Friday, August 29, 2008

the girls who failed to catch THE bouquet

I recently attended my good friend Bea's wedding in Fernbrook Gardens last August 8. I flew all the way to Manila just to witness her tieing the knot with our college friend Glenn, because she is the first best friend to get married in our barkada and yeah, I miss the rest of my girlfriends as well. Wedding photos can be viewed here.

Up until now, Bea is complaining that she hasn't finished uploading all their pictures, and when I looked at her recently uploaded pics, I couldn't stop laughing at this:

Hahahahahaaaha so hilarious!!! I was caught on cam with an obviously disappointed expression! Of all the faces of single women there, the photographer decided to zoom in on my face! You know how it is in weddings- tradition would be to invite single women to gather onstage and battle in catching the magical bouquet thrown by the bride. And so from this picture which explicitly describes the story: we weren't able to get it. Hahahhahaha ano ba! 'Twas so funny because I never realized that I DO want to get married soon AND I don't remember wearing this expression that night (defensive)!


Before the 'catching'... Abounding Beauties: Only in the Philippines!

Okay, so I really want to get married..hahah...but not now. I haven't exhausted my youth yet and I haven't done or accomplished something that made a difference to people which I can boast to my future kids...and...um...okay lah I'll say it: my Prince hasn't found me yet....harharharhar.

To my chicas: Say no to frogs nor chickens! We deserve Princes ;)

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Isabel's Painting

On my flight back to Singapore, I didn't expect that I would meet this cute and super sweet girl. Her name's Isabelle Villar and she was sitting beside me in the plane. I smiled at her and she smiled back, forming round bulges with her suntanned cheeks. I resumed my aimless task of solving a sudoku puzzle and she started filling up the embarkation card. I couldn't help but glance over her shoulders as she scribbled tiny letters. I told her, "Sweetie, you should write in block letters." To my surprise, she started drawing boxes around each letter! I laughed and told her that I meant capital letters. She then drew several lines over the words as if trying to erase them and asked for her mum to write for her instead.


After a while, she started telling me about their five dogs back in their house in Magallanes Village and how she has taken care of them. Suddenly, she unzipped her backpack and pulled out her sketchbook and began showing me her paintings. They were so beautiful, but what's more amazing was the fact that she's only 8! Then she took out a clear plastic that contained a couple of silver bling blings she just bought. I commented, "Yo! They're really nice, yo!" She began to whisper something to her mum so I looked out the window. After a while, she tapped my shoulder and offered me the other necklace! I was so surprised by the sweet gesture but I told her I couldn't possibly accept it. She was really persistent so I asked if I could have one of her paintings instead. She agreed, signed her name on it and gave me her Manila address asking me to visit her soon. Aaaaaawww....such a sweet sweet darling!....







I don't know but somehow I felt refreshed with that encounter. You see, while waiting for the plane to land, I was actually talking to God. I asked Him for strength and guidance as I continue my journey with a promise to let go of the past and give it my best shot this time. And He gave me Isaiah 43...."Do not be afraid...I have called you by name; you are Mine....because you are presious to Me...I love you..."





Geee!! He was telling me He loves me not just in words but through Isabelle! I was feeling down that time but having met her felt like my heart was being balmed. He was romancing me in ways that just left me awed. Thanks, Isabelle! Thanks, Dad!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

No Gummy no Honey in SG

I'm sorry for the lack of a better title..haha!

The moment I announced to my boss and office mates that I would be in Manila for the rest of the week, they began offering me their bucks for a unified request- chewing gum. (Just writing it makes me salivate). Na-ah, they do not want just packets; they want boxes! One of my colleagues, Marian, who just came from Taiwan, showed me how she’s been saving broken pieces of her gum so she can chew one each day. I’m also a chewer and I can definitely finish a blanket of Dentyne in one take, so I sympathise with her.

But why is it really illegal to sell gums in Singapore? One of my Malay friends told me about how once upon a time Singaporeans were joyously chewing like goats and sticking their wads of saliva-soaked leftover under mrt seats and subway sliding doors. Then one time, one of the train doors became clogged and it was not able to function properly. So from then on, the government banned vendors from selling gums in Singapore. I wasn’t able to validate if this story is true but knowing how the government is easily freaked out, it made sense.

Because our cravings need to be satiated, I would probably make a living out of selling gums here (secretly, that is).


Note to my parents: If I got held up by the immigration officers on the way back, you know the reason.

i miss my bff


Belle, me, Danzen, and Bea
gorgeous LaSallians in Boracay (May 2007)


Career: Med student/princess, TV producer/writer/princess, Marketer/writer/princess, Flight attendant/wife/princess
Status: Open, In a relationship, Waiting, Married
LaLuz, Batangas (May 2008)
Nothing in the world beats the beaches in the Philippines! Totally awesome white sands, blue waters, breathtaking sun, plus packed with abounding beauties!

it's a man's world after all


My bosses, colleagues and I were on our way back to the office after a hearty lunch. I was trying hard to keep up with their pace but I needed to sprint before I fell into step beside one of them. Big French men ahead of me sauntered with a nonchalant gait, while I, a scrawny girl (but with love handles and all) scampered on pretending not to look a bit out of breath and flustered in my stilettos. Right then I was convinced that stilettos were made by a patriarchal society aimed to suppress women even more.


Three years after graduation, I would like to believe that I am still wearing those rose-colored glasses and that badge of idealism which made me think that having a good head on one’s shoulders is enough to become who one wants to be. True, I’ve been working long enough to learn that the real world requires more, but as I approached my desk and slumped on my chair, I once again sensed a sad epiphany dawning.


