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Morning walk

for the past two weeks, i’ve been working as a freelance writer for bda, a company i interviewed at way back in february or march – a job that pleases me immensely, considering the, uh, rather bumpy history i’ve racked up with bda since then. 

i used to cab it from the somerset mrt station to bda’s office on kim yam road, but taking a page out of french women don’t get fat, i decided to start walking to and from the office daily — a good fifteen- to twenty-minute walk, twice a day.
i seem to have made a good call. for one thing, my ass is getting smaller and i lost two inches off my waistline after two weeks. 
plus, there is so much to see on my way to work — and i love all of it. the first time i walked to the office, i loved being surprised by all these little things. now i love that they have become familiar to me, fitting neatly into a regular routine that i’ve established for myself.
first is the skate park beside the somerset mrt station…
followed by a real park.
across the street is killiney road, with its strip of little restaurants and shops. my favorite is freshly baked by le bijoux (ang haba ng pangalan, diba), where i grab a hot-out-of-the-oven muffin (chocolate banana is my favorite) on my way to work if i’ve had to skip breakfast at home. they also make great focaccia, which i’ve only caught on my way home once — they’re usually closed by the time i get out work by seven.
i thought this sign was horrifically painted until i saw the lovely stencil graffiti underneath it. 
the area my office is in is called river valley, so named for the major thoroughfare which is river valley road. it is probably one of the most expat-infested areas in downtown singapore, and is just about fifteen minutes away from orchard road, which means bleeding expensive prime real estate. 
the condos whisper “my company pays for this” in a cornucopia of foreign languages and accents as i stroll by. my walk to work in the morning involves a large number of white mommies, yayas with prams containing white babies, and some really nice landscaping. these pretty flowers are from the urbana condo at the corner of river valley close and killiney road.

turning right into kim yam road brings me into what seems to be singapore heritage country. aside from a few apartment buildings, most of the real estate on this road is in the form of restored or preserved colonial shophouses, which i love. most of them are rented by small companies for whom funky office space is a must (like bda) or galleries. one of the galleries i pass daily has this menagerie standing guard at the door.

then there’s the temple. all i know of it is that there is a giant gold buddha at least two storeys high, it smells of incense at certain times of the day, and that bda brings its paper waste there for recycling.

oh, and that it has very traditional chinese carvings on the perimeter wall.
after the temple comes a construction site whose middle-aged indian guard gives me a huge smile and a hearty “good morning” every time i pass.  then i reach the home stretch of my morning walk, which i daresay is the prettiest part of the whole exercise.

seeing this every day for two weeks has always gotten my day off to a great start. 
i consider myself extremely lucky — because this is going to be my morning walk to work for as long as i’m in singapore. 
because this week, i’m officially on board as bda’s new full-time writer.

Palaisipan

ako ang trabahong iniaalok kay deepa. 


ako ay may kinalaman sa isa sa mga naging trabaho niya.

ang kontrata ko ay may mga clause ukol sa pagraket, pagharap sa publiko, pagmomodelo, at pagtanggap ng pera o regalo. 

ano ako?

Cabanatuan City

kasalukuyan akong nagtatrabaho sa isang kumpanyang matagal na matagal ko nang gustong pasukan. may kinalaman ang trabaho ko sa dati kong ginagawa sa pinas, kaya masayang-masaya ako; pero tatlong linggo lang ang kontrata ko dito. bagamat maikli pa lamang ang pinagsamahan namin — nakilala lamang nila ako noong pebrero — ay naging masalimuot na ang aming kasaysayan nitong kumpanyang ito.

kaya walang kasing kapal ang aking mukha nung kausapin ko ang bossing dito nung miyerkules. nalaman ko kasi na ang tangi nilang manunulat ay lumipat na sa ibang kumpanya. kaya’t tinanong ko ang mayordoma (lol) kung maaari ba akong magtrabaho dito bilang kapalit ng manunulat na umalis.

hindi niya ako masagot nang diretsahan. pag-uusapan daw nila ng creative director. (sorry, hindi ko talaga maisalin sa wikang pilipino iyon.) marami pa siyang sinabi na labis kong ipinagdamdam (ng saglit lang naman).

at kaya tayo napunta sa cabanatuan city ay… nag-a-ay-em sila ngayon. naririnig ko. at ako ang pinag-uusapan.

paano ko alam? tahimik ang opisina. kaming tatlo na lang ang nandito. malakas ang tunog tuwing may sumusulpot ng mensahe. nagpabalik-balik kami ng mensahi ni mayordoma. hinihingi niya ang dibidi ng mga gawa ko sa dating trabaho. pagkatapos naman ay sunod-sunod ang pagsulpot ng mensahe dito kay creative director.

ano kaya ang sinasabi nila tungkol sa akin?

abangan ang susunod na cabanatuan… este, kabanata.

yun lang.

