Hormonal Notes
Last Sunday, I heard mass at the church near the gare (train station). It was the only church I knew here in this city that had a mass spoken in English. Also, almost all the churchgoers there were Filipino.
During the mass, I looked around and wondered how the other Filipinos present at that time were coping with their lives in this foreign city. Suddenly, the choir sang Tanging Yaman. That was when I broke down. I sobbed as I sang the song with the choir. The other Filipinos pretended not to notice me. I can’t blame them since I must have looked really crazy.
After the mass, I did not take the tram. Instead, I walked home and hummed Tanging Yaman all the way back to the apartment.
September 15th, 2006 at 2:09 am
hey, em! ang simbahan nga ang isa sa mga inakamagandang puntahan kung nasa ibang bansa ka at type mong makakita ng kapwa pinoy. sa mga bar din ng hotel na may live band madalas may pinoy. karamihan kasi ng banda eh pinoy. i think we supply over 70% of the world’s show bands.
sana okay ka diyan palagi.
September 25th, 2006 at 10:12 am
hi em! uy, i can relate! everytime i’m out of the Philippines i start missing it the moment i leave (well, di naman, mga 1 week after pa, hehe!). and then something just reminds you of home and yup, the tears come. well, in your case, look at the bright side…aren’t you glad it was the beautiful music that touched your heart? kesa naman in my case then when i was heavily pregnant and all i could see on TFC was the impeachment…hay!
anyway, you take care!!!
September 28th, 2006 at 9:00 am
hey em, i love the tanging yaman song! its nice =) a lot of the churchgoers here are also filipinos during english mass. we also have a tagalog mass every two weeks. =)
October 15th, 2006 at 1:32 am
That’s sweet. I love “Tanging Yaman,” too. You should try to listen to the version of the UP Madrigal Singers. Very haunting.