Evacuate

Opo... Totoo ang mga balita... Lumipat na ako ng blog... Hehehe...

Bye blogspot! :)

SuperBatch4 Turns 6!

6 years of friendship, and still counting...

Happy 6th Anniversary SuperBatch 4! =)

Craving

It's 4:30 in the morning. Here I am in the office, currently craving for white cheddar popcorn. Craving so much that I can already taste it. But what can I do? I'm stuck here in the office. Stores that are selling popcorn are not yet open now. To make matters more depressing, I suddenly remembered that there are only two flavors of popcorn here in Singapore. Salty and sweet.

How to get my white cheddar popcorn. Sigh.

Wrong Spelling Wrong

An excerpt from my friend's office experience here in Singapore...

Friend : "I would like to make an appointment with the doctor for next Saturday."
Singaporean : "Miss, can I have your name?"
Friend : "My name is GIZELLE CRUZ."
Singaporean : "Could you spell your first name for me?"
Friend : "G-I-Z as in Zebra-E-L-L-E."
Singaporean : "Ah. Gizebraelle."

Hahaha.

Joke Turned Bad

One time, two male officemates of mine were wearing the same shirt. When this happens, we Filipinos usually joke about it by saying, "What production number have you both prepared for us today?" Since most that perform in groups wear the same costume.

So I tried the same approach with my Indian officemates. But one of them gave me a rather rude response. He said, "Come into the other room with me, and I'll give you a dance number." I didn't expect such response to come from my colleagues. So instead of giving a cutting remark, I just turned my back on him.

I don't know if I overreacted on his comment. Maybe I've offended him somehow with my joke, that's why he retaliated with such suggestion. But I certainly felt violated by his remark.

First Tagalog Mass

It was from the group mail that I knew there would be a Tagalog mass in a church near our place. Together with my roommate, Ross, we attended the 3pm Tagalog mass at St. Mary's of the Angels Church.

I was so excited to be hearing the mass in my native language, that I opted to seat in the front row. I feel and appreciate the meanings of the church songs more when sang in Tagalog. So today, I sang those songs as loud and as heartfelt as I could.

But then, I get more homesick. Because I remember going to Sunday masses with my family in the Philippines. Even those times when we collectively go to ask the priests for their blessings, after the mass.

Hopefully there'll be more Tagalog masses that I can attend here in Singapore. So that I'll feel closer to home.

Sigh. I miss home.