Monday, December 12, 2011

SMILE :)


Kahapon dumaan ako sa Deira City Center, hindi para mag liwaliw kundi mag hanap ng gumagawa ng "skin" para sa ipad at iphone ng isang kilala ko. Napansin ko kahit marami ang mga taong nawalan ng trabaho sa Dubai, marami pa rin ang mga nag sho-shopping. Para lang walang dumaang crisis ah.

Pero hindi sa financial crisis at sa Deira City Center ang blog ko.

Pagbalik ko sa parking, may napansin akong maliit na paper na nakadikita sa  kotse ko.


Ganito ang nakasulat:


Dear Sir or Madam, 


I would like to know where did you buy the seat cover of your car with smile face :). Please if you can call me  (number given). I parked beside you Jeep Cherokee black. I am Spanish lady.


Ganito ang reply ko sa likod na papel:

Hi Madam,


Sorry forgot where I bought long time ago. Maybe in City Center car accessories section.... I would love to give it to you. But its the only one I got. I hope it brought smile on your face. Oliver - (number given)

Sabay dikit din sa salamin ng jeep Cherokee. Hindi ko alam kung tama ang grammar ko pero palagay ko  naintindihan ni Spanish Lady ang ibig kong sabihin.

Pagkatapos ng mga 2 oras may nag txt sa akin.


"Thanks (me) for your gentle reply. Yes it brings to me a smile on my face. :) have a nice day!"

Sya nga pala. I would like to introduce to you............. si SMILE.

Have a nice day.




Monday, November 21, 2011

Sheikh Zayed Mosque - Abu Dhabi, UAE

no words, only photos
welcome to  Sheikh Zayed Mosque































Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Dear Nanay


Dear Nay,

Alam mo kanina Nay, nakakabored ang traffic pa Dubai. Nakakainis simula pa lang ng araw stressed na. Napatingin ako sa relos ko, Nov. 1. Oo nga pala piyesta ng mga patay ngayon.

Naalala kita Nay. Bigla akong napaluha habang hawak ko ang manibela ng sasakyan. Buti na lang at medyo tinted ang kotse at hindi obvious na nagpapahid ako ng tissue sa mukha ko. Namimiss pala kita. 

Sayang hindi mo man lang nakita kong gaano kakulit ang dalawang apo mo ngayon. Si Abby laging tanong ng tanong.

"What is this Daddy?" 

Minsan nga Yes or No na lang ang sinasagot ko kasi paulit ulit. Si Owen naman parang may kiti-kiti sa puwet. Hindi natigil sa isang lugar sa bahay. Takbo ng takbo at talon ng talon sa silya.

Ganon din ba ako kaulit Nay nong maliit ako? Nagagalit ka rin ba pag sobrang matigas na ulo ko?

Minsan nga naiinggit ako sa mga nakikita kong mag asawang nag sisimba na may anak kasi may kasamang babaeng my edad na. Malamang nanay sya ng isa man sa mag asawa. Palagay ko Nay, kung nandito ka ngayon ganon din ang magiging set up natin. Imbes na retired ka na, nag aalaga ka pa rin ng mga apo mo dito sa Sharjah... hehehehe...

Naalala ko Nay mag kasama tayong kumakain ng hapunan minsan. Ginataang kuhol ang ulam natin na pinulot ni Tatay sa palayan. Tinuruan mo pa nga ako kung pano sipsipin ang laman eh. 

Minsan naman nililibang mo kami ng mga kapatid ko sa umaga sa paglaro ng ibat ibang kulay na balloons. Kaya lang masyadong manipis ang goma at madaling pumutok pag bumagsak sa damuhan. Huli ko lang nalaman condom pala ang mga yon... malay ko ba. 

Yong mga palad mo nga Nay parang digital thermometer eh. Bago ako maligo nilalapat mo ang dalawa mong kamay sa dibdib at likod ko para alamin ang kung may sinat ako o wala. Saka lang ako maliligo sa poso sa likod bahay. Gusto ko nga matutunan kung pano mo tinatantya o baka lang talagang mothers instinct. Galing mo Nay!

