haystack in a needle [sic]

i have to admit, one of the biggest advantage of being on-shore is on the financial matter. it’s a given fact that working outside the philippines provides monetary advantage for some 10 percent of the nation’s population, the OFWs, and this number is uncontrollably increasing each year. the country, at state, is a prime example of anarchism. hence, diaspora at large.

a multitude of filipinos with university degrees are working abroad as domestic helpers, caregivers, or househelpers. there are teachers, engineers, chemist, and nurses working in hard labor totally not in sync with their supposedly professional trade, one could surmise them as madman. there is no need in saying that monetary compensation has forced these denizens to go completely astray, at least in terms of their careers. but what’s wrong with manual labor work if they seem to be lucrative?

i’ve never been an OFW, yet. for the majority of my IT career, luck has made me work and live in foreign places, which i humbly accepted as seeing other places beyond my own country has long been part of my game plan. when i was still studying, i’ve been asking relatives and family friends abroad to help me secure jobs in their places. even if it’s just for a blue-collar labor job, i believe i don’t have any qualms then. and when i was younger, i am so mesmerized by postcard-quality, picturesque germany or london from photos sent by relatives. how could an unfenced rowed-brick houses be so unordinary? a continuous line of tall buildings along a street so uncouthly? a handful of snow, an attraction. do they melt congruently?

added the fact that i have a contract binding to remain in the philippines for four complete years after university, the opportunity to work in hong kong that my former employer gave me is more than fortune, and i appreciate that that i work for them earnestly.

for most filipinos, finding work abroad is like looking for a needle in a haystack. a ton of haystack that is. while at the airport waiting impatiently for my flight, i talked to a man beside me. he is a filipino, but american citizen already, and on his way back to the states from his vacation in his hometown in bohol. i could easily remember how vaingloriously he talked about his province, and he even invited me to stay at their place if i happen to be in the island. the moment he knew that i am good to the united states for three months, he immediately asked me if i have any “plans”. as slow as my mind is, i did not see the quotes within the word plans. he meant going TNT of course, and honestly, that thing did not occur in my mind before, which completely surprised me.

could i have changed a lot?