Swimming off the News
It was just another mindless impulse on my part, when I held on my mobile phone to check on any messages that might surprise and make me guess for a second who the sender of the text was. Prior to this, I have been extra touched by the very few people who, at this stage of my life, still manage to send words to my phone enough make me feel that I’m at the very least worth a peso to spend on.
I was in the middle of our family vacation in Mindanao, where my roots hail by the way, beating the heat off with my nephews and nieces in a spring pool resort in Iligan City, when I read the first three letters of Angeline’s text message to me: O-M-G, and an exclamation point. Then off to the rest of the news. I then jumped an inch off from where I was seated and went towards my mom who was just in front of me to let her read it herself…
My soon-to-be colleague and I have gratefully been granted a Korean working visa. After all the risks and emotions put at stake since last year, this could just be the least of the many consolations that we deserve, I tell you. A very few, trusted friends of mine have been shared of this rollercoaster that I have chosen to trod, and relieved is the sure instant feeling gotten out of it. Relieved in a sense that I can finally step foot on the solid path that I want to go to with life, and not skim on thin air and just drop on some quicksand of a blurry future.
Being in that far away region of the country though, with no access to the actual source of the good news back in the capital city, it was fast to remind myself not to fully succumb to the joy too soon. I have been overly jubilant the first time, that it was hard to crawl back to my senses when I was slapped off of the fact that the most ill-fating could happen to a big time punch of luck. I so let out of my skepticism and jumped back to the pool to take the usual swim of the unemployed.
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I was in the middle of our family vacation in Mindanao, where my roots hail by the way, beating the heat off with my nephews and nieces in a spring pool resort in Iligan City, when I read the first three letters of Angeline’s text message to me: O-M-G, and an exclamation point. Then off to the rest of the news. I then jumped an inch off from where I was seated and went towards my mom who was just in front of me to let her read it herself…
My soon-to-be colleague and I have gratefully been granted a Korean working visa. After all the risks and emotions put at stake since last year, this could just be the least of the many consolations that we deserve, I tell you. A very few, trusted friends of mine have been shared of this rollercoaster that I have chosen to trod, and relieved is the sure instant feeling gotten out of it. Relieved in a sense that I can finally step foot on the solid path that I want to go to with life, and not skim on thin air and just drop on some quicksand of a blurry future.
Being in that far away region of the country though, with no access to the actual source of the good news back in the capital city, it was fast to remind myself not to fully succumb to the joy too soon. I have been overly jubilant the first time, that it was hard to crawl back to my senses when I was slapped off of the fact that the most ill-fating could happen to a big time punch of luck. I so let out of my skepticism and jumped back to the pool to take the usual swim of the unemployed.












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