LOVE to LOVE

Today is Valentines Day. The celebration of expressing the most powerful emotion and feeling of all–LOVE. Like I have said in my previous hearts day posts, I will be away from the love of my life for this year’s Vday but it will never make such difference as everyday for us is a Valentines day. From the very start of us being together, Husband dear writes emails to me everyday. I admit, I am the not-romantic-non-expressive-other-half of the heart in our relationship and reading his emails everyday always melts me inside and longs for our moments together and dreads the time being apart. Most times he is overseas and to see his name in my inbox and reading the lines of his emails is one of the highlights of my day to day routine. I will never ever get tired of getting an email from him.

If one truly loves and being loved, expressing this powerful emotion is constant and spontaneous and doesn’t occur on every 14th day of February only, regardless of distance or time difference. For today’s post, there is no greater idea than to show you all how everyday seems to be a Valentines Day for me.

These are the very few, among the many heartfelt lines on Husband dear’s everyday emails that I will never ever get tired of reading.

      

I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone and that is you and still wanting to be with you more than any other person, love is trusting you fully and to tell you everything , including the things you  or I might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting my knees weak when I walk into a room and you smile at me

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As I keep telling you I dream of our life together. Your lips to kiss and for my arms around you and loving you every day is what I want forever. To come home to you day after day knowing you’re there or me waiting on you while you are  working  long shifts at the blood bank. What ever our future brings I am always going to be with my love and that is you, my one and only Cel.

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my life has been nothing but a love song since I have you in my life. From the very start when we were just friends and then a couple and now man and wife. I know there is God as he has given me the greatest gift a man can receive on this Earth.  I will protect our love with my life as I will never have a day that I won’t respect  and cherish our love and hold it true.People who write love songs is for people like me who want to express my love but I am not as good at words as the songwriters. All I know is that, I feel and breath the words of love for you and  when I hear those favored love songs, I will always feel my love for you deep with in to my very being.  So every breath I take and every move I make in this life will be to love and respect my beautiful wife, I pledge my heart and all my love to you my beloved beautiful book worm.

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Out of everything I have done in my lifetime, having you as my wife is the greatest achievement of all. When we first met, I was already in love at first sight but never dreamed that my dream would come true and you would have me as much as I wanted you. The day I put that ring on your finger was the greatest day of my life. That is why I kept tearing up at the dinner after the wedding. I knew my life was changing for the better. I finally have the life full of love and the most beautiful wife in the world.

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I was just existing and life was all just black and white and no happy colors in me. You have added an explosion of colors to my dull and boring life and now I can see the years ahead as nothing but a great love with my great family. To have a chance to have such a wonderful life with such a beautiful woman as you are is more than a man can ever ask for….

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There has to be a God as he has blessed me with a beautiful Pinoy family. A family that loves me as much as I love you all. Life is like a book and its full of chapters being written with each and every year that goes by. And out of all the chapters in my book of life the best chapters started when I met you Cel and the book will end up being one of the greatest love story ever so written. It will have tests and difficulties  that life will throw at us but our love for one another will always prevail. We will always to be together forever as husband and wife and family. I Love You Mrs. Woods!

I LOVE YOU Mer!

With all my heart and soul..

I miss you all the time and

I wish we’re together today and always!

Happy Valentines Day my Love!

 

   

LOVE for 2012

 

My mother told me about New Year Candles about 3 years ago. She found this set of colorful candles sold somewhere and bought one for herself and one for each of my aunts and female cousins. That year, I didn’t get any of these candles as I was still overseas in Saudi Arabia. According to the instructions that came inside the packaging , these candles should be lit all together at the same time thirty minutes before New Year’s Eve, and that would be 11:30PM of December 31st to be exact. There are actually seven candles in colors of red, blue, yellow, violet, green, pink and orange which symbolizes the different aspects of life. The lighted candles should be put off  exactly thirty minutes after it was lighted and that would be the very midnight or the New Year’s eve. The candles should be arranged from the shortest to the tallest after putting it out. The shortest candle with its corresponding symbol represents the greatest blessing that the New Year will bring to the person who lit them followed by the rest of the candles and their symbols in succession.