I looked around my surroundings. In the office, the top management was composed of men, armed with MBA’s and PhD’s; while the women were Administrative Assistants, HR Manager and Project Coordinators. Our major sales and investment deals were sealed over bottles of beer but not over scoops of strawberry ice cream or nail polish sessions. I tried thinking about female CEOs or Directors I know of but I could only name two: Mary Kay Ash and Andrea Jung (Avon), both of whom are in the same industry- cosmetics.


Honestly, I am not too sure where this entry is leading to and I will not just sit here and chant about gender inequality. But, as I looked down on my antagonistic shoes, I reprimanded myself for feeling sorry and a bit mistreated. Women are not created to compete with men. Yes, we can do and perform better yet were not given due credit most of the time, but it will only hurt if we always try to be better at something men are made to do. I realized that we do have different roles to play in order to supplement the other, and it’s not actually about what the society dictates, but what our hearts impel us to be.


I’m not saying that we make ourselves doormats of men as they work to be on top of their games, heck no. In fact we should continue to educate ourselves, engage in things that are purposeful and enduring and be the most beautiful ezer kenegdos for the men in our lives. . .

Therefore, I refuse to take these rose-colored glasses off and yes, even my stilettos for that matter.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Singapore dream

I really don't remember how I've suddenly gained this desire. I was working as a Corporate Communications Officer in a local insurance firm in Makati and was slowly building up my portfolio as an employee just fresh out of college. But 'slowly' means turtle speed. Because I'm a newbie, I was never assigned challenging work even after a year of working. I've tried studying again to be able to input more creative ideas, but the company culture does not allow independent decision-making from um, well...a mere clerk. A 5%- annual increase (I can feel your shocked expressions) did not motivate me at all and promotion never happens unless the person your senior gets to be promoted first. So it wasn't surprising when I saw staff after staff resigning.

One of my best buddies who's also my lunchmate confided to me that he got a job offer as an IT analyst in Singapore. He was being recruited by a Filipino agent and they were offering a salary triple (or more) than what he was currently getting. Being an IT whiz and a fast worker, he would surely be a valuable gem the company is bound to lose. But as the character of Piscine in the book, Life of Pi by Yann Martel puts it, "People move in the hope of a better life." And so my lunch mate and my only advocate in the office left and took the too-good-to pass chance to work in Singapore.

I missed him but the thought of working abroad was too far-fetched for me back then. Few months later, I met Ivy, who was my classmate in graduate school in De La Salle. We were both taking up Master in Marketing Communications and she shared with me her plan to go to Singapore. Right then, I was wondering why everyone was going to that country. But Ivy told me the advantages:

1. It is very easy to enter Singapore. No visa is required.
2. SG is one of the safest countries to live in.
3. It harbours a multi-cultural environment so you won't feel marginalized or left out.
4. A lot of MNCs (multi-national corporations) had set up their headquarters in Singapore.
5. The economy of Singapore relies heavily on international talents. It will collapse if it does not open its doors to foreign workers; thus, it has very lenient regulations on hiring foreigners. In fact, the government encourages hiring them.
6. And last but definitely not to dismiss, one sgd is worth 33php!

As I look at the projects I've done with the insurance company, I did not feel that proud at all. I felt that I could do more and learn more. Suddenly there's a yearning to expand my area of responsibility and take on a more challenging role... So I thought about it long and hard. I prayed and asked for signs. Although my credentials and transcripts of records were quite impressive (I think), I felt that the chances of me getting a job (taking into consideration that I do not possess an IT experience) through an agent while still in the Philippines was slim. Fortunately there's EPEC (Employment Pass Eligibility Certificate). If you were granted an EPEC by MOM (Ministry of Manpower), you will acquire a one-year social visit pass that allows you to stay for 12 months or more in Singapore which will then give you ample time to look for employment. More information can be viewed here: https://epec.mom.gov.sg/epec/index.do.

So I took the shot. I was asked to give details about my academic credentials and which school I came from. Then I was asked to provide soft copies of relevant documents, such as passport details, resume, and diploma. After 5 days, I was informed via email that my application has been approved and they will send the certificate to my mailing address within 2 weeks. However, because of carelessness, I wrote in an incomplete mailing address so I wasn't able to receive the certificate even after 4 weeks of waiting. Because I was too excited to go for I already received calls from prospective employers, I tried applying again. EPEC is only issued once, but I tried to work around the system. I tried calling the MOM officers for some help, but they said they could not re-issue the certificate. I applied for EPEC once again but this time under a different email address and it worked! My EPEC certificate came into my mailbox just a week after my application got approved.

I have a lot of friends and officemates whose EPEC applications were not successful, but because MOM will not disclose their rationale for not approving, I can only guess:
1. Incomplete documents or information
2. Undergraduate course is not relevant to recent job experience
3. Underage or below 20 years old
4. Multiple applications
5. MOM's quota has been reached.

For those of you whose EPEC application has been rejected, do not be discouraged. You can still go to Singapore and try your luck maximising the 30-day visit pass for tourists. But before doing that, make sure you have contacted or sent resumes to hundreds of hiring companies. Look into all the job portals and inform them of your date of arrival in Singapore.

I would not end this entry by saying that after getting my EPEC approved and finding a job after 3 weeks of searching, everything went well with me, because it did not. Well, thank God I do not have horrifying stories to tell and it has been so much better now since I started less than a year ago, but I will never regret going through all those struggles that I will narrate in my upcoming entries. Working in Singapore is truly challenging, stressful, fun, and full of epiphanies and learning experiences.