Fortune Telling

Do you believe in "fortune telling"? I don't, but I do. I did. Once. 

It was my cousin who was so fond of this thing. She went to see one teller nearby Magsaysay Drive and convinced me to accompany her. They blah blah blah! I was just listening. Then suddenly the teller started talking about me. I was surprised and shocked that she had mentioned some of the details that I had in mind. I let it passed.

Until one day, I found myself going to that place…. where they did the fortune telling. This time I was alone. 

I didn't ask anything. I didn't have to. She told me everything. That I'll soon be going… where I can find myself whole again. That I'll be needing this much amount for processing "papers". That my dream of getting on a plane is soon to come true. That I will be lucky to find a guy of another place, and she even emphasized, he is not "pango".

I didn't want to believe but…. 

I found myself whole again in the loving arms of my husband.

I spent that much amount for my placement fee which connects to my dream of getting on a plane when I got employed in Bahrain.

And there I married my husband, an Indian National, and take note he is not "pango".

Come to think of it…. Was it destined to happen? Was it the fortune telling? Or just a coincidence?

You tell me. 

On Her Own

Most of the time, she's on her own. Playing with her toys. Talking to herself. 

But life abroad is such. We just make sure that we spend our time together on both our days off. We can only do so much. We both need to earn. I envy those mothers who can spend full time with their children.

And I appreciate & salute the mothers who are far away from their children, just to earn a living for them.

More Than A Decade Of Friendship

Friendship isn't always easily defined. Our friends reflect the choices we make in life. And I'm glad I made the right choice when I chose Chel to be my bestfriend.

Chel does not forget. We've been apart, but not drifted. I had to work abroad for some reasons. But Chel is not for writing letters. She finds it boring. But little did I know… she tried her best. She wrote me a 3-pages letter back to back just to reach out and know how I was. I was so happy that until now I am keeping that letter. It is a treasure…a priceless treasure. After 2 years, I had the chance to go home. I was keen. Worried that maybe things have changed. After one letter, nothing followed. But I was wrong. We had a nice time chatting and reminiscing. We shared more secrets as like we used to do. Patched up and consoled each other. Ah! It was fun! Real fun! I wish we could that more often, but…….

Chel makes me laugh. She's a jovial person. She loves to laugh to the maximum. She doesn't care if the whole world could hear her laugh, as long as she's happy, she would.

Chel understands. I am a moody person. Suplada and masungit for some people who do not know me well. But since we've known each other for long, she understands.  She rides on my moods. 

Chel fights. I've known her for years, but never seen her fight. Now that she's a mother, she has changed a lot. She'd shoulder any loads, for her little one….

Chel cheers me up. She's never dull.  Never a moment like that! 

Chel is special. I couldn't utter more words for her. All I know is she's special. And I'll treasure that for the rest of my life.