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Written by Maylaine Cerna
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Thursday, 12 August 2010 09:20 |
 A week after my arrival to New Zealand in Oct 2006, (when jobs were plenty and it was easy to get interviewed for a position you applied for), I had my first interview with a newspaper company based in Remuera. The lady assisting me said “Okay first am going to give you a spelling tist, din a typing tist.” Upon hearing what she said, my jaw dropped to the ground and if my mind could speak out loud, it said, “Unshalan to Mam? Hala laina gud nimo mosulti gud.” “Is that all right with you Maylaine?” she snapped back realizing I was speechless with my big brown eyes wide open.” I nodded. To my untrained ear, I could not believe what I heard. Until that moment, I thought New Zealanders spoke the British English. But their English is neither British nor American. |
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Written by Cherry Thelmo-Fernandez
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Thursday, 12 August 2010 08:48 |
 I blame Gene Kelly. It's all his fault. Really. Him and his dimples and awesome dancing steps. And yes, his singing in the rain. I was but a young child when I first watched his movie, "Singing in the Rain", and it was then that I fell in love with singing, dancing, and yes, the rain. I vividly remember taking baths in the rain as a tween, loving the raindrops that fell hard on my head. In high school, I even choreographed a dance number on the movie's theme song as a requirement for physical ed. Umbrellas and all. We got 96 as grade, as I recall. When I was already in the university, I walked under the rain so many times and had gone home drenched. My mom just would always just give me one look and ask with resignation, "You walked in the rain again?" Because of Gene Kelly, I always welcomed the rain. |
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