The more I mingle with the locals here in Singapore, the more I am surprised as to how they react once they learn I am a Filipino.
I was riding a taxi and the driver is a Singaporean but of an Indian descent (complete with a gray turban and beard). Surprisingly during the trip, he asked me if I am a foreigner. More specifically afterwards, he asked me if I am a Filipino. I said yes, wondering how he'd know. Well, apparently, he acknowledged that we Filipinos speak English distinctly with a (take note) "musical kind of tone". He admitted that Singaporeans tend to speak English in a manner like "reading a book" (or seems like reading a thick volume of a British Encyclopedia with alternating halts and breathes - how I understand his perception). I might look like a Malay crossed with some Chinese blood or otherwise but the way I communicate to him gave way as to my being a foreigner here in this small island (with thick British accent: "bloody hell").
So the fact is that I don't need to tell anyone I am a foreigner (Pinoy). I'll just speak up and the mystery will be solved.
Oh yeah, for those fellow Pinoys out there, just a "for your information" only: yes, I saw an umbrella tucked between the driver's seat and the gear shifter before I disembarked the taxi. For those who don't know what I meant by that, ask me about it. :-D
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- ▼ 2006 (66)