Pag may sore eyes ako, breastmilk lang ang katapat na hiningi mo sa kapitbahay nating may baby. Ang lagnat walang problema kasi may Mirinda at paborita sa baraka

Kaya ng magkasakit ka Nay, binalak ko rin sanang ibili kita ng Mirinda at paborita. Kung hindi ka man sana gumaling kahit papano naibsan man lang ang sakit na nararamdaman mo noon. Sa murang isip ko noon, inisip ko na ang sakit ay parang lagnat lang. Kinabukasan mawawala na.

Ramdam ko nga sakit na nararamdaman mo Nay. Sabi mo malaki ang karayum na tinutusok sa tiyan mo para matanggal ang tubig sa matres. Pinilit mong lumaban pero sa huli tinalo ka ng sakit mo.

Hindi ko maunawaan kung bakit kailangan mong mawala. Basta mo na lang kaming iniwan. Nalilito ako noon. 

Pero ginamot ng panahon Nay. Unti unting nawala ang sakit. Pero ang ala ala mo nandyan pa rin. Hindi kita makakalimutan Nay.....

Sana pag nag kita tayo igawa mo ulit ako ng balloons. Ayaw ko ng yari sa condom. Dyahe naman... Gusto ko yong totoong balloons. Yong kulay green... 

Pero wag muna ngayon Nay maliliit pa ang mga apo mo. Itataguyod ko muna sila. Basta lagi mo akong ibulong mo ako kay papa Jesus at pagpalain ang mga ginagawa ko dito sa lupa.

I miss you Minda Samulde Ausan. I love you.


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Nanay passed away 24 years ago. 
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Reminiscing my Grades


Kanina kinansel ko na ang visa ko sa Ajman dahil lilipat na ako ng opisina sa Dubai. 

Habang nag aayos ako ng mga dokomentong kailangan ko para sa visa, tiningnan ko ulit ang authenticated transcript of records ko sa koleheyo. Na realize ko bobo pala ako sa koleheyo. 

Mantakin mo naka dalawang 5.0 ako. (yong 5.0, sa Adamson University ay bagsak; ang 3.0 na marka ay katumbas ng 75-pasang awa at ang 1.0 pinakamataas na marka). 3 na subject ko ang incomplete o 4.0 at 22 subjects naman ay may markang 3.0

Sa dalawang bagsak ko, yong isa binawi ko sa summer at naging 3.0 at yong isa naman naging 2.9. Pero hindi basta-basta yong isang subject dahil 5.0 units yon na Integral Calculus. Ibig sabihin araw-araw kaming nagkikita ng professor ko sa isang linggo. Hindi ko nga alam kung may kinalaman ba ang mga  limits, functions, derivatives, integrals at yong mga infinite series sa buhay ko ngayon. Pero kasama sa pagaaralan ko sa kurso ko eh... what to do. 

Halos kalahati sa block namin ang bumagsak kaya imbis na umiyak ako eh napangiti na lang ako dahil hindi ako mag isang pumasok sa summer.

Yong isang binagsak ko ay Electrical Engineering theory 2 lecture. 5 units din!! Doon na nagsimula ang masalimuot kong buhay estudyante. Dahil walang slot nong sumunod na sem at pre requisite sya ng mga 3 major subjects nabawasan ang mga nakuhang kong units ng mga sumunod na sem. October tuloy ako naka graduate.

Yong Incomplete grades hindi ko na ininda dahil hindi naman sya bagsak. Sa tatlong incomplete ko yong isa naging 3.0. 

At yong syempre record breaking ang aking dalamput dalawang 3.0. Talaga lang atang tamad ako mag aral non. Kaya hndi na pinagisipan pa ng mga professor kung anong grade ang ibigay sa akin.

Pero sa kabila ng lahat, mayron din akong magandang grades sa university at pwede akong ipagmalaki ng mga kamag anak ko.

Sa CMT (Citizen Military Training) ito ang mga grades ko:

1.5               First year 1st sem
1.0               First year 2nd sem
1.5               Second year 1st Sem
2.8               Second year 2nd Sem.

Naks! Naka- uno si mokong. 

 

Monday, October 10, 2011

PAMI Mutual Fund Investment


My PAMI refund Checks


After 3 years I decided to pull out my investments from PAMI Mutual Fund. I bought shares in GSIS and Philippine Strategic Funds for the total amount of 40,000 pesos. After deducting the entry fees my total investment was 39, 120.00 pesos.

