Sunday, June 12, 2005

Coming to the Mall of America

It was Friday night. It might as well have been friday afternoon or even friday morning. I have since learned not to trust my well established sense of time. The sun here sets at ten in the evening. With that fact goes twenty-five years of instinct. The term night life takes on a very different connotation here. Still despite the semantics on situational chronology, fun loving insticts take loner to ebb away. And Friday evening, whatever the location of the sun, will always be Friday evening. It means I go out. We call it gimmick back home.

I had spent the better part of the afternoon trying to be busy and picking up whatever I can learn from my project manager. He'll be leaving three working days from now and then I'll be on my own. After working on it, I was not at all exhausted. We just had meetings and some investigation on silk scripts and then that was it. Chicken feed. I can even call it chick feed. I can imagine that, if back home, I become reinvigorated after a tiring day at work when I'm going out, how much more today when I feel no semblance of fatigue whatsoever. Honestly though the excitement existed only at an average level. I think it's because that's what I usually do and I'm sort of used to it. But I'm still excited anyway.

Jay was my blockmate in college. We both happened to be working for the same company and through some stroke of circumstance we ended up being roommates at an apartment here in Minnesotta. He is the designated driver of the staff car and so I ride with him going to and out of work. I was uploading pictures into the net from my cube when he called me. "Let's meet at the lobby." I was cool with that so off I went.

We picked up two more of our housemates and then the Friday night instinct came into the picture. I had no clue that they had planned to go out that night and had already made preparations to go to the Mall of America - the largest mall in the US and the second largest mall in the world. I had heard a few days earlier that the largest mall in the world was found in Canada. When I asked what the name was, nobody could recall. I can imagine that it goes something like the Mall of Canada. Anyways, the preparations included printing a map from MapQuest and step by step directions on how to get there from where our apartment was located. That was cool. I've always wanted that - using technology to make life easier.

A map is a very useful thing. It can tell you where places are located, how to get there, what to avoid, and what to expect. However, before it becomes useful there are several things that must be in the picture. Otherwise, you can only use it as props to look like as if you know where you're going. We have a map and I was the designated navigator. That seemed ok enough. I have a very good sense of direction. When I looked at the map I realized that I had to know first where we are in the map and which way is which. I don't even know where the north side in the map. I didn't want to use the sun as a frame of reference since it sets at 10pm and goodness knows what side of the world it goes to. I don't have a compass and they'd probably find it weird if I started rubbing needles somewhere to create a makeshift compass. And all of that will not help in telling me where north is on the map. Besides, I have no idea if they even printed out the right map.

It was a good thing that Jay has been here for a full month and has pretty much figured out how to get from place to place. After mumbling some meaningless words to make me avoid looking like I don't know what I'm talking about, which probably did not help my cause, somehow, we got to where we were supposed to go.

There it was the Mall of America. To tell you the truth it was already my second time here. My othernmanager when she fetched me at the airport bought some donuts at the mall and we stopped over. I ate some Krispy Kreme then - best donuts in the world and I've already eaten Cello's.

I don't know why I'm not so impressed by the structures here. Maybe it's because I expect them to be impressive and they are. A matter of expectation meeting the outcome.

We ate at Bubba Gump. I ordered some Accidental Fish. I don't know why they call it that. It probably chicken or beef that for some unexplained reason turned out to be fish. Either that or they were the fish that are unlucky enough to get run over by boats and then picked up to be cooked for dinner. It was tangy but I like it. A bit expensive though but I liked it.

Me and Jay took a walk around the mall. We looked at electronics and electronics and then more electronics. Boy, are the gadgets here awesome! There was no need to restrain myself since I only brought a few dollars with me. I couldn't buy those stuff even if I wanted to. I'll get around to that when my tour of duty would come to an end.

We then watched a movie. All four of us. Me, Jay and our two other housemates. We watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith. It was a cool fun movie. I enjoyed myself immensely.

