Alam ba ng mga tiga-Maynila ang salitang kanaw?

ako ay tubong laguna, alam ko ang salitang kanaw, may mga salita akong alam na pag binabanggit ko eh natatawa na lang ang iba pang pinoy na nagsasalita din naman ng linguaheng tagalog…kagaya ng saling kanaw.

ganito din ang karanasan ng aking brother sa isang eksena. halimbawa:

brother: kanawin mo nga yung shampoo.

boy1: ha? anong kanaw?? (nalito) 

yaya: eh di kanawin mo, alam ko yan.

brother: yaya , alam mo ung kanaw? how?

yaya: oo naman, kasi sabi mo dati magkanaw ng iced tea.

brother: alam mo yan before?

yaya: hindi, sa’yo lang

brother: gagu! 

hahahaha

ang kanaw, bow!

Project LomoWALL - Complete

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1) Glaiza J. - http://glaizah.multiply.com/photos

2) Buffy - http://shwakdotcom.multiply.com/photos

3) Claire Lu - http://www.flickr.com/photos/clariza/collections/72157608006364386/

4) Oli - http://www.flickr.com/photos/olievr/

5) Claire E. - http://maxtrips.multiply.com/photos

6) Nave Fung - http://www.xanga.com/whoareyounave

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Project LOMOWall

25% - 11.07.09

50% - 11.08.09

75% - 11.09.09

Project LOMOWall

i know i’m starting to get irresponsible in maintaining this blog, but i just don’t have much time lately. ‘will try to post something substantial soon, but erm..i’d like to post this one, ’cause i need it, lol. so, i’m very pleased to announce, perhaps the 2nd contest of this very spectacular blog!! tantararan….the project LOMOWall!! i’m still in the process of laying it out, so all pictures are welcome.

mechanics:

1) pictures taken by a lomo camera of all types.
2) square resolution is preferred, but any will do.
3) simply send your pictures @ jeremydavid.chua@gmail.com, or send me a link where i can download it.

FAQ:
can i submit pictures taken by my expensive dSLR?

see mechanics number 1)

what is my prize?

the fact that your shot will be included in my wall is a grand prize in itself! at stake is a dinner date with your very own, ahem…haha, but seriously, maybe a singapore sling when you drop by around the area, or a chicken rice meal for 2.

money talks.

i’m pleased to announce that i got my first pay cheque already. however, like i said, it’s in the form of a cheque so i’ll use it to open a bank account tomorrow and maybe get the money early next week. sweet! the fruits of my labor has finally come, and i know precisely how’s it going to be allocated. a big part of it pays for debts, another big part for paying the flat and utilities, and then some for staying alive in this country for the next pay would not come until the end of next month, november.

to be more motivated, i’m planning to do some shopping next weekend. i’ll have to get a rolling chair as my back hurts using this tiny stool like now when i type this blog, and a photo printer to transform my very plain wall into a gallery, and maybe an external harddisk..haha..i even want to get an m-audio keyboard as i miss playing so much, but i’ll still have to check my budget for that. and in the meantime, i’m just looking forward to a more eventful weekend as the past has been so-so, well, primarily because it’s more important to have money for my ez link card load, and to buy grocery for food, etc. my injured knee has been a factor too, i can say, as definitely it’s harder to walk sometimes, and i hear some clickings on my right knee when i massage it. i guess it’s getting better now, and planning to get a bike next weekend as well. anyway, i got the knee injury from a very marvelous skateboard stunt down in the steep concrete ramp. if you only saw it, it was incredible.

in other notes, i want you to know one very important lesson when lending money. do not just trust. lending it to someone.. anyone out there, even to your very best friend, or your mom’s or sister’s friend, is always a risk. you should realize how hard it is to earn money, and that risk, is something not worth the labor you had to get that amount of money. do not just let that fateful day happen, that when you need it, it’s gone. this proved to be a lesson, and i’ll be extra more careful lending money, and even if i want to lend, at the time being, this is impossible. you should also know how hard it is to ask for payback, and you will even come to a point that it’s you who will be shy to get your money back. it’s grealy irritating as well…so if you want to worry less financially, do yourself a favor and keep your damn savings inside your underwear.

PS -> if i’m the one asking for money, give me some, i promise i’ll pay you back asap! trust me.

congratulations to myself.

before you say anything else, i want you to know how melodramatic this sounds like. i passed the evaluatoin period, and that means i’ll be staying here in singapore for a good few years. actually, i’ve known it just 2 weeks after i started but i guess i’ll wait until i’m a month old before shouting it to the world to be sure. and yes, it has been a month already since going back to office work and IT, time flies really. when my boss called me in his office that day, i thought he would ask me about my resource-greedy and hanging cics program, but instead he was holding a green evaluation folder with my name boldly written on it, and my title contract programmer. he quickly said that i passed, and asked if i’m happy with my work. it was a very brief moment. i walked back to my desk with an uncontrollable grin on my face. i never plan to be emotional ’cause i realize that would be a bit embarrassing, but my eyes instantly started to get heavy, and i was constantly using my hankerchief to prevent tears from rolling down. i can’t possibly explain the feeling, but perhaps i was just so overwhelmed because for the longest time, finally, i got something i half-expected.