RED – for LIFE

BLUE – for PEACE

YELLOW – for Good Spirit

VIOLET – for Material Wealth

GREEN – for Money

PINK – for LOVE and HEALTH

ORANGE – for Brightness

 

Welcoming 2011 last year was my first time to participate Mama’s new ritual to welcome the New Year. I had mixed feelings of believing, hoping and somehow just going with the flow of this activity. Nevertheless, I had fun and enjoyed doing it. When my candles were put out and arranged I had the PINK colored candle as the shortest one. I forgot which candle followed the pink one. As a matter of fact, I forgot the arrangement and was just happy with the result of what came out of the shortest candle.

For year 2011, Woody and I got married and became man and wife officially last February of 2011. With that alone, the PINK candle made its point already. Despite having a long-distance kind of relationship, I know I am very much in-love and will always be. Health wise, my family and I had a very healthy year 2011. This marriage has made me feel happy, happier and happiest.

Last Christmas, my Mother gave me another set of New Year Candles. She put it on my stocking and like a little girl, I giggled and got excited to do the activity that comes with it.

At exactly thirty minutes before 2012 came in, I lit all the candles. Together with the blasting noise of fire crackers and the colorful fireworks in the sky from the neighborhood, my New Year Candles gave a beautiful glow as bright flames burns it’s way for the entire thirty minutes.

(My New Year Candles 2012)

See what abundant blessing will I get for 2012? You got it! PINK candle still comes the shortest and so my 2012 will be full of LOVE and GOOD HEALTH  once again and for always!

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Happy Thanksgiving!

In my country Philippines, the month of November’s last Thursday is just an ordinary day. Being a Christian country, predominantly Catholic, the Thanksgiving is usually celebrated during the town fiesta which falls on the feast day of the town’s patron saint or the parish’ patron saint. In my home town Tagum City, we recently celebrated the feast day of Christ the King last Sunday. When I was young, aside from what I am used to with the Catholic’s practice, Thanksgiving Holiday existed only in the books that I’ve read, those books with an American setting. I have read about the bountiful harvest and good results of safe hunting. I have read about traditional and heirloom recipes that were passed from generations to generation. The turkey roasting techniques, the pies to bake, the vegetables and fruits, lots of food on the table, the dinner with the family, the prayer of thanks.

November 2007, four Thanksgiving Holidays ago was supposed to be my first American inspired Thanksgiving. I was at Saudi Arabia working at a military hospital during that time and we were invited to a Thanksgiving celebration sponsored by the US Air Force stationed in the country. I wasn’t expecting for the traditional set up like the ones I read on the books because I know that Saudi has limited resources for anything that has to do with celebration not unless it’s their “kind” of celebration. Least, I was excited for a real turkey meal and mashed potatoes and gravy. Little did I know, this Thanksgiving will change my life.

I had a hectic duty schedule that week, since there was an invitation for a Thanksgiving party, I wrote my name and gate pass number on the list of the people attending. I was thinking, after months of working and living within the walls of the hospital compound, it would be nice to be out for a change. The place is Saudi Arabia, no one is allowed to roam around and go beyond the gates not unless you are riding the provided transportation service or scheduled market day specially for female individuals. After the security protocols at the check point and guard houses (there’s three check points to be exact) we were finally allowed to enter the compound premises where the Americans, the British and the French were accommodated. They have special privilege with regards to housing accommodations compared to a Filipino expats like me.  Inside the compound, the women are allowed to be in their normal clothes and can go around without the abaya.

Myself in an ABAYA and full head cover during my Saudi Arabia time.

Abaya- also known as a Hijab, a customary wear for women in the Islamic country. It is typically made in black cloth worn over the regular clothes to cover the whole body

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I was the first one  to get off the bus, an American meet us, he introduced himself as Woody and told us where the food was. We ate of what’s left on the table because the party was already at blast when we arrived. There was loud music and to my amazement there’s booze! I was like “this compound really has the privilege considering that we were in Saudi Arabia!” We enjoyed for a while but then it starts to get boring as the US Air Force guys started the bonfire and were burning stuff for fun. I was sitting on a bench with two other Filipina friends and co-workers watching the guys throwing stuff on the fire when Woody approached us again and asked us if we were having a good time. We were obviously looking bored and he invited us to his own unit or his “fortress” as he called it and by that instant the party was moved to his place. For us, that was when the real party started! While everybody got busy having fun, I sat at the end of the bar  trying to stay away from the booze as possible since I have to go to work the next day. Work means 12-hour shift at the Blood Bank, a busy department in a laboratory. Being the proprietor of the “fortress”, Woody was behind the bar making sure everyone is enjoying  and I was having a conversation with him and other two of his friends. I never thought that it was the start of something new. That Thanksgiving celebration is when I met the love of my life and because of that, Thanksgiving has become one of our favorite holiday every year.

