<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957</id><updated>2024-09-12T23:46:44.191-07:00</updated><category term="caregiver"/><category term="caregiver in Canada"/><category term="domestic helper"/><category term="lucky OFW"/><category term="daing ng OFW"/><category term="Christmas"/><category term="OFW"/><category term="OFW sa middle east"/><category term="Pasko"/><category term="Placement Fees"/><category term="abused DH"/><category term="homesickness"/><category term="kabit"/><category term="katulong"/><category term="manloloko"/><category term="nanny"/><category term="online job"/><category term="prostitusyon"/><title type='text'>OFW Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Iba&#39;t ibang kwento ng OFW. Maaaring ito ay malungkot, masaya. Mga hinaing ng isang Pilipino na nasa ibayong dagat, mabigyan lang ng magandang bukas ang kanyang pamilyang naiwan sa Pilipinas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-4831138930916484001</id><published>2012-07-03T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T23:21:30.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahalagahan Mo ang Iyong Sarili: Isang Aral Para sa OFW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: &#39;lucida grande&#39;, tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.27272605895996px;&quot;&gt;Kainis, hingi na naman sila nang hingi sa Pinas! Akala nila, masarap ang buhay dito.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hay naku! Kapapadala ko lang noong isang linggo, ubos na naman daw at nanghihingi na naman sila”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yung kapatid ko, nagpapabili na naman ng bagong gamit. Kelan lang, binilhan ko yun. Akala yata, mura lang yun dito at hinihingi ko lang”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hay naku, ang mga tao sa Pinas kapag humingi, akala nila ay pinupulot ang pera dito. ‘Di nila alam na pinaghihirapan ko ang lahat”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga daing ng OFW. Minsan, ayoko nang makinig o ayoko nang mabasa. Parang sirang plaka na kasi e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatatawang isipin pero noong unang taon ko sa abroad, isa rin ako sa mga katulad nila.. Puro daing tungkol sa pagpapadala sa Pilipinas. “Ikaw ang nahihirapan dito sa buhay mo sa abroad..Ikaw ang nasisigawan ng amo mo.. Ikaw ang nagsasakripisyo, tapos walang natitira sa sweldo mo?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang litanya ng pakialamera kong kaibigan noong minsang nagreklamo ako.. Nakakainis ah.. Ano bang pakialam niya kung nauubos ko ang sweldo ko sa pagpapadala sa pamilya ko? Kung pwede ko nga lang siya sabihan na, ‘wag siyang makialam kasi pera ko naman yun, ginawa ko na kaso napag-isip-isip ko na may punto pala siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umiiyak kasi ako nang mga panahong iyon. Naubos na naman kasi ang suweldo ko sa pagpapadala sa pamilya ko. Ewan ko ba, kahit magkano ang ipadala ko, parang kulang pa rin. Yung unan ko na lang ang karamay ko sa pag-iyak. Wala kasi ako mapagsabihan e. ‘Di ko rin masabi madalas sa iba ko pang mga kaibigan ang problema ko kasi katulad ko, ganoon din ang pinagdaraanan nilang mga OFW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigay nang bigay sa pamilya at wala ring natitira sa kanila. Kaya naman, tuwing magkikita-kita kami, share-share na lang sa pagkain. ‘Di uso yung “libre kita” kasi eksakto lang ang pera namin na natira bago dumating ang susunod na suweldo o kaya naman, hiniram lang din sa kaibigan. Kumbaga, pag may emergency, wala na kaming huhugutin. Maswerte na siguro kami kung tatagal ng isang araw ang suweldong tinanggap, pero minsan, hihimas himasin na lang ang dollar, euro, dirhams, dinar or yen para mafeel na nasa abroad kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dulas kasi nila dahil dumadaan lang sila sa aming mga palad. Kung puwede nga lang makapagsalita ang pera, baka sabihin na, “wag mo naman ako ipamigay kaagad. Magbonding muna tayo”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganoon yata talaga ang buhay ng isang taong mapagmahal. Tayo kasing andito sa ibang bansa, sobra-sobra ang pagmamahal sa pamilya. Sobra ang sakripisyong ginagawa natin para sa kanila. Kahit wala nang matira sa atin, basta mayroon sila, masaya na tayo. Mabalitaan mo lang na masaya sila sa perang tinanggap nila mula sa pinadala mo at nakatikim ng kaunting ginhawa, napapawi na rin ang pagod mo sa maghapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa akdang “Ito ang Pasalubong ko: RESIBO,” sari-saring reaksyon