“A thing of beauty, no matter how fleeting, brings with it a measure of joy.”

 

I draw this quote from memory…I therefore beg the pardon of the author of the said quote if my memory isn’t as accurate as I would like it to be. But as I read this beautifully simple quote, I couldn’t help but subconsciously nod in agreement. It is a universal truth: people are wired to enjoy beauty.

 

Proof of this truth is all around us. I, for one, need not look any further than my daily routine of dressing up for work. A pretty blouse, stand out accessories and the right pair of shoes never fail to tickle me pink …never mind that the fuzzy feeling falls away as soon as I hit a patch of traffic.

 

Recently, the thing that strummed at my heartstrings was this lovely little fellow….

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Ain’t she a beauty? My mom brought her in from the province.

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I’ve always been in awe of people who discover what their true passion is. It’s amazing how fatigue can be held at bay when people are doing the things they love doing…be it shopping, painting, writing or gardening. As my sister says, “whatever floats your boat.”

In my mom’s case, “floating her boat” involves a lot of garden soil, fertilizers and plants. Ever since I could remember, my mom has always been fond of planting. Her choice of plants may have changed over the years-from roses, orchids and anthuriums to cacti and now, produce, but the itch to touch dirt has stayed with her.

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Quite a number of my childhood memories were built around the plants that my mother nurtured…the macopa tree that she planted in a vain attempt to stop me from picking fruits from our neighbor’s tree (She missed the point. It was the thrill of competing with the other neighborhood kids that I wanted. The number of macopas I got to bring home was incidental and entirely irrelevant.), the roses and orchids that were plucked from our garden just minutes before I left for the church to attend flores de mayo and the kaimito tree that yielded the fruits that my cousin and I hawked at what was then an outrageous price of two pesos per piece. When I was in that stage where I had to do everything that the grown-ups did, I was allowed to have my own mini garden complete with mini roses and corn plants (seeds supplied by my dad whose work at that time involved working with a lot of agricultural products).

I also had a chance to dip my hands into the less glamorous side of gardening. Back then, my family was living in the province, where there was a wealth of “natural fertilizer” supplied by the cows and carabaos who grazed near our house. I spent many summer days walking around with my cousins, picking up the dried up “cakes” that our bovine friends left so that mom could fertilize her roses. Who would have thought that such fragrant flowers would thrive from such stinky mulch?

Mom continued to nurture her love for planting even after we moved to the big city. Now that she’s retired, she slips on her crocs most mornings so that she could tinker in her garden, sweaty brows, nguso and all. Now that her plants are mostly produce, we are literally able to taste the fruits of mom’s labors. “Harvest yan, tikman niyo”, she often says. Dutiful me then wolfs down the chubby piece of latundan sitting on the table…even though I don’t like eating bananas. For the most part, her garden has yielded many delightful treats-kamote tops, lettuce, alugbati , eggplants, ampalaya, malunggay, calamansi, jackfruit, guavas (never mind that the worms got to them before we did), bananas and rambutan.

I’ve documented quite a number of mom’s babies over the years…enjoy!

...to this!(Not my favorite, but it's great for people suffering from diarrhea.:D)

...to this!(Not my favorite, but it's great for people suffering from diarrhea.:D)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dragon fruit...actually grows out of a cactus-looking plant.

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We have often heard it said, diamonds are a girl’s best friend (Nicole Kidman’s Satine, in Moulin Rouge, crooned it best). Nina Garcia, in her book “The One Hundred” says that the best accessory any woman can have is a pair of diamond studs (real or faux). This may be true in other countries where every Jane manages to own a pair of diamond earrings but this is most definitely not the case in the Philippines. Nina and Nicole, I must disagree.

As far as jewelry is concerned, a pair of pearl stud earrings is a Filipino woman’s best friend.

I was reminded of this truth just a few days ago when circumstances conspired to deprive me of my trusty car. I knew well ahead of time that I would have to take advantage of Manila’s public transportation system to get myself from work to home. Girl scout that I am, I planned my outfit based on the day’s expected adventure (fingers crossed that it doesn’t turn out to be a misadventure). Pants and a good pair of flats (in case I need to walk distances that would turn out to be torture if I were in heels and a pencil skirt) and a pair of decent pearls (good enough to make me look professional and less “nene” to my patients but understated enough not to catch the attention of the urchins that ply Taft Avenue or tempt my taxi driver to insist that I add an extra Php50 to what the meter says is my fare). My day was uneventful and I would like to credit that (rightly or otherwise) to my choice of wardrobe for that day.