The market is unpredictable at the moment because recently the US credit rating was reduced. There is also an ongoing economic turmoil in Greece. 

As saying goes when US sneezes everyone catches cold. I think now is best time to buy and invest in stock market or mutual funds. Nobody can tell the when the buttom is.

But at the moment I am grinning ear to ear. I earned extra P 15,000!! That is 37.5% percent interest in 3 years. 


Sunday, October 2, 2011

House of Condom in Singapore


Nahagip ng camera ko ang retail shop na ito habang namamasyal sa Lucky Plaza sa Singapore. Palagay ko legal ang pagbebenta ng mga sex toys sa Singapore. Pero dito sa Middle East, hindi ganito ka open ang pagbebenta kung mayron man ang mga pleasure toys na ito.

House of Condom in Singapore @ Lucky Plaza


View Lucky Plaza in a larger map

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Kamayan sa Palaisdaan, Kamay ni Jesus, Pansit Habhab and Longganisa in Lucban in ONE day


Three days before our departure back to UAE in May 2011 during our vacation in Philippines, my wife and I decided to visit Lucban and Tayabas in Quezon. In Tayabas, Kamayan sa Palaisdaan restaurant in particular, is a memorable place for me. Because Kamayan sa Palaisdaan was the place where I invited my wife for our first date.     

We had to live early from from my wife place Batangas. We travelled from Batangas via STAR tollway to Turbina in Calamba. From Turbina we took another bus to Lucena. But we did not reach the Grand Central terminal. At the junction, there was already a Jeep terminal that will take you either to Tayabas, Lucban and Sta. Cruz, Laguna. Jeepneys travelling to Lucban and Sta. Cruz are particularly big jeep with double tires at the rear. 

Our first stop was the Kamayan sa Palaisdan, famous for the floating bamboo dining area while enjoying the cold breeze and panoramic view of Mt. Banahaw. Nothing has changed that much in the restaurant since the last time we visited the place. A collage of photos of local celebrities and politicians was proudly displayed in the reception area.

There are is another Kamayan sa Palaisdaan owned by the same family located just 500 meters apart. One can also relax at Kamayan Hotel and Resort located opposite of the road.

A shot at Kamayan sa Palaisdaan

We ordered the all-time-favorite Sinugno, sizzling sea foods combo and garlic rice. Sinugno is a local recipe of Tilapia, grilled then cooked in coconut milk then garnished with Pechay. I tried once cooking Sinugno but could not get the distinct Tayabas taste.


This is the "Before"

and the "After"

After a heavy lunch and + 3 bottles of San Miguel Pilsen, we proceeded to Kamay ni Hesus in Lucban 30 minutes away from Kamayan sa Palaisdaan. In this site is a 292 step hill with life size figures depicting the station of the cross. And on the top is the 50-foot statue of Jesus Christ said to be the 3rd biggest in the world. I even saw Fr. Joey Faller the founder of the Kamay ni Hesus Ministry Foundation from a distance. I could not miss his curled right fingers that curled due to a car accident that is said to resemble the hands of Little Jesus - known as El Senor Sto. Nino-and of he hands of the risen and victorious Christ.


Ala Hollywood Walk of Fame
Kamay ni Hesus Church
Large statue of Jesus Christ on top of the hill

Noah's Ark retreat house

There is also a replica of Noah's ark that function as retreat house located inside the site.


Kamay ni Hesus Shrine
Closer look at Jesus Christ statue
House of Longganisa in Lucban

We then took another ride toward Lucban. After visiting the church, we went opposite the street where we bought longganisa Lucban. Longganisa Lucban is garlicky in taste and smaller compared to other longganisa.
And of course we would not miss the authentic pansit habhab in the Old Center Panciteria in Lucban. Pansit got its name because of the way you eat the pansit on banana leaf without using fork. 


Old Center Panciteria

Since it was already getting dark we requested two serving of pansit habhab take away just in case we get hungry on our way back to Batangas. 

That was a memorable day with my wife.



Wednesday, September 14, 2011

PHOTO OF THE DAY: Fish Market in Ajman

Fish in Ajman fish market ready for bidding. Photo taken by cellphone camera.