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

 - William Ernest Henley

It all faded away in my eyes.

the chinese efficiency.

south-east asia → malay peninsula → singapore → sembawang

it has been 3 weeks ago since flying here from christchurch, and i suppose i’ll make my first formal report of what’s been going on. what brought jeremy to singapore? in complete honestly, it was money. by early august back in auckland, i realize i will have to end my attempt to find a skilled job sooner, and so i told me friend in singapore, carmi, that i might go and try job hunting in the lion city by september before going home since there’s no direct flight to manila anyway. i’d have to pass by sydney, hong kong, singapore, or brunei, and given these choices, the odds of finding an IT job is a lot better in singapore. in complete opposite to my fruitless attempt in finding an IT job in new zealand, singapore accepted me no questions asked. literally. not one single phone interview or email asking about my professional career. they wholly based on my CV, and in the agent’s first email (’cause i emailed by CV to carmi), the contract and employment pass application are attached. sweet.

you could only imagine how grateful i am to the job with the current economic condition i’m in. this as well boost my spirit that i can definitely go back to IT, and there are other places out there where my talent will be more useful, appreciated, and most importantly, lucrative. well, the pay itself is not the best, but i’m in no position to demand anything, and since the recession is not completely over, i got a market-realistic compensation.

so, in my attempt to show off, and equate chinese efficiency, i had my medical done the next day upon landing back in asia, and got the result the day after. yes, i’m HIV -, and didn’t get any sick from the tattoo needle that massacred the backs of my arm on my last day in kiwiland. my first weekend here was devoted to studying (and a few sips of wine, champagne, and vodka. not all at the same time!) and hastened reviews of mainframe cobol, which according to my CV, is something i’m very proficient including SAS, JCL, MVS, CICS, and a lot of other scary all-capitalized abbreviations. it was a complete information overload, and in the end i gave up wishfully thinking my boss is an angel in disguise.

and then my first day at work. i have this big grin on my face as i was getting ready for work on a tuesday morning (monday was holiday). i can’t believe i’m wearing formal crisp longsleeves, partnered with slacks. black socks fit perfectly on my slender feet, which sit perfectly on the even base of my black leather shoes. i put a small amount of clay pomade on my hair, and 2 sprays of the only remaining perfume i have (which will be empty soon), on left and right, one on each side, then, i’m ready to go. i walked toward the MRT, which is a short 5 or 6-minute walk from our apartment, and then found myself inside the cramped train heading to toa payoh, HDB’s headquarters. the MRT system resembles a lot of hong kong’s. it was so easy for me to close my eyes, and imagine i was in hong kong once again going to work.

working culture in HDB, at least for beginners, is something hard to explain. for some reason, they developed this custom that when you are new in the company, you should not know anyone inside. so on my day 1, i’ve been ignoring faces i just saw back at the apartment (i live with 4 other people working in HDB as well), and looked blankly at them inside the elevator. i also found out that sol “the destroyer”, who was my office mate back in sun life, is working for HDB too, but deliberately ignored me as he passed by my cube, and only had the chance to talk to him in the toilet! if you know me, i’m a total leftist, and would be the first one to proudly break this bullshit rule, but, a very big BUTT, i need the damn money, and so i was there ever so kind, harmless as a furry white lamb. i was calling every boss and boss-wanna-be ‘Sir’ and ‘Ma’am’, while deep inside, i was hoping they would say,”No lah, don’t call me sir lah!”, but they didn’t. in fairness to my boss and colleagues, they are so nice. they kept me well fed with all the mooncakes showering from desk to desk, and my grandfather, este, office mate behind me, richard (let’s be politically correct here, he’s in his prime age), gave me a set of aquarium complete with filthy sand, which i smartly thought would be a very nice decoration to our almost bare apartment.

to be honest, i’ll feel bad if i won’t be staying for a while in this country as i bought and invested in a lot of things already like 2 pieces of pillows in 2 different colors of pillowcases, a black duvet, 2 pans, a plate, bowl, glass (which is broken now), and 5 pieces of spoons. i’ve yet to buy some clothes hangers, trash bin, a desk and a rolling chair. i also bought 5 white undershirts as my old ones were tarnished in brown during my career as a farmer. one thing i dislike in shopping here is that paying by credit card is not widely accepted, so i try to make my cash purchases wisely, and my credit purchases equally as wise as well that i used it last week end to by a skateboard. i guess i never had enough of snowboarding in queenstown so i thought i’d try this sports since it uses a board too. last weekend proved to be very productive starting on a friday night karaoke birthday celebration of buffy and her flatmate. i met buffy just once from a lomography group back  home, and was surprised that carmi knows her as well through marlon (who works for HDB), whose friend is buffy’s flatmate. small world. my productive weekend continued on a saturday morning trip (with 5 or 6 hours sleep from last night) to ministry of manpower to secure my work visa. it is here where once again, i was impressed by chinese absolute efficiency. in about 10 or 15 minutes, i’m done paying zero dollars. i’ll be back there next week to get my card. back at the flat by midday, i engrossed myself in the kitchen cooking my favorite sinigang na hipon while doing my laundry, and at the same time cleaning and setting up richard’s aquarium (which is jeremy’s aquarium now) though i don’t have fishes yet. sunday was staying late in bed, cooking again and preparing my lunch box for monday, and my first skateboard ride outside after watching tons of youtube demonstration. i’m still in one piece.

