10 days left until I go back to Manila. I don’t know if it’s an act of submission to my fate in Singapore. But I do know that I only have 30 days to remain here beginning August 1. I didn’t maximize the allowable time frame for me as it would only mean spending more money in the country. Food and socializing can get very expensive.
I have moved out of my flat at Bukit Merah View and now bunking over at Chiara’s apartment down the road at Henderson Crescent. Six people live in her flat– all Pinoy, but in all aspects they are Filipino. (Like how my former roommie Alex describes them: hardcore Pinoy.) None of the American accent of my former flatmates. TFC is mostly on the tube. Menudo is on their dining table.
Menudo?! I mean, we don’t even cook menudo that often back at my house in Marikina. That’s how Pinoy this household is. Somehow I miss the westernized, fake American-ness of my old apartment. In a way, it did like being out of the Philippines.
And now, settling here at Henderson Crescent perhaps makes the transition of going back home faster. Not that I need any proper transition.
It’s just so fast, going here and the leaving part. Just when I was starting to get accustomed to the lifestyle! Maybe Singapore is not for me. Well, I haven’t really said anything great about my host country in the few months I have lived here.