Thanksgiving is a celebration of hearts filled with gratitude. On my end, I am grateful for that day given to me, to us- my husband and I, that our paths have crossed to able to share a lifetime together. The last Thursday of the month of November may still be an ordinary day in the Philippines, but for me every Thanksgiving is a holiday celebrated by families, by people loving each other, by hearts filled not just of gratitude but of love. Since then, and every last Thursday of November for the years to come, I always say a prayer of Thanksgiving not only for the bountiful blessings in life, not only for the best of health of my family but also for that particular Thanksgiving day four years ago when I met the person who showed me unconditional love and who showered me with everything that I am forever thankful for.

Happy Thanksgiving to each and everyone. May the good Lord bless and keep you and from the bottom of my , I love you WCW.

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Motherhood

 

I know it is not Mother’s Day yet but for every mother on earth everyday is a mother’s day. My husband tells me every time how he appreciates me for what I am doing. For giving up some things important to me personally and making a choice to become a stay-at-home-mom. He knows that it took me some time to get over the idea of  pausing my life as a Med-Tech and to replace my lab coat with an apron. This blog has been my outlet for everything and anything my mind is allowed to dwell on. I am perfectly convinced that being a mother is one of the things I am not good at. With the kids being the way they are, my husband always praise me and tells me I am doing fine. Last night, I was telling him how other moms make motherhood looks easy as turning the light switch on and off and he replied by telling me this:

“It is not easy, it is the hardest, most underpaid job on Earth. Anyone who signed up for this job is crazy!!!!”

I sarcastically replied back with “so you think I am crazy!”

“NO, what I mean is, the reason why MEN aren’t called mothers because being a husband is like another child for mothers to raise…that is why it is crazy”

I still don’t get the logic of it but it sure made me smile. "Whatever!” and “Of course!” were always my reply when I can’t support an argument or conversations that I know would contribute to stress.

Thinking about what he said, I went searching for quotes and I will offer this to all the moms in the world!

In relation with what my husband said… this one surely made sense!! Yeah right! Moms are smarter!

 

Of course! That is why moms are smarter!

Super Mom…. more like having super powers!

That is what the word  “WHATEVER!” is for! Right?!

Could be the reason why mothers make a good call center agent! the talent and ability for the job comes out naturally.

Mothers are not just home builders…. body builders too!

Of course! What are we called stay-at-home-mom for if we are not in the house?

No wonder it is the hardest, most underpaid job ever!

 

According to Morrie Schwatz “There is no experience like having children.There is no substitute for it, you can’t do it with a friend, you can’t do it with a lover. If you want the experience of having complete responsibility for another human being and to learn how to love and bond in the deepest way, then you should have children”

So to mothers like me out there, no words……..…….can express.

The Perfect V.

I have been following a fellow blogger’s site  for a bit while now. This Is My Soapbox (thisismysoapbox.wordpress.com). I love reading posts of her unwarranted opinion about the world around us. I came across her blog about The Perfect Vagina. I was smiling as I was reading the tittle, and asking myself  “is there an imperfect one?…” , I mean seriously, the human body is God’s creation, the technology might have let human’s knowledge improvised a hell of a lot on a human body but still…..you know what I mean!

So let me share this hour-long documentary video and let me see what you think!

Disclaimer: This documentary video contains nudity and the surgical procedures are censored and exposed graphically

The Perfect Vagina

So ladies?… How do you find your own fanny?