I personally have a long love affair with pearls. Whereas flashier gems marked the milestones in my life, a trusty pair of pearl studs was with me at every stage as I eked out my place in this world. My earliest memory of the empowering beauty of pearls was in high school where mom’s Mikimoto pearl earrings (and ring) gave me the added confidence that the pimpled, awkward teen that I was badly needed. It didn’t matter that the pearls in question were very tiny, a mere 8 millimeters in diameter. I loved those pearls so much that I wore them all the time, so much so that the chemicals we were handling in chemistry class eventually ate through the nacre of the pearl on my ring. I eventually graduated to bigger pearls as I got older, but never have I been without a pair of pearl studs in my jewelry box since those fateful 8 millimeter pearls.

How could you possibly go wrong with pearls? They can go with any outfit. They cut across social classes-the socialite has her Jewelmers but the typical working girl can have her equally large pair of cultured pearls from the Greenhills Pearl Market. They are appropriate in almost any setting (I say almost since the most superstitious among us would say that pearls are not for a bride on her wedding day as they predict a marriage full of tears). Pearls never fail to exude class and sophistication without being too flashy. I stress the not too flashy part…this characteristic is especially important in places where being too flashy could get you a pair of torn, bleeding earlobes (Alright, maybe I exaggerate…but do we really want to experiment and find out if this fear is real?).

Speaking of pearls, one classic cartoon I grew up with had an interesting take on pearl obsession. Aaaah, Daffy brings back such fond memories.

Really, pearls are a girl’s best friend. So girl, if you still don’t have one, what are you waiting for?

Is it just me or does it seem like the dreams of most Filipinos these days are hitched on finding a well-paying job overseas?

Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure there are still many who choose to stay in good old Pinas. But there seems just as many, if not more, who are hell bent on finding a job abroad so much so that unscrupulous employment agencies are able to live off a regular fare of trusting would-be OFW’s. Even those in government seem to be hitching their hopes of a better Philippines on the success of the Filipino migrant worker abroad…but I digress.

On many occasions, whenever my stint as an OFW comes to light, I get asked about my experience. Often, complete strangers who are preparing to leave are referred to me by common friends and relatives in the hope that I could somehow share something useful. I would be the first to admit that by no means am I an expert on the subject. But here’s my two cents on the things that a would-be OFW should know:

1. An employment agency helps but make sure that you take the effort to find out if the employment agency is legitimate and trust worthy.

The old advice of checking with the POEA (either by calling their hotline or checking their website: http://www.poea.gov.ph/cgi-bin/agList.asp?mode=all ) still stands but stories of extortionist, POEA-accredited agencies still abound. In my experience, the safest way to do this is to get referrals from friends who have gone and succeeded in taking the OFW-route before you.

The POEA website also offers advice on how to avoid illegal recruiters: http://www.poea.gov.ph/html/how%20to_ir.html .

2. Get an official receipt for ALL expenses related to your application.

This includes the fees you paid the employment agency, registration fees with the POEA (http://www.poea.gov.ph/ofw/ofw_services.html), medical examination fees and your ticket and travel expenses. In doing so, you will have solid documentation of all the money that you have spent-this would be very handy should things go wrong and a legal suit becomes unavoidable. On a more positive light, the same documentation of expenses would facilitate reimbursement of your expenses from your employer.

3. Before you leave the Philippines, make sure that you have your work papers in order (working visa/ work pass, work contract) and that the POEA is aware of your departure.

When I was applying to work abroad, my work visa took a long time to be processed. The local employment agency was insisting that I leave the Philippines using a tourist pass and just wait for my work visa in my host country as I was falling behind schedule. I thank my lucky stars that my dad was adamant that I NOT do so. The employer in the host country was equally adamant that I wait for my work visa before I leave.

Your rights as a foreign worker cannot be adequately protected if you leave the country without a work visa and without the knowledge of the POEA that you are leaving. A few-days delay is not worth the heartache of the complications that may arise if you do not have the right documents when you leave Philippine soil.

4. Actually attend the OWWA pre-departure seminar.

I learned a lot from the OWWA seminar-both practical and technical. It was worth the hour that I spent sitting there and listening to the speaker’s advice. Take the effort to actually attend it and pay attention.

5. Bring extra copies of your travel documents.

This includes your passport, tickets and other POEA documents. Nothing is as confusing as the first time you travel out of the country as an OFW. The mix of emotions, the alien experience of filling up pre-departure documents as an OFW is truly overwhelming (No, your previous experiences traveling out of the country as a tourist cannot prepare you for what you are about to go through). Amidst all the confusion, documents are liable to get lost. Have a back-up copy just in case (Not that these copies could serve as a replacement of the original documents, but at least you have something to help move things along).