Dessert, durian and danger

yesterday, marlon’s colombian colleague paula hosted a dessert party at her flat in clementi. it was a smallish affair, just marlon’s teammates from work, but very united colors of benetton: at the table were an indian, korean, colombian, japanese, colombian-canadian (paula’s adorable 18 month-old son, daniel) and of course us pinoys. 

we decided to make something very pinoy and not too difficult: turon! actually, my mom taught me how to make leche flan like the day before i left for singapore, but i can barely remember what to do. besides, i haven’t been able to find those oval aluminum dishes that we use for leche flan back home. 
so after lunch, marlon and i set up a two-man turon production line in front of the tv, and wrapped up those bananas while watching a couple of episodes of ranma.
first, i scored the lumpia wrapper down the middle to make two turons with one sheet.
then some brown sugar…
… and cinnamon sugar. would have used plain cinnamon, but cinnamon sugar was all we had. besides, you don’t really expect anyone to complain about too much sugar at a dessert party.
then half a slice of ordinary yellow banana. haven’t been able to find saba bananas here, which are best for cooking. for ordinary fried bananas, i found that green ones hold up better than yellow ones.

after a couple of test folds and test fries, the perfect pillow shape emerged. my years of gift-wrapping skills certainly helped; the ones marlon did turned out to be a bit messy. 

and this is what we carted over to paula’s place. it’s the first time i’ve actually made a filipino dish since moving here.
the spread included quite a few japanese desserts care of mayu, marlon’s boss. there were rice crackers and japanese pancakes with red bean, plus this dessert that looked like fishballs —  except that they were sticky rice balls coated with a thick soy-sauce-and-sugar mixture that practically glued my jaws together. 
paula revealed the full extent of her foodie-ness with cheese fondue, a couple of wines, sweet guava pastries, and the real star of the show: empanada made by her mom. it seems colombian empanada is just like our own, except that the shell is thinner and is deep fried — close to ilocos empanada, but without the orange colour and consumed with a hit of lemon juice, not vinegar. paula’s mom also made rebajo, or beer sweetened with soda pop. really, really good stuff. lastly, paula served her favorite colombian caramels, tiny thumb-height cups of caramel so milky and rich that three of us couldn’t even finish one cup. 
we had to walk off all that sugar, so after the gathering broke up, marlon and i joined paula, her mother and her son for a quick stroll around the bukit batok nature reserve. formerly a stone quarry, it had been turned into a nice little nature park with a hiking trail, small lake, some wildlife, and the apparent danger of a smelly, smelly death.

“there are even cliffs around here!” enthused paula. “singapore has cliffs?” i said disbelievingly. “okay, there is a cliff,” she amended.

whereupon we saw it. presenting: the cliff of singapore!

as triumph the insult dog would say, i kid! i kid! it’s actually kind of pretty. see?
little daniel was getting restless, so paula released him from his stroller and off he went with a delighted “wheeee!”. here he is in full frolic mode.
happy babies are cute babies!
this is what marlon calls an “are you sure we’re in singapore?” shot.
but when i stopped to think about it, we were strolling in a pocket jungle carefully slotted into a neighborhood of high-rises. where else could we be but singapore?

First official kitchen disaster

i decided to bake some cookies yesterday while watching little women at home. it must have been the preciousness of my chosen movie. feeling all meg-and-marmeeish, i sent marlon a syrupy text message, promising to welcome him home from the office with freshly baked walnut chocolate chip cookies. 

it’s a good thing i didn’t promise him a specific number of cookies, because all i had for him was a plate of four cookies. which we would have to share. 
because this is what happened to the rest of the batch.
the first half-dozen fell victim to a mis-conversion from fahrenheit (the package instructions) to centigrade (our oven). the second batch turned out perfectly — they were the lucky four that ended up on the plate i presented to marlon. i left the third batch in the oven for a tad too long after the timer went off (you think it’s easy to tear yourself away from christian bale??) and they just continued baking until… (see above).
marlon took it pretty well.

he just laughed and insisted on documenting the whole thing, saying he felt strangely relieved to finally have had a kitchen disaster. then it hit me — a newbie cook like me, going six full months without ever having had a culinary catastrophe until this? i must be doing something right! 

