Different Women I Met in the Middle East

Lives abroad of women, sometimes amusing, sometimes irritating.  You'll take pity on some.  As for me, I just get irritated to Filipina women who chose to sleep with men from any race, married or not.  The reason I got from my observations are: those ladies need money and they want material things, for a free ride if the man has a car, for company, and for sex.  Why I get irritated?  It is because all men from different race thought that the vagina of Filipino women are for sale!

I have here different stories of women I met in the Middle East.

Ate Gloria, Filipino, a nanny of triplets, her employer are Qatari.  We got a chance to have a short conversation at school.  " I am not allowed to go outside the house without company.  If I am with my employer, I am not allowed to buy recharge for my mobile phone.  I am not allowed to call my family in Leyte.  I don't know their reason. But they are kind. They never hurt me physically.  I just pity the triplets because they are sickly.  If you noticed, they are always absent."  Ate Gloria added;  " Please buy me a recharge card.  But do not give it to me directly, insert it inside the water bottle of Hassan."

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Si  Pen, pinay, may asawa at anak sa pinas, guro, kasama ko sa accommodation at nalulungkot sa Gitnang Silangan. Nahilig sa WeChat.  Minsan may pinakiusap sa kin over the phone na isang Egyptian.  kinausap ko naman out of pakikisama kay Pen pero sa isip ko hindi ako papatol dito.  That is the end of the Egyptian's story because Pen is eyeing someone else.  

Nakilala ni Pen si CD through WeChat. Si CD ay isang Pakistani, poging pogi, yummy pa, at educated in Malaysia.  I asked Pen if they've kissed.  She laughed merrily and said 'yes'.  I never judged her.  It is her life.  But then, came this Syrian man that Pen met through her cousin's chatmate. They hit off in an instant. She make it a habit to sleep with this Syrian guy on Thursdays.  Pen will only be home on Saturday morning.  I told myself, this is not getting better.  Her Skype duty to her husband back in the Philippines was neglected.  That lead the husband to ask from me where her wife is.  We had confrontations.  I was just cool.  She was the one nervous, crying and almost shouting.  We never spoke from then on.

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Ms Layn arrived from the Philippines, she is a teacher, married and she has a son. She is loud.  Pen and Bayn became good friends.  There is a saying, 'Birds of the same feather flock together.'  Just after two weeks of arriving in the Middle East, she found her temporary 'husband' who is also married.

Gras, separated, she got two grown up kids and she's a teacher too.  She was once burnt by a flaming relationship with her husband.  She promised herself never to fall in love again.  Unfortunately, she met a persistent Filipino guy named Dia.  She fell in love with Dia not knowing that this man is not really separated from her wife back in the Philippines.  I saw how devastated she was.  I saw every single tear.

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Ms. Germaine, South African, a librarian, married for the second time.  She just oh, so love Filipino food especially adobo and pancit. We always had a good conversation and laugh everything out.

Ms. Pat, an American, a teacher, in her fifties and she is married,  She got a boyfriend, an Egyptian.  She always use her mobile phone inside the classroom and rely only on youtube  when teaching her pupils.

Jassy, Jessy, Feliz, Karol, Natie, Ms. Jay, Julz, Ms. Jacqui, Mary Ann, Pinky, Mafe,  Myles and Ms Nelline my awesome friends,   They're fun to be with.  

And Lav, hey that's me!  I've realized many things.  I've realized that my horizon is endless.  I can do many things not just confined in one corner.  I've realized that travel is important in one's life.  I've learnt a lot.  I've learned about people, culture and how to handle things differently in a different perspective. I've come to know myself. I tried to conquer my fear one at a time. I've became stronger than before.  

Of Being Unstable

I've been half awake for two years

And yet still dreaming

not of bed and roses

not of hugs and kisses

but of half cooked bread and pastries.

Vivid images of what transpired the last couple of years

lurking in my mind.

Hidden tears and hidden smiles

I've kept on my monstrous side.

Though trembling with uncertainty and fear,

Excitement and happiness never left my enormous heart.

My cart and its wheels though it took the less bumpy road was shaken to near destruction. 

My garage shelters and comforts the cart and its wheels.

My Break-up Thoughts

Inner peace materialized,

Long suffering impossibly disappearing but, Lord of impossible it is now gone!

Vengeance I seek,

Heaven please forgive,

I maybe weak..but not too weak to see u crawling under my feet.