I was diligently waiting for March to come in order to blog anew but thought of ending the current month instead. How have February been? I'd say it was a shorter version of any other months. As how my fellowmen in Dubai would put it, "same-same". So what really consist of these so-called 'same-same' things that happen in a month? They all scream with work-home-work. A once-in-a-while social affair jumps in on the brief but loaded up roster, which I somehow don't find relaxing at all. Not only that it exacerbates the stress that has already been spelled out in every corner of each month, I believe it also pushes to categorize me as 'old.' What the heck?! No one said that. Rather, the best way to refer to it is that I have started to see life in a different light--just the way mature people do. Still throws me back to 'old!' Hah! I don't give a shit.
Oh well, away from one's native country, a month feels dragging big time. There are two things; you either want the time to travel faster towards the end of the month to get the feel of the salary once again, OR you want the time to travel fast to the future to see exactly how you'd become rich. The second, of course, does not happen. And the first? It is a salary swept away by the winds and storms of the desert. Thank you for the good news but the good went bad in a snap. This is the life you would particularly expect as an expat of a country too obnoxious towards Filipinos (Racism, by the way, will never cease as long as there are particular races that make up the world, so better not hope to be treated equal with them whites). So life in a month in a foreign country is an awful waiting moment for nothing. Strange enough that we prefer this than Philippines. Yes, for in the Philippines 'to hope' is not a very promising way to assure oneself of a better future. You work to live and kill yourself simultaneously. Merely the reason for swallowing what foreign soil has to offer--survival. Yes, each passing month has ingredients of survival or surviving moments that give us the right 'to hope,' at least. C'est la vie.
Oh well, away from one's native country, a month feels dragging big time. There are two things; you either want the time to travel faster towards the end of the month to get the feel of the salary once again, OR you want the time to travel fast to the future to see exactly how you'd become rich. The second, of course, does not happen. And the first? It is a salary swept away by the winds and storms of the desert. Thank you for the good news but the good went bad in a snap. This is the life you would particularly expect as an expat of a country too obnoxious towards Filipinos (Racism, by the way, will never cease as long as there are particular races that make up the world, so better not hope to be treated equal with them whites). So life in a month in a foreign country is an awful waiting moment for nothing. Strange enough that we prefer this than Philippines. Yes, for in the Philippines 'to hope' is not a very promising way to assure oneself of a better future. You work to live and kill yourself simultaneously. Merely the reason for swallowing what foreign soil has to offer--survival. Yes, each passing month has ingredients of survival or surviving moments that give us the right 'to hope,' at least. C'est la vie.
I wonder why I could relate to everything here.. Hmmm. ~lol~ Hey there, fellow expat. Well said, Tin! Aside from surviving, gusto ko lang idagdag na we Filipinos, known to have the most zest for life among all people, will thrive through anything. I think that makes us rich in one way or another. :)
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