I go to Ajman Fish Market every week to buy a week supply of fish. But I never realize that before the fish are sold in the market, the fish are freshly unloaded from the big fishing boats and goes thru a bidding process.

Men, mostly of Indian origin lined the fish in a big concrete ground (shown in the picture). A middle man usually an Emirati guy holding a megaphone, will approach the ground and start shouting the wholesale price. Once the favorable wholesale price is reached the buyer, usually a fish vendor will hand over the money to the middle man. Then the fish are then brought to the fish stalls where people can buy. 

One thing I like buying fish in Ajman is that the area is clean , the floor is dry and you leave the place without smelling like fish. Unlike the fish market in Sharjah and Deira fish market where you have to be extra careful or else you will slip on the floor. 

How to to Ajman Fresh Market
From Dubai or Sharjah via Emirates Road:

Exit from Emirates Road and follow the highway until you see the Wasit Power station on your right. Take right and slowly merge to the right when you see the overpass ( the bridge is under construction as of this posting). Make left turn under the bridge ( you will see Gulf Craft office) and take first right. Then first right you will reach a signal. make left turn from this signal you will reach the Ajman Fish market to you right.
From Sharjah via Corniche road:

Let's say you are driving from Sharjah Ladies Club. Continue driving on the Corniche road until you will reach Ajman R/A before reaching Kimpinsky Hotel. Make right on this R/A and then left on the next R/A. Then you will reach Ajman Free Zone R/A. Make left. Continue driving about 1 km. You will see Ajman Fish market on your left side. Make U-turn to go to the opposite road.


Thursday, September 1, 2011

Language, learning, identity, privilege By JAMES SORIANO


This article appeared on the website of Manila Bulletin on August 24. Because of this article JAMES SORIANO became famous for wrong reason  and with the deluge of criticism received by this piece, Manila Bulletin removed the article from the website.


Tell me what you think after reading this article.


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MANILA, Philippines — English is the language of learning. I’ve known this since before I could go to school. As a toddler, my first study materials were a set of flash cards that my mother used to teach me the English alphabet.

My mother made home conducive to learning English: all my storybooks and coloring books were in English, and so were the cartoons I watched and the music I listened to. She required me to speak English at home. She even hired tutors to help me learn to read and write in English.

In school I learned to think in English. We used English to learn about numbers, equations and variables. With it we learned about observation and inference, the moon and the stars, monsoons and photosynthesis. With it we learned about shapes and colors, about meter and rhythm. I learned about God in English, and I prayed to Him in English.

Filipino, on the other hand, was always the ‘other’ subject — almost a special subject like PE or Home Economics, except that it was graded the same way as Science, Math, Religion, and English. My classmates and I used to complain about Filipino all the time. Filipino was a chore, like washing the dishes; it was not the language of learning. It was the language we used to speak to the people who washed our dishes.

We used to think learning Filipino was important because it was practical: Filipino was the language of the world outside the classroom. It was the language of the streets: it was how you spoke to the tindera when you went to the tindahan, what you used to tell your katulong that you had an utos, and how you texted manong when you needed “sundo na.”

These skills were required to survive in the outside world, because we are forced to relate with the tinderas and the manongs and the katulongs of this world. If we wanted to communicate to these people — or otherwise avoid being mugged on the jeepney — we needed to learn Filipino.

That being said though, I was proud of my proficiency with the language. Filipino was the language I used to speak with my cousins and uncles and grandparents in the province, so I never had much trouble reciting.

It was the reading and writing that was tedious and difficult. I spoke Filipino, but only when I was in a different world like the streets or the province; it did not come naturally to me. English was more natural; I read, wrote and thought in English. And so, in much of the same way that I learned German later on, I learned Filipino in terms of English. In this way I survived Filipino in high school, albeit with too many sentences that had the preposition ‘ay.’

It was really only in university that I began to grasp Filipino in terms of language and not just dialect. Filipino was not merely a peculiar variety of language, derived and continuously borrowing from the English and Spanish alphabets; it was its own system, with its own grammar, semantics, sounds, even symbols.

But more significantly, it was its own way of reading, writing, and thinking. There are ideas and concepts unique to Filipino that can never be translated into another. Try translating bayanihan, tagay, kilig or diskarte.

