By manilenya - Last updated: Thursday, June 12, 2008

What if I buy this Ladies tank with my own design from Sonicshock, a site where you can make your own T-shirt and ask people I come across the County Road 89 to wear this and invite them to pose for me? Maybe I’ll make another shirt for guys because I don’t think they will buy the idea of them wearing ladies tank right? But if they cool enough to wear this, I guess we’re going to have a street party then. As if….

This is the big project I’ve been meaning to do in celebration of my three years of blogging which will fall on July 28.

If this will happen, I’ll get to shoot 2 birds in one stone. First my walk will be totally different from my previous walk. It’s going to be amazing.

Second, It will hone my interpersonal skills, but I need to pick my guts first to ask people, especially locals if they can do that for me. Sometimes I think it’s easy, no sweat! but most of the times I feel they will just look right through me and maybe laugh back at me. I fear rejection and humiliation of course, that’s why I am having a second thought.

But who’s going to ignore a shirt or a tank that is made of a state of the art digital printing plus a free post of their picture in my blog lol!

Let’s cheers! I am going to buy my favorite wine on Sunday to celebrate my being a Dad also to my kiddo.

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By manilenya - Last updated: Thursday, June 5, 2008

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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By manilenya - Last updated: Sunday, June 1, 2008

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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By manilenya - Last updated: Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Habang kausap ng tito ko yung tatay ko sa Yahoo Call, narinig kong sinabi nya na “e etong anak mo ang taas taas ng pangarap e!”

Dahil sa nalaman nya sa bibig ng dalawa kong pinsan na balak kong mag part time study ng photography, naisip nyang masyadong mataas nga daw ang pangarap ko. Ang sabi niya sa akin ang dapat daw isipin ko e magtrabaho ng maigi at mag-ipon para daw madala ko dito ang mga magulang ko.

Pag sinabi nyang magtrabaho, ibig sabihin nun tama na yung magtrabaho ako sa bahay bilang alila ng mga puti caregiver. At mas maganda e kumuha pa ako ng part time na madalas e house cleaner din.

Siguro hindi nga ako nag-iisip na kumita ng malaki dahil hindi ako nagsusumigasig makakuha ng part time nanny job o house cleaning. Sa isip ko kasi e limang araw na ngang ganun ang ginagawa ko e pahihirapan ko pa rin ba ang sarili ko na mag-alaga ng bata o maglinis ng bahay ng sabado’t linggo?

Kahit na batuhin pa ako ng may pang-uyam na tingin….limang tingkad na araw akong nagtatrabaho ng may labing dalawang oras. Kahit pa sabihin nilang pantay-pantay ang mga tao dito. Na kung ano ang kayang kainin ng mga mayayaman e kaya ring kainin ng katulad kong mahirap, iba pa rin ang pakiramdam ng isang katulong na pinay sa bahay ng mga among puti.

Isisigaw ko pa rin na, pwede naman siguro akong magpahinga ng dalawang araw sa loob ng isang linggo ano!

At wala ba akong karapatang paunlarin ang sarili ko? magamit ko man o hindi sa magiging trabaho?Lalo na kung alam ko naman na mayroon akong kakayanan maliban sa regular na pagpaflush ng iniwang maruming kubeta. Mayroon din akong pwedeng gawin sa labas ng kung kani-kaninong bahay…..

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