...one month in retrospect...

How time flies so fast when you're not so hang up on it. That's one thing I noticed in my first month of living here.  So anyway, it has been one month since I came to Canada, to work.

Nothing much has changed. I'm still the quiet individual who prefers to be left alone. I guess that won't change in any way, though some of my aunt's friends hinted, that in time, I will be otherwise.

Life in a foreign country is different in every way. It's one reality that I have to live with everyday. Someone told me that in two or three months I will be able to adjust, hopefully.

I miss everything that's familiar to me back home. But it's something that I don't dwell on.

So anyway, here's a rundown of stuff I have come to start "adhering" to while I'm here:

 I have to get used to the "HOT" and "COLD" side of things when it comes to the faucet and shower. Back home, taking a shower is a breeze. Here, I have to adjust the water temperature or else, I'd end scalding or freezing myself.

I started using lip balm few days after I arrived here. Not for any aesthetic reason. I guess, due to the cold, my lips started to crack and bleed, hence the lip balm.

Jackets have become a part of my life, especially if I go out. Even if the sun is out there, shining bright and all, I still need to suit up lest I freeze. :-)

Keeps me company on cold nights ahead.

Socks have become my ally. I wear them 24/7, except when I take a shower. My bare feet is no match for the ice-cold floors.

Typical lunch.

But then, I still get to eat Filipino foods on weekends. Not bad.

So far I'm doing good. I get to see my aunt and younger sister during weekends. We just hang out and before we know it, the weekend is over.

Time to go back to work, again.

...down reading lane...

Do you remember learning to read? What’s your earliest reading memory?


I remembered struggling to memorize something for a school assignment. I have no memory of learning to read. I just learn how to. But then, there are two sides to this primal activity. I mean, anyone can read except for a few who doesn't. I guess it's easy to read, what comes after reading is sometimes the difficult part.

I grew up to my Aunt's telling us stories every night. In my mind, characters and events in the story played on my mind. When time came for me to start reading, I think, it just come naturally. From the moment I started reading I never look back.