Only recently have I begun to grasp Filipino as the language of identity: the language of emotion, experience, and even of learning. And with this comes the realization that I do, in fact, smell worse than a malansang isda. My own language is foreign to me: I speak, think, read and write primarily in English. To borrow the terminology of Fr. Bulatao, I am a split-level Filipino.

But perhaps this is not so bad in a society of rotten beef and stinking fish. For while Filipino may be the language of identity, it is the language of the streets. It might have the capacity to be the language of learning, but it is not the language of the learned.

It is neither the language of the classroom and the laboratory, nor the language of the boardroom, the court room, or the operating room. It is not the language of privilege. I may be disconnected from my being Filipino, but with a tongue of privilege I will always have my connections.

So I have my education to thank for making English my mother language.



A Top Shot @ the Top @ Burj Khalifa

Alisdair Miller got got a chance to go to the very tip of the Burj Khalifa (tallest building/structure in the world - 800m). It took over 2hrs to get to the top. For this shot he was holding on to the lightning conductor with one hand and his camera with the other.

Click here to view a much larger and crispier image.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

PHOTO OF THE DAY: Sharjah Road

Sharjah road near Rolla during Iftar time. Photo taken by a cellphone camera

It is very unusual to find this road near Rolla in Sharjah almost empty. But during Iftar time in Ramadan where our Muslim brothers come home early from work, driving thru this road is a breeze.

On normal days this road is the battle neck going to Dubai and is one of the preferred access to Dubai from Sharjah and Ajman.



Sunday, August 21, 2011

Filipinos in UAE caught in credit card trap


A re-post of the article published in Inquirer.net on August 22, 2011 regarding the dragging problem of Filipinos on credit cards. 

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Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates—Before she arrived in this mecca of migrant labor at age 48, Evelyn Naces, a Filipino nurse, had never owned a credit card. Soon she had 14 credit cards—and like thousands of other foreign workers here, a trip to debtors’ prison.

The Philippine Embassy held a financial literacy program in June. Some workers borrowed at rates of 50 percent or more.

“When they put me in shackles, that was the worst,” said Naces, who had $27,000 in unpaid bills, mostly from helping her grown son start a business back in the Philippines that later failed. “I felt so degraded.”
For years, banks all but threw credit cards at the foreigners who come here in droves to work the malls and fill the office towers. The workers, many of them raised in poor countries and new to easy credit, spent beyond their means.

Staggering losses followed, with jail terms common for those who could not pay.
Whether cast as reckless lending or heedless borrowing, the stories of these foreign workers offer an unusual glimpse of the hidden emotions—webs of pride, guilt and family obligation—that follow millions of migrants across the globe.

Some shopped for pleasure, but many ran up bills by answering pleas from poor relatives for needs as varied as livestock and medical care. The ability to say “no” seldom felt like an option.

Still others, feeling uprooted, built houses back home that they might never occupy. Some mothers who left their children behind tried to salve guilty feelings with expensive gifts.

Vicious cycle

“The family back home often thinks the migrant is earning a lot and raises its expectations,” said Grace Princesa, the Philippine ambassador to the United Arab Emirates (UAE), who has made debt reduction a part of a government campaign to improve conditions for migrants.

“The poor migrant goes deeper into debt just to answer. It’s a vicious cycle,” Princesa said.

Such was the case with Naces, now 52, a single mother who left her infant son with her parents and went to Saudi Arabia to make money to support him. By the time she arrived in the UAE in 2007, he had already grown up without her.

Though she could not get a credit card in Saudi Arabia, she could scarcely avoid one in the UAE. Salesmen stalked nurses outside hospitals and worshipers after Mass at a Filipino church.

Naces bought furniture, clothes and meals for herself, but her biggest expenses involved her son, whose affection she feared she had lost. She built him a house in the Philippines and bought five cars with credit cards so he could start a rental business.

“I felt guilty for being away and not raising him,” she said. “I was trying to compensate.”

Both mother and son went to jail—he on drug charges and she for debt.

Debtors clog jails

While the government does not disclose how many debtors have been jailed, a legislative body several years ago estimated that 10,000 of them were in the courts or prison.

