Proud Filipina

It has been 4 years now that I have been working abroad. 4 years... who would have thought that an ultra dependent girl would suddenly choose to leave her comfort zone? I could not believe it as well for all my fledgling years, I always saw myself as the staying-put kind of person. Never did I entertain the thought of being an OFW (Overseas Filipino Worker). But surprise of all surprises, here I am today in a country still foreign to me in many ways.

Nevertheless, I am thankful to God for where I am standing. I am still blessed as compared to the many OFWs for I am still able to go home once in a while. As an international cabin crew, I have been given the rare oppurtunity to envision not only my hometown but as well, many of God's Great craftsmanship. Indeed, I have been to many places and I have seen so many faces, different point-of-views, distinct beliefs; all my encounters has magnified how beautiful our world really is. The world is truly a pictureque creation in totality but in respite, there is only one place that I would always long for, my dearest homeland- Philippines.

The Philippines... just the mere mentioning of it gives me a hair-standing feel where all I could imagine is the cool waters of Boracay or the beautiful sunset of Manila bay. Being an imperfect country of all sorts, I admit that we have our problems in corruption and poverty, but this inconsistencies does not take away the Philippine's lustre. Without human imperfections, I believe that my country would be impeccable. Everything that we have on our land is a gift from the celestial's creative hands. Our soils are rich and the weather is to complement it; the blue shores provide shiny-scaled creatures of all sizes and shapes; four-legged lifeforms adapt really well with greenest of pastures as their habitat. Best of all, with mother nature as our witness, the Philippines has one of the greatest sceneries that no man has ever embellished. We have naturally formed entities that I am sure once you have seen it, you would agree to be admirable. With 7,107 islands, enough has been said:)

Geography is one thing but the people, is something more to be discussed. Yes we have our ups and downs but who doesn't? Filipinoes though we are undergoing all kinds of economic difficulties, notice how we remain smiling. As far as I know, the Filipinoes are one of the most flexible people in the world. Flexible in terms of mingling with other nationalites and flexible in terms of facing the toughest of adversaries. We may look weak on the outer shell but deep within is a race that has conquered decades before and decades to come.

And there goes my rave:) I truly am inlove with my country and I hope you are too. I can not imagine someone who could not be any prouder to be as he is. Jose Rizal once said "a person who could not love his own country is worst than the stench of dead fish." And I do believe so too. Learn to love what you have for even in the darkest of storms, the sun will always shine through.

Tomorrow I am happy to say that I am flying back home. Though the hours going there may seem long, I wouldn't care for what is important for me now, is the pot of gold in the end--my sweet, sweet Pilipinas;*

indoorsy:)

I was always an introverted child. I was so inner-driven that I even opted to stay indoors for whatever occassion. I remember how my mom used to drag me outside just to introduce me to sunlight. I was so pale that one would think that I was sick of a life-threatening disease. "You need some sun!" my concerned mother would usually say, while I just remained immoveable lying in my bed basking under the comfort of my cottony-soft covers.

I loved staying at home lounging in my space where often I would be busy reading my favorite book or just embrace my clouds of pillows. The relationship that I shared with my room was what my mom did not understand. I loved staying there for it was a place where I could relax in peace, no distractions or whatsoever, I was without the outside world's noise and pollution. It was deep solitude, the quiet was like music in my ears where I could just let go of all turmoil.  In addition, my room was a platform for my ludicrous mind. It was indeed a magical box that carried my creativity and fallacies.Often, I would end-up soaked in my dreamworld. It was a fine line between reality and fantasy where I could be whoever, whenever and whatever.

My room is my security blanket. From a restful sleep to sweet reveries, it is for these simple reasons that I get excited to go home after a tiring day of work. After the intensity of the outside world, it is nice to know that I can go back to that majestic place where everything is possible:)