Wednesday 18 March 2015

The Opposite Game - part 1

If I were to compare Manila to the city where  I live now -Assen,  the examples I can come up with are  in extremes that you can imagine  these  two cities in opposing poles. In general, Philippines and The Netherlands are so different in many ways. For almost a month of  inhabiting  Assen , I can already name heaps of things that are so unlike to what I have been accustomed to in Manila. It makes me think of a game I played as a child- the opposites game. How I played it with my playmates ? Well,  we would say one thing and would  mean  the opposite and it would carry on  for the entire day. Now in real life,  I want to think that I am just playing the opposite game. The only big difference is that I am a full grown adult now and I am no longer pretending of the opposites because the present situation now is that whatever I can see ,  feel, hear, touch  are this time the opposites  of what  I have learnt and understood by heart.  What strikes the most is that this is the reality now for me but I prefer to think of this reality as the opposite game.  That way it is just like swallowing  a sweet sour candy instead of a jagged bitter pill. Though every once in a while this reality attacks  viciously on my awareness as I ponder to myself- ' for  how long do I have  to  play this game?'  Surely, it does not just  last for a day because maybe I will have to play it  for the rest of my life. Then my panic self posts the next question,  " how long does it take YOU to endure this game?"

Anyway,  to lighten things up, I try to put my analytic cap on while looking at how interesting it can be to experience the 'opposites':

 HEATER vs AC 
Let's take one good look at -TEMPERATURE. Say someone from Manila would like me to give them a  vivid description of  Holland;  as quick as a speeding bullet, the cold temperature is the very first thing that will come to my mind. At this exact time in Manila, people are screaming 'Ang init!' (so hot)  while the Dutch curses 'zo koud!' (so cold). The summer weather in Manila is scorching hot that  everyone there must be seeking the comforts of their air-conditioned rooms in 16-degree temperature.  Now here  in Assen the outdoor temperature is 18 degrees and where am I?  I am in the refuge of our cozy home with the heater on at 18 degrees. Come to think of it-  warmth and humidity are so scarce here  that for each  time I turn the heater on   means adding more  digits to our electric bill. Contrary to tropical Manila ,  a higher Meralco bill means regular use of the AC overnight! 





THE DUTCH TREAT vs THE FILIPINO TREAT 
In the Naar Nederland book I remember reading this - 'Je krijgt maar een koekje bij de thee'. This statement points to a commonly known  dutch habit where a cookie is usually offered next to  tea or coffee.   Often referred  to as the dutch treat and  widely understood by many as being stingy.  In Tagalog , we say 'kuripot'. On my husband's defense, " it is not stingy but conserving " , a practical  habit  that may well  be traced back to its  low country origin of flat and below sea level areas. Polders and dikes made most of Holland up, als het staat onder water! (or it goes underwater)  and a big percentage of its land mass were reclaimed out of lakes and seas. Flooding became obviously a common disaster between the 11th century until the early fifties. The Dutch must have felt painful losses but they  also realize that suffering is optional so the problem was dealt with thorough care and  it brought great impact to the development of  their commerce, infrastructure and economy. Due to flooding, livelihood then  must be  rather  difficult thus I speculate it must have lead these people to become practical rather than extravagant. 

Sufficing the cookie-tea example, I got a better view of  the 'dutch' treat in action when I was invited  in a  birthday party. First of all, attending  a birthday celebration for a true-blood pinoy like me is like entering an eat-all-you can restaurant. Other than carrying a gift and a mental list of karaoke songs, the most important thing to remember is to arrive at the function with an empty stomach. A pinoy birthday is celebrated with glorious, upsized  courses that is beyond measure.  In Holland unfortunately, birthday and feast are two things that do not go together. Make this a warning to everyone-  never attempt to skip your regular meal before attending a dutch birthday party.  Here is how a feestje (party) is celebrated in Holland : 
-guests greet the celebrant, 'Gefeliciteerd!'  
-everyone stay around the living room 
-beer and nibbles are  served
-everyone are  engaged in uninterrupted guttural chit-chats
-beer is finished
-time to go home

**To be continued on my next post  - The opposite game 2 

Monday 16 March 2015

From Manila to Amsterdam



Mabuhay everyone! I am May , 36 years old from the Philippines. Back in Manila, I have worked as a teacher for more than 15 years. My interests include a wide range of things such as art, music, dance, fitness and travel. However, what you might  find interesting about me is the seven-year long distance relationship I  maintained with my husband. 

Yes, you heard it right! Seven arduous years of living apart from my partner which may as well be broken down to 5 years of dating and 2 years of being married. The power of internet of course brought possibilities to our once hopeless situation.  Above all, we followed the summon of our willing minds and longing  hearts. For those years that  we were apart we traveled  to be with each other's company and for few weeks managed to slash  the gap of  10, 385 kilometers in distance and 6 hours in time difference. 

But alas! Those seven years have finally come to an end! The bittersweet fruit of patience was just right for picking when we drew nearer to the finale of the  immigration process. On February 27, I arrived at Schiphol bearing an  MVV sticker on my passport. I hope that would  be the last time I had to be picked up then dropped off again to Schiphol.  The moment I saw my husband,  I felt  like a damsel in distress who was  finally rescued by my prince charming. If we were in a fairy tale, the last page of our story must have ended right there . It was the end of our  ‘happily ever after’ but our real-life journey  is just about to begin….

From here onward,  I plan to detail  most  of my  personal recounts and reflections as a newbie resident, a rookie wife and maybe soon, as a novice employee or perhaps a first time mom (who knows..)  I am a neophyte , inside and out. It has just been two weeks since I arrived so I am still basically someone who lived most of her life on the other side of the world. Where do I put the blame ? To the  laws of nature for making everything on that other side of the globe completely the opposite of the life I have to live here ? Before my sanity breaks loose,  here is a gentle reminder to self - HASTE NOT! Nature also dictates that gradual adaptation takes time and  time is of essence in rebooting one's consciousness. For now, I just have to sit back , relax, chill in the cold climate and enjoy what this land ( the 'Holy Land' as my dad would always proclaim),  well known for windmills, tulips , its abundant staple of coffee and cheese has to offer :)