The Dubai police chief has complained that debtors needlessly clog the jails, and employers have warned the Ministry of Labor that debt problems distract employees.

About 85 percent of the UAE’s population—and 99 percent of the private workforce—consists of foreign workers, and local officials keep watch for signs of discontent.

“The employers were saying, ‘This is a priority to us,’” said Qassim Jamil, a senior official in the labor ministry.

The Central Bank tightened lending rules this year, and the labor ministry sponsored a financial literacy program for migrant leaders.

“What do we want? Freedom!” Ambassador Princesa chanted at a session for Filipinos. “Freedom from poverty! Freedom from credit card problems! Freedom from bank problems!”

Aggressive lending

If migrants spent heavily, lenders encouraged them. Traditionally, credit card use was low (in part because of Islamic strictures against charging interest), but banks spotted a new market and moved aggressively.
With foreign banks like HSBC and Citigroup fighting locals for market share, the number of cards leapt to four million in 2008, a fivefold increase in five years, according to the Lafferty Group, a London research firm.

But the UAE lacks a reliable credit bureau, so lenders could not tell how many cards or how much debt the borrowers carried.

“Banks were falling over themselves to lend, and they didn’t have proper credit checks,” said Andrew Neeson, a Lafferty analyst.

Courted with gifts and teaser rates, few borrowers understood the costs. The average interest rate in the Emirates last year, at 36 percent, was more than twice the global average, and banks routinely add another 10 percent for disability and death insurance.

With penalties, some workers were borrowing at rates of 50 percent or more.

Intoxicating

Anyone can be tempted by easy credit, but migrants raised in poverty can find the glittering malls here especially intoxicating.

“The first time I used my card, I felt amazed,” Naces said. “It’s a feeling of excitement, power—greatness even.”

Rex Arcenio, a Filipino optometrist, accepted a gold card because it came with a Montblanc pen and a limousine ride to the airport for his annual leave.

“It was like a status symbol,” Arcenio said.

He ran up $50,000 in debt—for his children’s education, his brother’s cancer treatment and a house in Manila—and was briefly jailed.

Bouncing check

Technically, debtors go to jail for bouncing the blank “security checks” they must sign when accepting a card. If borrowers fail to pay, banks can deposit the checks for the sum owed, and bouncing a check is a crime.

Whether foreign or Emirati, borrowers must repay the debt after leaving jail, though banks often accept reduced terms.

Skilled workers here are generally treated better than in neighboring countries like Saudi Arabia, which can make their debt travails a shock. Jail conditions in the UAE are described as comfortable, but the accused often appear in court in leg irons.

“My world collapsed,” said Arcenio, a proud man in a white lab coat.
Aisha Alambatang, 54, who served a month for one card in February, could be jailed again for others. A Filipino nurse with three grown children, Alambatang spent most of their childhood years abroad, supporting them from Saudi Arabia.

When she arrived in the UAE eight years ago, she got a raise and six credit cards.

‘My heart was broken’

Alambatang built houses for herself and her daughter, and helped the children start several failed businesses. Then she paid for two daughters to move to Abu Dhabi to job-hunt.

Soon she had a monthly salary of $2,200 and debt service of more than $3,000. When Alambatang arrived in court, her daughter was already there.

“When my daughter saw me with a chain on my foot, I felt like my heart was broken,” she said. Worried about returning to jail, Alambatang gets palpitations when she sees the police, and she sleeps with her daughter for comfort.

“I’m not in jail anymore, but here,” she said, hand over her heart, “I’m more in jail.” New York Times News Service

Friday, August 19, 2011

Minsan Lang Kita Iibigin - Final Episode


Last episode na ngayong gabi ng Minsa Lang Kita Iibigin sa TFC. Ang papalit ata ay yong bagong palabas na tampok naman si Kim Chiu at tatlong magagandang lalaki na sila Jolo Revilla, Xian Lim at Matteo Guidicelli.

Kagabi lang naaliw ako sa isang eksena ni Lora (Amy Austria) at ni Tomas (Tonton Gutierrez) kaya madalian lang itong blog at may maikwento lang.