When I first become a medtech intern, I was assigned in a public hospital. Trainees as we are, the laboratory staff would ask us to do the sample collection from the wards. We carry with us our warding kit/tray that contains all the paraphernalia we needed for sample collection, i.e. BLOOD EXTRACTION. It was my very first time to actually see frontal view of a female genitalia inside the labor room and the delivery room  of the hospital. Since it is a public hospital, there were about 9 women in waiting. They were admitted on different OB/Gyne cases. If I can remember correctly, 4 of them were for normal delivery, 2 were scheduled for CS section, 1 for D&C procedure from a miscarriage and 2 were for something I can’t recall. Five of these women were already on the IE(internal examination) table, complete with their legs spread open and on the stirrups exposing their well shaven V as a prep for all their medical procedures. I went inside the delivery room after I scrubbed my hands clean and put on the gown. I stood by the door facing the women’s leg-spread bodies, each with a nurses on watch monitoring them. I called the names of the request forms in my hand to identify the patients and as I did I can’t help but looked at those exposed Vs. Boy they looked ugly!  Ha!Ha! Each one looked different is what I said, but then again, with the present conditions of these women, the size and shape of the Vs matter.

The documentary video tackles issues as to how different women deal with all the reasons to go under the knife. The more we become civilized, the more we become vain and conscious. Who’s opinion are we going to consider? Our own? Our partners? May it be husbands, boyfriend, friends with benefits, booty-call partners, flings, friends, family???

As long as the V is healthy, and serves its purpose , and one is happy with it, I don’t think there is a problem. Let’s embrace our own individuality, love our selves and let our contentment and satisfaction surprise us by giving us happiness and confidence.

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Daddy (a repost)

 

I saw this posted on my friend, Jack Aguilar Ocampo’s  FaceBook wall:

I salute you Mr. Romeo “Papa Meyok” Cantarona, forever I will be grateful to you and Auntie Flor for raising my children during my absence and treating them as your own. You have provided them the picture of a family with my dear cousins Gerald and Jessamae, not only by taking them in your humble home but also by showering them with love.

My dear husband ,  Wilmer Woods….no words can ever express how my kids and I are so lucky. For giving us all you have and for sharing your life with us as your family. For showing me that it doesn’t take blood line to become a family, neither race or nationality. For all your love, and all the love I can give in return. All my life…..

with you I’m FEARLESS

 

Missing you is making me less functional. Missing you is killing me. Missing you is making me have my migraines and toothaches , and tummy aches. Missing you is making me depressed and irritable and unorganized.

Being away from you I am clueless at everything. Being away from you I don’t have courage , Being away from you I don’t have confidence . I am not Me when I am not with you.

With you I am happy. With you I feel the sun never end to shine . With you the nights are calm and quiet. With you cold season is comfortable and hot summer is refreshing. With you there is always something interesting to do . With you there is no stress . With you life seems easy even if its not. With you I am a step braver than I usually am. With you I feel real . With you everything is possible. With you I have confidence . With you I’m FEARLESS!

BISAYA- national language

 

I was looking intently at Wine’s test papers for the First Periodical Exams. Boy! he did bad on Filipino subject. How could he? . He didn’t study. That’s why. But Me and my Mama had made sure he answered the questionnaire I prepared for him. We made sure he answered it right and understood every bit of it more importantly. So…. How come??? Anyway, this really made me feeling bad and feeling incapable of making this job at least a bearable one on the good side.

Getting online on Skype with Woody last night felt good. I haven’t heard from him for the last 24 hours. He was flying back to KSA from our Eid break holiday. We talked about how both our flights went and He asked me how the kids were. I started telling him how the exams went good for Water and how it also went good for Wine on some subjects. As I started telling him how I feel , I just can’t stop and eventually was able to let myself  show that I am worried, disappointed and somehow questioning my abilities of being a stay-home mom. I ended up telling him about the Filipino subject result. He ask me if I had talk to Wine about it and I said No ,not yet because I actually don’t know what to say. As I have written on my previous blog, Would I be mad? I don’t have the answers too.

Have you ever feel so committed to somebody in a relationship that made every single bit of it exceptionally great?Well that’s how I was feeling chatting on Skype with him. All these years I still can’t figure out how he easily can read my mind even if I just started to think  of a thought.

Right there and then he was laughing just as hard as I was feeling worried. He told me, “ don’t ever make this get you down. It is just a test result. I know it is serious but it’s funny. Come to think of it!”…. Uhmm yeah!  I can see myself rolling my eyeballs and raising an eyebrow! In my mind , I am screaming that I am thinking about it so much , but I can never find a tiny bit about it to consider funny ! The expression on my face must have started to show that I am getting pissed at him for real that he stop laughing. Well , he didn’t completely stop laughing but is smiling and told me “Don’t stress yourself about it, If Bisaya is your National Language, Wine wouldn’t find it so hard I guess. Too bad It’s not!” At first, I was speechless. It took some seconds more to think and digest what he just said. then I laugh. For somebody who doesn’t even speak both Filipino, much more Bisaya  , how could he think of such things? I can’t think of any reason other than…. He just love somebody who happens to be Bisaya with Bisaya speaking kids. Anyone just can get so lucky , Right? I guess in this lifetime I happen to be the one at some point!

