Michael Buble` - Home

It is the season to be jolly, but I cannot truly feel the atmosphere of love and joy when I am so far from my family, my home, this Christmas time.

The sacrifice an OFW had to make just to give their loved-ones the life they deserve. I will be missing Christmas again this year with my family and friends, nevertheless, they'll always be with me, in my heart.

This song, aptly named HOME sang by a great singer Michael Buble, most probably sums up all the OFWs feel and those who are far away from home this Christmas. I know I did.

Missing Saudi Arabia

It's been a week since I arrived from Saudi Arabia, hmmm.

In all honesty, I am missing Saudi Arabia, and pondering about it, I am wondering why.

Is it the freedom I have in there?
The culture I get to understand?
The people I get to know?
The friends I made?
The weather, the food, the scene?
The work?
My speaking Arabic?
The life, the humdrums of the street where I live?
The apartment and the ghosts we live with?
My adventures and misbehaviors?

I am not sure really, maybe anyone of these, or all of the above.

I've always been an independent person, trying to find my way in life. So I guess it's more of the freedom that I miss much about this arid country.

I guess, it's my second home, well, until I find another place to call home besides the Philippines.

Two Weeks Before Christmas

Here in Riyadh, Christmas is celebrated similar to the olden times when Jews were once forbidden to held festivites pertaining to any Christian belief.

Anyone caught helding a feast would immediately be thrown into prison or worst executed by being live fed to the lions!

Although not that morbid, we can only get together quietly on the winter eve of Dec 24th inside hosted parties, celebrating the birth of our Lord with warm food that are a feast to one's pallate.

Being with friends who throughout the years had filled our days with everyday experiences that made living in Saudi Arabia less melancholic. Bonds renewed, friends turned to extended families, gift giving, having fun amidst a slight fear of being raided by the Moral Uphelders or Mutawas, but nevertheless once you see your friends, such fear would immediately vanish from your mind.

Two more weeks, winter is getting colder and colder day by day, and missing Christmas back home with our families were not that hard anymore.

Looking forward to another wonderful Christmas time in Saudi Arabia. I wonder where's my gift under Ivy's tree? Hmmm...

Dream of Me

The night goes on and you lay beside me
Sleep has not come to me
So I watched you, dreaming the night away

I believed in Angels, cause I am with one
I touched, softly, your peaceful face
My fingers slowly carressing, feeling

You smiled in your slumber, dreaming
Perhaps of me? Or some another dream.
I smiled too, cause you are with me.

You lay in my arm, and moved closer
Your breathing is warm, slow, in rhythm.
I am in awe, I sigh, I am blessed.

If only we could stay this way forever.
But then again, I am content.
You sleep, my Angel, and dream of me.