But what about a Sundae on a Sunday?
11:42 AM
It was quite sometimes back home when I had that remembrance of Patricia Evangelista’s Blond and Blue Eyes. Touched by that one great speech from a great speaker who won the 2004 Best Speaker award in the International Public Speaking competition conducted yearly by the English-Speaking Union in London, I was fine-tuning the essence of Pinoys’ existence in a world where everything is bested for survival. It was a relief from so much questioning about Pinoys’ diaspora or what she called in her speech desertion. Over times in my classes I would love to share her message to my students for it always moves me even today in my recollection.
But what about a sundae on a Sunday?
Cramming for the last minute chatting on a Sunday, an email sent by my brother held me aback, thus, stopping the session. I might have not considered it urgent if it were not for the mind impasse on credit cards that I needed to pay the soonest time possible. Two cards and a couple of loans, they’re all for me a crazy thing to think. So, the email gave me a tough ride to outdo practical notion from a favorable passion. It was a job hiring for mid-east. I know teaching is my passion but it is mean to say I’ll bet a hundred bucks for the predicament that by the next 10 years I’ll be richer by a hundred thousand pesos with this profession. But, no! Nobody gets rich monetarily in teaching and I need to pay my hundred-thousand bank-billed accounts. Frightened by the agents who often called even class hours that I might lost my earned possession, worst, I get years of imprisonment, so I need to scratch my head. Awful! What could people who know me say about this? That I owe these debts gaining nothing? That I have all the money and still I’m losing a bargain for nothing changed in my self after eight years of working?
So, here’s sundae for me. Frosts of any ordinary ice cream do bite your lips and tongue but give you a great delight. Much when you get that sundae – ice cream served with syrup poured over it, and often other toppings, as whipped cream, chopped nuts, or fruit. Imagine that lustful taste of any topping.
Now, imagine that lustful desire of earning money higher than what you earned back home. Forget passion. Forget overdue heroism as has always been stereotyped to teachers. I’m ready to take on new and wanting challenges. Thinking that if I were to stay in the Philippines I could not have anything I want to. My life isn’t one solitary journey; it’s a journey where my family and I have to go hand in glove.
No, not a word in the past anymore is diaspora for me. It is now a word that will help me answer the questions on why Filipinos leave the country. As our government always words it, OFWs are the new heroes of our country, another [crap] cliché.
Like Patricia, I still need to come home, hopefully, richer in every sense of the word. #
But what about a sundae on a Sunday?
Cramming for the last minute chatting on a Sunday, an email sent by my brother held me aback, thus, stopping the session. I might have not considered it urgent if it were not for the mind impasse on credit cards that I needed to pay the soonest time possible. Two cards and a couple of loans, they’re all for me a crazy thing to think. So, the email gave me a tough ride to outdo practical notion from a favorable passion. It was a job hiring for mid-east. I know teaching is my passion but it is mean to say I’ll bet a hundred bucks for the predicament that by the next 10 years I’ll be richer by a hundred thousand pesos with this profession. But, no! Nobody gets rich monetarily in teaching and I need to pay my hundred-thousand bank-billed accounts. Frightened by the agents who often called even class hours that I might lost my earned possession, worst, I get years of imprisonment, so I need to scratch my head. Awful! What could people who know me say about this? That I owe these debts gaining nothing? That I have all the money and still I’m losing a bargain for nothing changed in my self after eight years of working?
So, here’s sundae for me. Frosts of any ordinary ice cream do bite your lips and tongue but give you a great delight. Much when you get that sundae – ice cream served with syrup poured over it, and often other toppings, as whipped cream, chopped nuts, or fruit. Imagine that lustful taste of any topping.
Now, imagine that lustful desire of earning money higher than what you earned back home. Forget passion. Forget overdue heroism as has always been stereotyped to teachers. I’m ready to take on new and wanting challenges. Thinking that if I were to stay in the Philippines I could not have anything I want to. My life isn’t one solitary journey; it’s a journey where my family and I have to go hand in glove.
No, not a word in the past anymore is diaspora for me. It is now a word that will help me answer the questions on why Filipinos leave the country. As our government always words it, OFWs are the new heroes of our country, another [crap] cliché.
Like Patricia, I still need to come home, hopefully, richer in every sense of the word. #
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