Nag pang abot si Lora (Amy Austria) at si Ka Diego (Ronnie Lazaro). Sinumbatan ni Ka Diego si Lora dahil sa pagtalikod nito sa samahan. At nong aakamang barilin ni Ka Diego si Lora biglang lumabas sa damuhan ang nagtatagong si Tomas, binuhat si Lora papalayo habang nag paputok si Ka Diego.

Pinabilib ako ni Tomas at di man lang ininda ang ilang balang pinakawalan ni Ka Diego. Nang makalayo, nagkaroon sila ng oras ni Lora para magkausap at paiyak na humingi ng tawad si Tomas. Deny to death naman itong si Lora at dahil siguro sa tindi rin ng sama ng loob tinalikuran si Tomas. 

Bigla na lang natumba si Tomas at doon nakita ko na marami pala itong tama sa likod gawa ng pagkabaril ni Ka Diego. Bumalik si Lora para pilit ibangon si Tomas. Nagkaroon sila ng closure at nagkapatawaran. Naabutan sila ni Ka Diego sa tagpong yon. Akalain mo kahit kinakapos na ng hininga, biglang bumangon pa itong si Tomas at nag pangagaw pa sila ng baril ni Ka Diego sabay sigaw kay Lora na "Takbo". At dahil siguro wala na ring lakas itong si Tomas natumba sya ulit at sa pagkakataon yon binaril sya ni Ka Diego sa harap. 

Dumating ang mga sundalo at sumibat papalayo si Ka Diego.
Doon na binawian ng buhay si Tomas. Ang haba ng buhay ni Tomas! 

Kung sabagay teleserye lang naman ito. Nakakaaliw lang.....


Manila Street in Singapore

Manila Street in Singapore

I was surprised when my visit to Singapore when I chanced upon a street named after the Philippine capital. The nearest landmark to Manila street is Bugis village located along Victoria street.

I don't know the history behind the naming of the street. But Philippines and Singapore have shared many things in common. Besides a strong Chinese influence in both cultures, Singapore is host to about 160,000 thousand Filipinos working as professionals and household workers. 



Friday, July 8, 2011

New POLO-OWWA Location in Dubai


My blog is getting a lot of hits because of my of my old post about getting OEC in Dubai. But since the POLO-OWWA office moved to a new location just a few blocks away, I have not posted a follow up.

So I am posting the new location of POLO-OWWA office for the convenience of our kabayans:


New POLO OWWA office in Dubai

What are the requirements to get OEC?

First expect a long queue in the POLO-OWWA. Better come early to secure your OEC before lunch break.

1. Personal appearance of OFW-applicant;
2. Original passport and stamped visa;
3. Accomplished information sheet (available in POLO-OWWA and
    from the website:  www.polo-owwadubai.net);
4. PAG-IBIG Membership for a minimum  of AED10.00 (mandatory
    coverage per RA 9679 or the Home Development Mutual Fund Law 
    which took effect on 27 August 2009);
5. OWWA Membership for AED92.00  (payment valid per contract
    duration at a maximum of 2 years);
6. OEC Processing fee of AED10.00;


7. For Household Service Workers, in addition to the above:
-   Immigration Contract stating a monthly salary of at least US$400
    (the Philippine minimum requirement) or its equivalent of AED 1,500,
    to be verified by POLO for AED40.00.  This will also be presented at
    the Philippine Airport  Immigration
-   Undertaking and Information Sheet signed by the Sponsor (available
    from the website)
 -  Copy of the sponsor’s  passport and residence visa

 
For my PAG-IBIG contribution I paid 3 months which was equivalent to 30 dirhams. Noting that 1 dirham value is equivalent to about 12 Pesos, and minimum contribution to PAGIBIG is 100 pesos, I wonder where they put the extra 2 pesos. I never bother to ask though. For my PHILHEALTH contribution I always pay one year in advance in Philippines. I got 40% percent discount in my wife hospital bills during delivery of our baby in Philippines. 



So being an active PHILHEALTH member and having paid OWWA contribution for 2 years, hindi kaya ako nag double pay? Anyone might have a clear explanation on this?


I told the lady behind the payment counter in POLO OWWA office in Dubai that I already paid my PHILHEALTH in Philippines and that I get the same medical benefits anyway.

"Iba yong yong PHILHEALTH, sa Pinas binabayad yon."