Better yet, e-mail yourself a scanned copy of your documents.

6. Make sure that the cellular phone that you take with you is NOT SIM-locked and activate your roaming features ahead of time.

SIM-locked phones seem to be the norm in the Philippines. Make sure that your phone is NOT SIM-locked, or if it is, have your line opened while you are still in the Philippines so that you can easily pop in a local SIM card once you get to your destination. It can be very expensive to have your line opened when you are abroad.

If you want to have your Philippine SIM’s roaming features activated, make sure that you have adequate lead time as it can take anywhere from a few hours to a few days before the roaming feature is activated. There are prepaid plans that only enable text messaging in roaming mode. Some telecoms will even require a deposit to activate the feature. Try to look into OFW SIM cards marketed by the different telecoms, they may offer cheap and convenient alternatives to roaming your current local cellphone plan.

7. If you plan on sending money home (who doesn’t) at one point or another, open a local bank account to which you can send your remittances.

It is cheaper to remit money to a local bank account than to send money door to door. A local account will therefore save you money in the long run. Opening an account with a bank that offers online banking is even better so that you can view your account even when you’re outside the country.

8. Bring a reasonable amount of foreign currency with you.

Imagine yourself landing in a foreign country, in the middle of the night with no welcoming party in sight at the airport. Pocket money in the country’s currency or in the “universal” U.S. dollar will be very useful to make phone calls and, buy food and, if need be, hire transportation to get you to where you should be (But, if someone is meant to be picking you up, it would still be safer to wait in the airport).

There are regulations as to the amount of money you can bring into and out of the country: http://www.philembassy.se/consulr/info/customs.htm .

9. DON’T bring all your earthly possessions with you.

It goes without saying that you are going abroad to work. One or two sentimental items to keep sadness at bay would be reasonable. But be very practical in choosing what to bring and what to leave behind…excess baggage will cost you dearly (Check with your airline as to exactly how much they charge per kilogram of excess baggage). As far as clothes are concerned, it would be better to bring just a few pieces of separates that can be mixed and matched (around two-week’s worth should be enough). It is inevitable that the culture of dressing in a foreign country would be different from what we are used to; you will find out just how different things are once you get there. You would probably need to buy new clothes to fit into your new work environment. It would be futile to bring your entire wardrobe with you.

Do you have any practical advice for the “bagong bayani’s” of our country?

My sister has been trying to convince me to blog for a long time. Somehow, I never got around to committing my fragmented thoughts, what I call my one-minute truths, to writing. Now seems to be a good time to start.

My husband has finally come home to the Philippines after having worked overseas for three years. I know all too well what life was like for him there. I had lived that life myself not too long ago.

Two big balikbayan boxes sit in the family living room. They bear the marks of their long journey; one box has a conspicuous dent on one side. We could only hope that the breakables the boxes hold are still in one piece. Out come the linens, the towels, the flat screen TV, the printer…remnants of the life we had built abroad and uprooted when we decided to head back home.

It seems just like yesterday when I was still scoping out furniture, linens and appliances to make the little home away from home as, well, homey as possible. I was very lucky, one of my college roommates, a treasured friend, was already on her second year of working abroad when I joined the same hospital where she worked. She housed me when I arrived and, as her apartment lease was already lapsing, we quickly made arrangements to find and share a condominium. Soon, we were having Carrefour expeditions to stock up on cooking utensils and cleaning implements, Aussino adventures for sunny bed linens and notorious Ikea escapades to nurture the inner interior designer in all of us. As one astute friend put it, Ikea always manages to create things to fill a need that you never realized you even had (how’s that for good marketing). The mix of new found financial independence, the need and freedom to make a home for oneself and the challenges of the new work environment were truly intoxicating.

But life is always full of surprises, after the excitement over the newness of it all settled, I was left with the realization that as enjoyable as it was, I could not stay in the work position that I was in and moving up wasn’t really a possibility. It was a sad day when that realization sunk in. Gradually, I had to start making new plans for myself. But life was not through with the surprises (I guess the surprises will keep coming for as long as we continue to be alive), I had to deal with quite a number of curve balls. Three years down the line, my husband and I finally find ourselves back in the motherland.

I sort through some of the items in the balikbayan box. The linens aren’t quite as sunny, the appliances aren’t quite new and my precious Ikea acquisitions had to be left behind (why can’t dismantling be as easy as assembly. Gggrrrrr). The prospect of yet another new start seems to be scary and exciting…me thinks that at thirty one, I’m fast approaching the point where new beginnings are no longer as easy as they used to be. Life, please, be gentle.

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