I had fun. We had fun. Our instinct to have fun was not at all curbed by the our circumstances. I believe that's part of being Filipino. We'll have fun whenever we can. I missed my friends back home though. If I had my way I'd want them to be here. =)

As we drove back home. I smiled as I looked out the window. I was happy. I had fun that night. I sighed too. I miss home.


Friday, June 10, 2005

Teletubbies Land

I'm in the office right now and I don't have much to do at this time obviously. The work here is not as hard as what I usually do in Manila. The operations all happen there. In here, it's all just coordination and reporting with the client. But despite the lighter workload, there is great pressure since whatever questions, requests, and problems that they have with the output of the offshore guys in Manila are all directed towards me. It's something that I have to grow into and deal with. I'm confident that given time I'll be able to adjust and do just fine. I still have some apprehensions because I'm all alone here with no one to watch out for my back. But I trust that the good Lord will guide me in the path that I should go. The place here is great. It's like I'm in happy land. The grass is really green and has no sign of brown patches anywhere and it is well-cut too. It reminds me of the setting of Teletubbies (hence the happy land term). It is also very progressive and modern. What is surprising though is that there are no skyscrapers or some humongous modern structure as one might expect from an advanced country but everything is all laid out in flat structures. The tallest building that I spotted was just 10 to 12 floors high. Either they have a limit on building length or the planes just keep them at that height. Practically every time you'd look up you can see a plane flying, landing, or taking off. This place is also the terminal of Northwest Airlines, NWA planes go here when they need to either sleep or rest. That of course explains why there are lots of planes but not why they have flat buildings. It appears that the presence of a lot of real estate dealers in the area could be the answer. Land must be pretty reasonable here. They might not have skyscrapers but the buildings are all laid out wide. In the place where I'm working, the building is only 6 floors high but it's shaped like a W and it's bigger than two Megamalls. If you count the area from the fences it can encompass about an eighth of UP Diliman. The food is, well, great but I'm trying to hold back for two reasons. One is that I am dieting and the prices if converted back to pesos, are nothing short of horrendous. Just this lunch I ordered skewered chicken and coke and it cost me over five dollars. It was very filling but I would have cringed at the thought of spending over 275 pesos for lunch. Dinner costs so much more. My allowance is more than enough but I'm thinking of saving it so that I can travel to several states during my vacation leave. I can even buy a laptop if I really save enough. I'm living in a townhouse with five other people. It's an excellent place. It's like living in a hotel only with no room service. That means I get to fix my own bed, prepare my own food and share in the cleaning of the house. No one here trusts that I can cook so I get to have the unenviable task of washing the dishes after every meal because most of them do the cooking. Me and two others that are. Learning how to cook good food offers the only real freedom from the oppression of washing the dishes. I need to learn ASAP since the sooner I get to cook the sooner I get to stop doing the dishes. Despite the vastly limitless employment opportunities, I'm not here to further my career as a dishwasher. I would have made a killing in the black market had I learned that there was a demand for pancit canton and adobo here. I would have brought a whole box of pancit canton and rekado, sold them, and then buy myself a nice digicam and an iPod mini. Immigration would have been strict though. Carrying stuff that many would surely attract attention at the airports. I don't have enough credibility to pass off as an eccentric chef but I could be mistaken for a pancit canton smuggler. If ever I got deported because of that I don't know how I would have handled having the reputation of being a pancit canton smuggler. I would have to put a paper bag over my head. Then again I could always stamp the logo of, say, "Lucky Me" on the bag and then charge them for advertisement. Just the other night I woke up to a sound very much like a police siren or that of an ambulance or firetruck. I have seen the movie twister and I knew that it was some sort of tornado warning. It was 2am and the thought of a giant swirling force suddenly sucking us up in our beds made me wonder if we should go to a basement or something. But I guess that stuff only happens in disaster movies. That'll be all for now. Until the next time.