So , maybe later I will find time to talk to Wine. This time my dialogue is ready. “Bisaya – as the national language according to Daddy, but too bad it’s not! so I guess we just have to study about it more. We will, right Wine?” . I just hope this would work.

COFFEE and something else

I can never imagine somebody who drink so much coffee when I met him,Woody. My husband. Purely brewed coffee. A litre of black coffee a day is a must to start his day. He said Coffee will never be coffee unless its black. If you add something to it, its called “something else” other than coffee. Call it  mocha , cappuccino , espresso latte but not COFFEE. Because coffee is always black.

A best friend of mine,Wilson had a thing for Starbucks . At some point , we were all having coffee at Starbucks. Woody said that Starbucks coffee sucks!

According to Woody ,It taste burnt and old . He rationalized by reasoning that maybe because they left it sitting on the hotplate of the coffee brewer for a long time that makes it taste burnt and old. He rationalized by saying maybe because there are more people ordering the “something else” on the menu rather than simple brewed coffee itself that’s why the shop’s crew never bother to prepare fresh brewed coffee . Or maybe Starbucks  hires crew that were less knowledgeable on what COFFEE really is.

Wilson on the other hand says that Starbucks is the best for him. Wherever he goes , he will always have his moment if there is Starbucks café nearby.

With Woody’s teasing personality. We spend last week’s holiday getting to one coffee shop to another to compare brewed coffee offered.

First stop is Seattle Best.

Woody rates it as better than Starbucks but still not the best. He still would drink it. We even had seconds and thirds visiting this coffee shop. As usual , I ordered one of the “something else” as he calls it. Iced Mocha Jelly.

Then we tried a taste of  Euro-Asian touch with the UCC Café Terrace.

It was actually our second time to be in this coffee shop .I had one of the “something else” together with their giant Chocolate French Toast that taste great.

For Woody , this is yet the best coffee so far. Aside from the fact that they serve it with the real and simple coffee cup . They also prepared it in a way that makes its taste great. They prepared it good for one coffee at a time ,the reason why one can taste the freshness in every cup  in a special brewing flask  as shown below:

Cute right? Looks like a science project in a laboratory experiment.

The we went to Bo’s Coffee .

Well , of course , since Woody always has brewed coffee, the “something else” in the picture belongs to me. It is called Iced Frappuccino with coffee jelly. We were actually the first customers for that day that we were able to have one of the best couches at the shop. The coffee?.. He rates it as okay. Fresher than Seattle’s Best ,maybe because we were early but still not too fresh. Still taste better than Starbucks .

A treat for my sweet tooth never escapes our coffee-rating-activity. While kids were exhausting themselves at COSMIC Kids Play center, we dropped by the one and only Krispy Kreme’s.

I loved the donuts! What else can I say?.

Once again , Woody had their finest American brewed coffee and according to him, Its good.He wouldn’t mind having it anytime except that they should serve it in a real coffee cup.

We were actually having a good time doing this. So we tried to get to another coffee shop the next day.

The Café France .

Nice location. It’s the first thing I thought. Comfy couches with an entertaining lobby view of the mall . The mall has been opened for a couple of hours already and the place still has lots of tables and seats available. Woody warned me, he said “If it’s not crowded,it only mean a thing or two. It sucks or its expensive” . The prices are just about the same with the rest actually. The cheesy-ham croissant  you can see on the photo is yummy! The “something else” I had called iced-Choco-mocha is presented in a tall and pretty glass. It taste fine for me though I have to ask for more sugar to suit my taste. The coffee…. “Starbucks is Better!” Woody said. “It tasted just like a cheap instant Saudi coffee” . I laugh loud because  I never expected such comment. In my mind… Wilson would be happy to hear this.

