I live in desert, not literally, but still I can feel that I am in it. So humid, that the heat pricks painfully on my skin. I am waiting for winter. Today, I found myself missing a lot of things in the province where I grew up. I formidably miss the rain. The heaviness of it, the thunder, the lightning. It's coldness makes me addicted to coffee. Oh how come I miss pork? We buy pork in Spinneys, expensive it is. But since it is prohibited in here, I will have to eat a little. So that makes me a little vegetarian. Ah! The breathing of fresh air. What's with them that smells so dreadful? Geez. Different nationalities are also evident here, so diverse huh. Maybe because work is better and well compensated. It's just that we differ in our English (which is the universal language), that is why sometimes I get headache understanding them. And I am honored to tell that we, Filipinos are best in English, not the broken one. They all have the same names, like Mohammed. Every office has a guy named like that.
Christmas spirit is nowhere to be found in a non Christian country. I cannot hear the melodies of the multihued christmas lights. I miss simbang gabi, the traditional puto bumbong and bibingka. As for me, December is the best month of the year. Where everyone goes to shop for gift giving. Ahhh. I miss Philippines. But surely, the best thing I've loved in here is that salary is tax free. So, I get to receive what is rightfully mine. | 
No comments:
Post a Comment