coffee from Tim Hortons and a walk again to Downtown. One big
bottle of Beringer’s White Zinfandel and Nikon D60? How’s that for me?
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I was walking to downtown this afternoon and I swear I still can’t believe that I am intruding one of the uninterrupted streets in this small town of Alliston in Canada. For the locals, they won’t find the street unruffled due to the ongoing sounds of the engines created by the motorists and the sudden loud car radio of the young drivers. But for me, it is so quiet and restful here.
I hit Shoppers Drug Mart again to browse through some books, but I didn’t buy any because I found a store where I can buy books in low-priced. I get the Study Guide for driver’s permit instead. I decided to take G1, meaning I can start learning how to drive a vehicle soon.
I was having a second thought at first, because I don’t believe I am ready to sit behind the steering wheel yet. I have heard of many car accidents, especially in some highways here. I don’t trust myself and I don’t trust other drivers either.
The last thing that I said was actually epitomized my being as a whole, I don’t trust anybody including myself, and I hate that.
And if you hate something, you don’t want to live with it. I said, I should start knowing my potentials and believe that I can do things, driving could be one of these.
After living here for almost a year (in few days, I will be staying here for a year and I said I am going to celebrate that day. It is like my first birthday. A was supposed, new me), I realized that driving your own (or borrowed) car is a taste of freedom.
I have to say that I lived and still living in a confinement. A detention. I worked all week and lock up myself in my four corners room every weekend. My only reward is a good walk around Alliston streets, if I am not lazy to do that.
No buses and costly cab fare prevented me to explore in my new found city. That is why sometimes I am asking myself, “Do I really want to live here?”
My inner self, again, will reply “Let’s go to the real city, let’s move to Toronto.” I don’t know if my uncle heard my usual conversation with my inner self when told me “How many times did I tell you to take a driving exam and learn driving, so you can go anywhere, work anywhere and live anywhere?”
Before I forget, my inner self is telling me to do our weekly mutterings.
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