The Biting Cold and Pinoys

My ignorance beckons me to move on and get over certain things.

The cold is biting. In fact, numbing. But forgive me, this is my first time to experience this kind of cold in my entire life save the few stolen moments of me standing in front of the open freezer door 12 or so years ago.

It is interesting to note that I am inside this cozy and warm library, trying to keep my distance from the searing brrrr when back in my home university, the blast of the library's ACs were the solitude of migrating college students trying to keep themselves from frying over. Beyond the natural differences of where I am now and where I come from, are complex solitary hordes of utter cultural confetti raining down on me. Like A-bombs exploding on my face on every sharp Japanese street corner. I hoped that I could pass off as a Japanese, being Asian and all. But well, let's just say I am racially ambiguous. Don't think that I am complaining. I am actually utterly delighted of the change of scenery.

I think what keeps me up here all alone away from my world of family and friends and not crumbling into a mass of ash is the part where I do not ordinarily see things the way most people do. I have foresight. Plus the fact that I have been asking for this opportunity for so long (ignore the fact that I am just 20 years old) and the wonderful cornucopia of Filipinos I have met in my short duration here so far. I knew before why Pinoys can easily live anywhere you put them in the world. Our intrinsic culture of family and a helping hand is the perfect quality to have in these kinds of situations. And it is funny to actually see this playing out in front of you. Seeing how the Pinoys who are already well established here give their all out help just so a fellow Pinoy can get his bearings in the place where he/she might have had a difficulty before. Or that someone else had helped him/her before. It is so not a bad thing. It is in fact, a great blessing for wherever you go, you are sure that someone will have the balls to take you in like a little puppy left out in a cold winter night. I am particularly grateful for the Pinoys here. I wouldn't have survived the Narita airport traffic without their help.


I am waging a battle with the Japanese prices. It is so damn expensive here that I can't for a day not think about how much I must spend in order to live, albeit below poverty.




listening to music fit for a day out in the park.