SINGAPORE: Day One

There were a lot of things I noticed that made this place a far more cry from thePhilippines aside from the clean surroundings. Last night on our way to the airport, the taxi driver asked for a flat rate fare of P250 instead of running his meter. I despise taxi drivers in our country because I never had any good experience with them. To continue my story, my bestfriend asked that he run the meter but he still insisted on us adding P50 pesos. We both agreed to stop the argument. Why are Filipinos like that? Why are we so greedy?

When we arrived in Singapore we also rode the taxi to make our lives easier. The taxi driver doesn’t speak English that good. We can’t even understand him but he tried his best to help us. He offered to call the hostel to get direction but we gave him the landmarks. When he understood the direction, he immediately drove us to the place. Since we both don’t know the exact location, when we got to the street where the hostel should be located, he went out of the car to ask directions from the people on the streets. I was touched by the old man’s courtesy and his willingness to help. I thought of the Filipino taxi driver last night and all that I can remember is disappointment. 

Buying sim card in this country is not as easy as buying candy. You must be registered first. The store owner asked for my passport and after getting my name, he started calling me by my first name during the entire conversation. As a matter of fact, when we left the freebie from the simcard that I purchased, he ran down the street and hollered for my first name. It was cool. He made me feel like we knew each other. 

An on and off good/bad day started my first day here. My bestfriend and I don’t know much about the place and unfortunately our friends are busy working. We first surveyed the place where we will be staying and I got scared of the things I see around me. We wandered through Little India and the place made me feel uncomfortable, maybe because of culture shock or maybe because I’m not a fan of Indian stuff. 

We both had our moments. Her tummy’s sick and I am bored. To be honest, I wasn’t really excited about this trip. I joined her because I promised and the fare’s free. We’re both burning with hot temper which is not good because we ended up mad with each other so we slept first to replenish the energy we lost. 

People in this place use the train as their main transportation so we decided to buy an EZ link card that will allow us to use the train. We went to Marina Bay thinking that we’ll see the famous water-spitting merlion. Would you believe that we walked 360 degrees just to get to Merly which was located near the Fullerton Hotel? It was indeed very tiring but we can’t do anything. We’re already there. We met with a friend and later on we had another walk to theMRT station to eat and to close the day. 

We spent this day walking and making ourselves familiar with the place. We saw a lot of people from different nationalities and smelled the body-odor-infected air. At least we know how to ride the train now. We’ll not get lost that I am sure of. 

Surviving the first day means surviving the coming days as well.

It Rained On My Parade

Today I was awaken by the loud noise of the rain. I tried to sleep some more but the thought of getting wet on my way to the office kept me half-asleep. Rainy days make me lazy and I hope you feel that way too.

There was flood down the street where I need to walk so I wore my ever-destroyed converse. I don’t have any plans of fixing, sewing or bonding it because it looks so cool. It serves its purpose of being the trasher’s shoes. I am no trasher however. I just love looking at it that way.

I paid a great amount of fair because of the effin’ flood but it’s better than be like a sweaty sepak takraw player. The bus that I was riding dropped me 2 blocks away from the office and since the underpass was closed, I have to climb the street fences just to get to the other side of the street. Thanks to my long-leggedness doing it was like getting rid of nosecake. Then at the office I need to change shoes until I noticed that I don’t have my undershirt and I was wearing a see-trough top! I’ve nothing to cover though ‘cause I don’t have man-boobs but I was embarrassed when my manager called my attention. Whew! 

This day seemed like not meant for me because of a lot of shit that happened. I ate lunch when I’m not supposed to. My boss scolded me and got disappointed with my acts. I slept at work and slept some more. Oh I broke a thousand rules today.

You bet. When it rains, it pours.

3 Big Things

This week’s going to be a heart thumping-pressure’s-in-the-air week for me because of three big things: 

1. My interview. I hate worrying myself that much but I still applied for a post. Maybe because I want it. I don’t know. Whatever. I hope I’d get over it soon. Whenever I think of it I lose my breathing. 

2. The flashmob. This will be held on Saturday and I have no idea if we are prepared. Yeah, we practice but I just see the same crowd everyday. I hope we don’t drop shit in front of the camera.

3. Halloween decoration. We will be doing the Nightmare Before Christmas theme which is my favorite and the tough part is that I need to work with people who removed me on their facebook’s friends list.

I hope you feel and you understand how squeezed I am right now. I don’t want to end this week by just saying that it’s done. I want these 3 big things. I want to ace all of them especially the number 1.

Last Night

Last night I dreamed about you. Though it was just a dream, it felt so real. It was the first time you visited me in my very tiresome sleep. I wasn’t expecting you to be there. You looked exactly the same person I always watch from afar. You approached me. I told you how I feel. You listened to everything I said. We touched hands and then we kissed. I looked in your eyes and you were emotionless. I saw someone who kissed me out of pity and not out of love. Someone who can never be completely mine. 

It was my dream. It was my world. You should’ve played by my own rules but you didn’t.

Even in my dreams reality still exists and what’s real is that I CAN NEVER HAVE YOU.

PMS-ing

When I am pissed I think I don’t look pissed at all because people love pissing me off more. One of the things I hate is when I don’t feel like facing any joke especially silly ones, then I portray a face like I’ve lost a million dollars and still they don’t get how I feel. Maybe I’m not good at showing emotions or I’m just too good to be ignored. Whatever. I’m angry but that was earlier. I’m cool now. Thanks to one of my friend’s Facebook status: Getting angry is actually punishing yourself with the mistakes of others. Got to be a little sensitive sometimes.