Friends and strangers

spotted midweek at the mac store in cathay cineleisure on orchard: leo!

how i wish. but this random dude was a shockingly close doppelganger, down to that green t-shirt leo always wears. he even had a starbucks kwofi in hand! 
this happens to me often — i’ve seen a spitting image of maggie crossing the road, a demi-pia in a magazine (wearing capri pants and a giant fuschia pink bag no less), a jett from behind (down to the shuffling walk, big jeans, and ponytail! marlon quipped: “well, it couldn’t have been jett if she was awake”), a female jonel, even a male rina.
friends showing up in strangers, and the foreign almost always turning into a reflection of the familiar. i guess i must be missing home.

On the job front

things are getting really exciting. i don’t know where to start! something new just happens everyday, and i find myself in a few situations that i’ve never been in before. these include:

  • being offered a position and salary higher than what i applied for
  • … and seeing that there’s more to choosing a job than that
  • making human resources wait for my decision (four days and counting)
  • … and being nothing but completely honest to get that much-needed time
  • working for a company that i told myself at the start of the year i would work for (this on  monday as i begin a three-week full-time contract with BDA)
  • really making a choice based on long-term career plans (a true first!)
  • considering things like love, ownership, responsibility, opportunity, work-life balance
  • being made to feel that my being a foreigner was not a disadvantage
  • hearing my three key buzzwords (fun, passion, inspiring) used to describe a job
  • knowing that i have time and i can choose
i see now that the past six months of just keeping at it has not just netted me an offer (or two…), but all of these. and you know what? it’s worth it.

So not Robinson’s

seoul’s designer mecca is the galleria in apgujeong. it’s prim, pretty and pearlescent by day…

but is cutesy crazy by night!

i think this is an excellent strategy — the japanese will naturally gravitate towards this ultra-kawaii display, leading them to blow wads of cash there, which they do.

i didn’t buy anything and went for purely research purposes, as you can probably guess. the closest thing i could afford was my $2 lunch at new york hotdog across the street.
i wondered what a woman with a whopper of a goyard was doing at the hotdog stand. maybe she blew all her money on her bag and is now reduced to buying cheap meals. or maybe not.
the galleria has its fair share of head-to-toe-designer, impeccably dressed women hovering around. then there are women like this one, who are of the olsen school of fashion, which means basically ok lang magmukhang busabos basta nakakagalit ang presyo ng bag mo. you’ve got to hand it to them, it takes an odd form of guts to do that.
i mean, even the traffic aides around the galleria are dressed better. 
pero sa bagay, wala naman silang goyard.

Someday I’ll fly away

… is the official product name of the passport jacket marlon and i bought from mmmg, a korean design firm. even funnier than the official name is the “benvenuti a bagdad” copy on the front cover. only US$ 12 and it’s recycled leather to boot!
i was possessed by an uncontrollable urge to buy everything when i stepped into their store in ssamziegil market in insa-dong… especially this notepad. “copy girl” is the story of my life. well, my professional life at least.

they have an online shop, so click away if you’re the online shopping type. if not, click over anyway for a healthy dose of cuteness.

jeline, you have to go there when you visit seoul!
photos from mmmg.

Geddurnit!

now that my prospective employers have been alerted to the existence of my blog, this means i’m really, reallygoing to have to keep my interview outfit top-secret! lol.

i wonder why i’m not dying of embarrassment yet. maybe there’s nothing to be embarrassed about? after all, i survived the andrew wolff situation, which is like the pinnacle of embarrassment, right? who would have known that beefcake could be so integral to character-building?
i’m preparing a seoul roundup, by the way, since i realized that it’s been officially a week since i got back and at the rate i’m back-blogging, i will be writing about seoul for the next six weeks. the scanner is on the fritz so i can’t scan the paper goodies i got from artbox and mmmg, so pictures will have to do.