ang nabasa ko. Tama daw ang hinaing ko. Inilabas ko daw ang damdamin ng libu-libong OFW na nagsasakripisyo para sa kanilang pamilya. Sana daw, maunawaan ng mga naiwan sa Pilipinas ang kanilang kalagayan kapag nabasa ang akda na iyon. Napaisip ako, ang mga naiwan ba talaga sa Pilipinas ang may kasalanan kung bakit wala nang natitira sa suweldo natin buwan buwan o tayong nandito sa abroad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matanong kita kapwa ko OFW, sino ang nagpapakahirap dito sa abroad? Sino ang nasisigawan ng amo sa tuwing nagkakamali ka? Sino ang tumatanggap ng suweldo mo buwan buwan? Hindi ba ang sagot sa lahat ng katanungan ko ay “ang sarili mo”? Opo, ikaw nga! Samakatuwid, ikaw ang dapat na magkontrol sa ipinapadala mo buwan-buwan dahil ikaw din naman nahihirapan kapag ikaw ang nawalan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, andito nga tayo sa abroad para sa pamilya natin pero hindi ibig sabihin noon ay hindi ka na magtitira para sa sarili mo. Kung sobra-sobra ang ibinibigay mo sa kanila, hindi mo sila tinutulungan sa kanilang pang-araw araw na pamumuhay kundi tinuturuan mo silang maging tamad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami ang ganyang kapamilya at kamag-anak. Porke alam nila na mayroon silang malalapitan sa katauhan mo, hindi sila masyadong nagpapakahirap. Ang sasabihin nila, nandyan naman si magulang, anak, kapatid, kamag-anak o kaibigang OFW. Pwede tayo manghingi o manghiram sa kanya. Mabait yun, alam naman niya ang buhay dito sa Pilipinas kaya siya nag-abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni Lao Tzu, “Give a Man a Fish, Feed Him For a Day. Teach a Man to Fish, Feed Him For a Lifetime“.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opo, huwag natin silang sanayin sa buhay na marangya. Padalhan natin sila ng sakto lamang sa pangangailangan nila. Kung ikaw, kapwa ko OFW, ay may maliit na kinikita sa Pilipinas noon at nagkasya naman sa inyong buong mag-anak, ‘wag n’yo na baguhin yun. Turuan natin sila kung paano magsikap nang sa gayon ay malaman nila na bawat ginagastos nila ay hindi ganoon kadali kitain. Hindi yung puro umaasa lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, andoon na nga yung dahilan natin na, “kaya nga ako nag-abroad e para guminhawa nang kaunti ang buhay namin”. Ang problema lamang sa ilan sa atin, hindi alam kung ano ang pagkakaiba ng pangangailangan at luho at kung minsan ay mag-isa lamang kumakayod ang OFW para sa kanyang buong pamilya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pera mo nga naman yan at baka sabihin mo, pakialamera ako. Pwede mong gastusin yan hanggat gusto mo. Ang problema lamang, ikaw ay hindi habang buhay na nasa abroad. Hindi mo alam kung kelan ka abutan ng emergency. Hindi mo alam kung kelan ka mangangailangan ng pera. Hindi mo alam kung kelan ka maaaring mawalan ng trabaho. Ang tanong, saan ka pupunta kapag nangyari yan? May malapitan ka bang kaibigan? Matutulungan ka kaya ng ibang tao? Ang pamilya mo na naghihirap sa Pilipinas, paano nalang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng ilang reaction sa article na RESIBO, “Pasalamat ako at hindi ganyan ang pamilya ko. Nauunawaan nila ako at nagtitxt sila sa akin araw araw”. Siguro, ang ilan sa inyo ay nag-isip noong mabasa iyon? Simple lang po ang kasagutan mga kababayan ko. Ang mga OFW na ito ay ipinauunawa sa kanilang mga naiwan sa Pilipinas ang kanilang tunay na kalagayan. Ito ay kung paano sila nahihirapan sa kanilang buhay abroad. Ito ay kung paano sila nasisigawan ng kanilang mga amo. Ito ay kung paano sila nagsasakripisyo para sa kapakanan ng kanilang pamilya. Tandaan mo, OFW ka. Bayani ka nga maituturing dahil sa sakripisyo mong paglayo sa kanila pero hindi ka si superwoman o superman. May kapaguran ka rin. Hindi ka lumilipad para mayakap ang pamilya mo sa tuwing kakailanganin mo sila. Hindi ka tagapagligtas ng lahat ng hinaing ng kapamilya, kamag-anak o kaibigan mo. Mahalin mo ang iyong sarili. Wag kang masyadong magpakapagod dahil kapag ikaw ay nagkasakit, hindi lang ikaw ang mawawalan kundi ang iyong buong pamilya na umaasa sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang OFW ang nakilala ko. Hindi pa ako ipinapanganak, nasa abroad na sila ngunit ang kanilang pamumuhay ay ganoon pa rin. Sabi nila, pera lang yan. Hindi naman madadala yan kapag namatay ka na. Madali lang yan. Maiksi ang buhay kaya dapat ienjoy ang pinaghirapan. Ang tanong, pag may emergency ba, may dudukutin sila? Wala!!! Ubus ubos biyaya kasi. Ang pamilya ng OFW na ito, bumibili ng kahit anong magustuhang luho. