8/20/10

The Unsung Heroes

I’ll try to be serious this time, okay. So this post is not about another superhero fantasy or the usual Mga Kwentong Maalamat (stories of myths) kind of stuffs.

This time, I will be talking about our OFW brothers; these people who deprive themselves from the loving arms of their love ones and endure the hardships in the foreign lands, every passing day just to give them, decent lives. Not only this people helping their respective families but our country as well in terms of economic, through their remittances.
OFW Logo created by reynaelena.com

That is why, despite the world economic crisis, Philippines has slightly affected by the phenomenon as compare to our other Asian neighbors. And as a gesture of gratitude Philippine government likewise return the favor by calling them, the new heroes of our time.

And why suddenly I’m inspired to write about this topic? Well, as usual it’s about a friend. Most of the posts in this blog, by the way are either motivated by my friends stories or from my usual rants.

Now, let’s talk about this friend and let’s hide him by the name ‘Ian’, he is only 21 but immediately grabbed the opportunity when the time came that there’s an opening for Qatar. He has a year contract and started last January, 2009 this despite for the fact that his salary is only one thousand bucks higher than he was earning here.

Now that his contract is ending, he said he won’t renew it. Because according to him life there is hard and he is not talking about the unbearable climate and the homesickness. But he said to earn a decent amount of money you have to work really hard for it as commodities are quite expensive too, not to mention the cultural differences. Life there is a bore; from work he directly goes home, his daily routine by the way. Because unlike here in the Philippines that after work we can always go somewhere else to unwind ourselves especially on Friday or Saturday nights or in anytime we want it as long as we have the money in our purse. Qatar is a very strict country and most of our OFW who works there find its leisure time by going online.

Yes, that’s their habit. From work they go straight to home and open their PC. And not everyone has a PC or a laptop but the good news is you can rent a computer. And laptop is kind of popular for rental and at 7 Riyal (roughly Php 85) per hour you can enjoy chatting with your family and of course to level-up in your favorite Zynga games. So that explain, why every Yahoo chat rooms featuring Pinoy rooms almost 90% of the chatters are Filipinos working in the middle-east countries. Chatting has been part of their relaxation.

I have been invited every now and then to work for these middle-eastern countries but I never fancied myself working in any of these destinations and after hearing these stories, I don’t think I want to try – regardless calling me a HERO.

I rather want to be a SUPERHERO with a healing factor than call me HERO, with only chat is my life!

To all the OFWs of the world, I salute you; indeed you are true heroes!


Wolvie is blogging!

That’s right! He is blogging right now (ehem); thanks to his adamantium claw er I mean his healing power. Well, if you are following my blog closely or let say distantly (provided there’s someone who would really waste time reading my posts, lol). Yesterday, I left you with a thought of cutting my wrist just to prove myself on my new found power which is healing ala the cheer-leader Claire Bennett. As foretold by my psycho of a friend, I mean a psychic friend.
Left: The Feral Wolverine of the X-Men, Right: The Rebel leader Longshot of the Mojoverse

But you see when I’m on the verge to cut my wrist, immediately it came to my attention about my phobia of blood. And do you really think I want to die because of staring spurt of blood - no way, it so uncool for a hero, you know, lol.

I’m still puzzled about this new power (adik kung adik ahaha) because genetically speaking I am very normal (that’s according to me, I don't know what's the take of the others, though). But I know for the fact that sometimes some strange behaviors would just come on me. Like, I can sense when a person is a good guy or a bitch, by simply interpreting their over-all gestures. You know the way they talk, the body movements and other mannerism, something like that. Also I have this power similar to Longshot – the luck; although I do not need a psionic field in order to transform them into a good luck, mine is just plain raw and pure energy, lol. Yeah, I’m feeling lucky most of the times and I don’t need a ‘felix felicis’ for that matter, cool huh!

Now, this friend whom the culprit of all my paranoia promised to teach me what I can do aside from my already manifested abilities. Well, the fact that I’m dying to be a Kapitan Sino of sort, so why not – coconut, toinkz.

This friend I am talking about is seriously drawn to these paranormal things (as in parang hindi na siya normal, haha). Weeks ago he told me, he was into past life readings and exaggeratedly telling me that he was almost crying when found out how he died in his past life (the year was 1920). According to him, he was an English aristocrat named Noel who died in a cave from suffocation. He was trapped in a chilling cave. Then I said, “Wow, that is COOL!”, lol!