IT-Blog

Strolling along down the Michigan Avenue (sosyal!) taking pictures of the river, the trees, the birds, the street sign, the building and nice architecture, I even took a shot of my $6 10-pcs chicken mc nuggets meal, and ofcourse, me, taking a picture of myself (well, i was alone then, who would you expect to take my picture…)

Welcome to the United States of America! Wow! Big time! Welcome to the land of the free and home of the braves…welcome to the land where they say the pasture is green (lasalle green!). Welcome to Chicago, the windy city, home of remarkable art galleries and museums, home of the bulls and the cubs. Welcome to my home…well, for the next 1 month and 2 weeks atleast.

Chicago is very different to Manila. No traffic (well if there is, very minimal…) Very peaceful, quiet, big sidewalks, the air seems always fresh and where the sun seems to always shine (7 PM and the sun is still up!). A life I’ve always longed when I was in Manila…well, I long no more…

Living in Chicago would mean that I will be independent…sounds exciting! well, at first. But having lived my life under the love and guidance of my parents, "nakaka miss din pala". No more home cook meals (you see, Im not really a good cook…better yet, Im not really a cook), no more watching the tv while someone is doing the laundry, no more neatly pressed clothes. I have to live on my own and do my own chores whether i like it…or not.

It is actually my first time to get up at 6am, have a nice relaxed breakfast and still be able to make it to the office at around 7am…and the best thing is…there’s no traffic! (since i just walk from my apartment to the office)

I have to live in a country where people can only speak and understand english…For a person who has been using the Filipino language as her primary language, having to speak in english most of the time can be quite a hilarious experience. People who know me would know that I would always want to give my comments or opinions…but not in this city. There are times where all i can say is "hahahaha! yeah! right!" or "oh! its ok!". Its hard to give the kind of "pinoy humor" to non-pinoys…

For some reason, Bamboo’s "Pinoy ako!" song kept playing on my mind, for one week now. Yes I am! I am a Pinoy (well…pinay!) and I’m proud to be one.

I miss my bed, I miss my real home, I miss my special someone, I miss my family, I miss going to the church on sunday with my family, I miss doing the grocery with my mom (where i have the freedom to get anything i like, without, well, really computing how much i have to pay), I miss my lunch buddies and most especially, I miss my fans! hahaha! I don’t know what is it in manila….but my heart would always want to come back home…no matter how high the prices of petroleum products could go, or the daily parades in Ayala Ave petitioning our dear president to step down her thrown…I still miss my life in Manila.

Probably I’m still not ready for the green pasture…or it could be that I am just feeling home sick…When i come back home…promise me you’ll never let go.