I have been thinking about this topic for a while now ever since I tried teaching Tagalog to my husband. And because it’s the Buwan ng Wika (Language Month) I thought about writing it today.
On this post I will update the local equivalent of ingredients that we usually use outside Germany, so you can get the cheaper version because you don’t have to go to specialty grocery stores!
Here I will not discuss the technical German learning or study tips to make it easy for you that you might have seen everywhere. I’m gonna discuss how to make the process more fun and interesting. Learning a new language will take a long time, and it’s totally normal for your patience to fail you at times. These tips aim to make it less painful. The goal here is we want to make the language more and more relevant to you, hence making it more fun!
A reminder to myself: When a voice in your head tells you cannot do it, DO IT. And it will be silenced immediately.
I just arrived in the Philippines which means my official sabbatical time will commence in 2 weeks. And my sabbatical is not really about having fun; it’s self-studying like crazy to shift to a new career and find a new job back in Germany. Cool-cool-cool-cool-cool
It will be the first time that I’ll be out of job for at least a full month to take time to study so that I can move on in my career. The pressure is ON. And just a segue, GIRL, I am hating Gutenberg right now (!!!).
Five years ago, the idea of flying to India might have received a violent reaction from me. The pollution is bad, I’ll be raped, I’ll walk with cows, there will be dead animals everywhere, the spices are too strong and everyone will smell like curry.
Fast forward now, I learned that I was completely wrong. Okay, maybe except walking with cows.
I lived for a year in Delhi, the capital city, a notorious one for its rape cases, aggressive people and having the deadliest levels of air quality in the world. Even non-Delhiite Indians wouldn’t want to live there. Anyway, I’m still alive so I can tell you the 5 most common misconceptions about India, from someone with an Indian family and lived like an ordinary middle-class local in Delhi.
Don’t we miss how we used blogs before, just writing our unfiltered thoughts without the fear of being discovered by friends or worse, by potential employers through Google search? Well, I thought I missed it so I think it will also help my sanity (#adulting) to write down all the positive things that happen daily.
It has been 3 months since we moved and with the Internet finally installed you can say we’re finally settled.
Whew, Munich. Probably the first big struggle we had in our married life so far. My move to India was so relaxed, probably because one of us lived there and our countries are very similar. Where we come from, as long as you have the cash (basically anyone who has a job above the minimum wage) you can do anything possible with it. But boy, Munich doesn’t play around, you gotta be more than that. Everyone can get the cash, you have to be way creative to stand out.
Obviously, I’m talking about the desperate housing situation.
The past 2 years were the most eventful my life had been so far.
The last time I wrote here, I recently made the biggest leap of faith. At least I thought that was the biggest I can do ever. Little did I know that I will be taking more, infinitely chasing until I get used to a life of being uncomfortable.
A few months before the last post I was too comfortable for my own good. I was stuck in an office job for almost 3 years doing nothing that I feel will make sense for me in the future. I hated it everyday but for some reason I couldn’t leave. I was very active and extremely passionate volunteering for a non-profit, I thought that if I will leave that job I couldn’t volunteer anymore. My mother was worried about what was I doing in my life, spending time and energy volunteering instead of fixing my career path.
One day I just got an opportunity for a career switch and thought of jumping blindly into it. If you look at it won’t directly help with my career, it won’t pay good either and for sure I will exhausted AF. But I know that time that I want to be there, so I shut my brain and took the leap. One jump came after another, and the biggest one, which until now I can say is the biggest one that will take time for any person to comprehend: I decided to get married AND leave my home country for that person. We’re from a different race of Asian family which has their own prejudice towards other races and puts a lot of weight on the idea of marriage. And we wanted that to be settled in 7 months, which we actually did.
Now I’ve lived in another country for a year, and in 2 weeks we will be moving to a new one. Who said getting married is just about settling, buying a house, getting kids and saving for retirement? Life is short. Don’t make it shorter.
Since then, I accepted that things can magically fall into place. The only thing that you need to do is take a leap of faith. So many things happened in the past 2 years, that I realized the 3 years I spent listening to my own demons and making excuses not to leave my job was a huge waste of time. It’s sad when that dawns upon you, however, with the chase I did in the past 2 years, I can tell my pessimistic self that it will be easy to make up for it anyway.
I first attended a Mozilla All-hands workweek in 2014 when it happened in Portland. I attended as part of the newly-formed FSA E-board who has been working so hard during the past months in revamping the program led by the amazing Community Manager that we had. FSA is the first (and so far the only) area at Mozilla that I have been a core contributor of in a global level, so I was so excited to meet the people I have been working so closely for the first time. I led the revamp of the Firefox Clubs and I take pride on the sleepless nights I spent working on the new process and training materials. I was ready to rock in Portland.
But it was the first workweek I attended. Less idealism and more serious business, so for the first time ever I was so stressed in a Mozilla event. Each day I had been learning what was really happening inside the organization, mostly cool stuff but sadly, it isn’t the case for the program I am involved with. Portland weather continued to be gloomy and the clouds were getting heavier as I am getting filled with confusion and doubt. It was my first time to be upset about and started questioning how well are we really doing in taking care of volunteers in Mozilla.
Now, what happened? Simple. Apparently there is a difference on how we value this program between us, the volunteer team running it and the team managing it. We all went to Portland with a goal to think about how we can improve the experience of Mozilla’s young volunteers but too bad, we are apparently all about numbers. Indeed I am aware we contribute to that, but I expected they see us beyond. These people we work so hard for are just valued for the numbers they bring. This isn’t even close to what I expected from all the things we have been working on since the revamp. Indeed, reality sucks.