We actually tried other coffee shops aside from the ones that we had pictures with. We actually include classic Nescafe in a sachet among the ones we rated and even the coffee served at the complimentary buffet breakfast at Mabuhay Manor where we stayed. I do hope I don’t get sued for posting this. But hey…. this is my hubby’s own opinion. We paid for the coffee we rated . We never cause trouble during our stay at those shops . Rest assured, we had a great time.

To my bff Wilson, you are just like me, we are both Non-Black-Coffee-Drinkers , nevertheless , we will enjoy having “something else” of all sorts in any way possible in any coffee shop we ever agreed spending our time with. May it be Starbucks or our local favorite Firenzo. It’s been awhile…

remittance

6PM. I am cooking for dinner when I heard the landline telephone rang. Wine picked it up… talked to the caller for a little while and yelled calling me. “Ma, Daddy on the phone”. I set the pot holder that is hanging from my hand on the kitchen table and took the receiver that Wine was handing out for me. I was silently hoping it’s not an emergency or something. Woody is calling overseas, what could go wrong?, Is he alright?. Calmly , I answered. “yeah?……”.

The call only took less than a minute. It’s not an emergency, Thanks God! He is fine …glad to know. He just called to ask for my approval not to send some bucks via Telemoney today. Huh?…He usually don’t call just to tell me that, well, maybe because we are  talking more about budget lately due to our future plans plus he will be home in 3 days. Right! that’s it!  Woody said , he just escape from work to send what we need to our PI account before the Telemoney will close for the holidays. Saudi Arabia and the whole of Islam will be celebrating Eid-Ul-Fitr starting this coming Thursday and would last the whole week that follows. Since its going to be holiday and 9 days off from work was given to the contractors, my dear hubby will be home. He told me as quick as he can, because he is driving while talking on the phone (duh! he know’s it’s a violation to have a phone call while driving!) that it’s impossible to get into the long lines of people in Telemoney. The entire hospital population of employees must have been down there to do the same purpose that he has. REMMITANCE.

I recall my Saudi days working as an OFW. Every end of the month during payday all of the employees have to check their schedules for any available time or day offs from duty to be able to know when to go to the bank to send money to our families waiting back home. If we’re on night duties , we have to sacrifice sleep specially if the need to do money transfer is very urgent (which actually is urgent all the time). We would squeezed and bump our way to get in the bus that would take us to the souq (arabic word for market). We would hold on to our abayas( black robe that Saudi women wore) and tarhas(veil) so the wind will not blow it away. We have to be on the bus that the hospital has provided for our transportation. It is prohibited for women to be walking on the streets on their own in Saudi Arabia. That is just one of the thousands that women are not allowed to do in Saudi. Before we shop for our food and other necessities needed , aside from getting in line at the the ATM for those who havent taken their salary yet, the first stop of the trip would always be the remittance centers. May it be Al-rahji, Western Union or the one I am using… the TELEMONEY. Going in the establishment we would always give a nod , or say hello to the only Filipino working there. “Kabayan!”, that’s what we call fellow Filipinos overseas.  We would be very lucky if we got there early and there won’t be long lines yet. Even if there is a line as long as it’s the men who are on the line, us women are still lucky for we always get to be entertained first. In Saudi Arabia, Women should never be where men are, or women should be covered so as no other men can see them other than their husbands. So in cases of long lines at the establishments , women have their lines on their own, or they have their own entrances and exits in just almost everywhere, even in their own homes. We get to the counter , handed our money to the teller and off our month’s pay went. For most of us, the monthly salary can’t even stay 24 hours in our possession. Signing the remittance receipt would tell you that transaction is done and most OFW’s next move is to get their cellphones dial the number home or send a text to inform the families that allowance is on the way. Walking out of the remittance centers , we would carefully calculate whats left with our pay for the entire month’s personal allowance. Food, cellphone load and call credits, due payments, commissary payment so we can still have some grocery-to-list and-pay-later  in case we got short with the budget which is always every month. Once the pay is wired we feel good that in just few minutes our families’ needs back home will be taken cared of.

Just like all the months of the year… it will start with the first day, and just like all OFWs we would also start working the first schedule of the current month to be able to do the same thing we always do at the end of the month,  and to be at the same bus ride , at the same destination , to greet the same “kabayan” at the  same remittance center every payday with the same amount of pay.

LONG LIVE! to my fellow OFWs.