going back to work, it’s alright, with some confusing encounters with the abbreviations i was talking about earlier, but eventually, it went fine. a lot of thanks to carmi, who has been very supportive in this pretentious professional career. well, i’m not certain if i’ll stay here longer really ’til my boss tells me i’m done with the evaluation period, and i would know that in about 2 more weeks.

one thing i like being here is at least seeing familiar faces. carmi, a friend i met from lawson and we share a lot of things in common. sol, an ex-officemate from sun life, buffy and eugene from the lomo society. i met recah and jr as well a few days ago, friends and batchmate from uni, and i won’t be surprised in the future to meet other filipinos i know back  home. perhaps it’s because philippines is relatively closer to this side of the world that makes me feel i’m not too far from home.

i would have to admit that having chinese surname, and with the size of eyes i have, it placed me to an obvious advantage, starting at the airport without a single hassle despite coming here on a 1-way ticket, and how colleagues and bosses get along with me. now, i’m beginning to realize how my roots really accepted me. living in hong kong for more than 2 years has been positive over all, and now, i’m trying to start anew here in the lion city.

the one common question i get from people when i say i’m partly chinese is “how many percentage are you chinese?” i don’t really get offended by this asking, but i find it funny and at the same time, puzzled. before, i just answered 50% as i know my both grandparents from my dad are both chinese (lim and chua), but then i know that my grandmother (again from my dad, my mom is purely tagalog) is partly somewhere from ilocos originally, so i should start answering “maybe 45.50%?”.

hello, goodbye, and everything in between.

south-east asia → malay peninsula → singapore → tampines

sept 15, 2009

i woke up today lucidly, a few minutes early before my alarm was set to sound. i disabled it so as not to disturbed my still reposed roommates, and continued lying down on my bunk bed completely aware that today is going to be different. leaving the hostel and knowing that this would be the last kiwi hostel i’ll be, it feels strange. i will be sleeping the forth coming night in a different place, in a different country, and i guess i was just so embraced in the nomadic lifestyle i had in my 9 months stay down under.

i was early at the airport, and the procedures are all coming back to me. this is my first flight of the year, so i was more cautious not to miss anything (especially my passport, as i’ve stupidly done this before and have to sleep for 2 nights at HK airport). checking-in was brief save for them being so strict about baggage weight allowance, and even on hand carry. i ended up having to pay 7 more kilos rated at $22 (USD) each. that’s a grand total of about 7,000 pesos. again, i was so confident i could sneak the extra weight in as i always do before. i guess i had too much confidence and self-esteem in this nz adventure over all. and again, i was wrong. i’ve been wrong in a lot of things really, but that doesn’t mean i regret any of my decisions.

well frankly, it has been down for me financially. i even owe this flying ticket to my sister, and I’m much more indebted to my ever loyal credit card, but everything has been short-term for me in my last few week in nz. i could have worked continuously at the casino and fly directly from auckland to singapore. doing this would obviously give me more money, and needless to say, the chance to get at least some of my money back,  but i didn’t. i decided to leave auckland earlier and do more things, and go to more places i haven’t been. yes, it’s not the most practical thing to do, and i spent money, but i did things.

and now, i’m crossing the indian ocean and writing this draft at 37,000 feet in a desperate attempt to do something reasonably. i like flying, beginning with the roaring sound of engine and its sudden loudness as it prepares for take off. i enjoy the brief moment of walking down the narrow aisle as i look and head for my economy seat. occasionally (just like now), i have the privilege of owning a personal in-flight entertainment with movies, music, and games. and most importantly, i love being here just sitting down and doing nothing but eat, drink, watch movies, and look at the window from time to time. i’ve seen 2.5 movies (i didn’t finish the 3rd one), gastronomically welcomed all food and refreshments offered, and been to the toilet twice.

it was nice to meet again palahniuk’s single-serving things. single-serving plates at meals. single-serving cups, spoons, forks, and knives. even single-serving packets of butter, a single-serving shot of milk, and single-serving tiny sachet of salt and pepper. this includes my single-serving kiwi seatmate who’s on her way to an authentic greek holiday in the island of crete.

the 10.50-hour journey will be finishing, and i’m back north of the equator, closer to home. of course, i can’t deny  the fact that i failed career-wise. new zealand, maybe, is still something too big for me to get just that easy. i did not even last for a year, and my 9-month stay accounts for approximately only 3% of my entire life on earth (at the time of this writing), yet it gives me so much time to realize and learn a lot of things. i know for myself everything is not the same, and it brings me smile when i view things completely different as i would before.

i don’t really know what i’m talking about here, and i ‘m sure none would have cared much about this shit but what i’m trying to say is that i had a great time, and it’s nice to move on. perhaps it’s because we always find hope in all things new that somehow i feel glad. i’m happy.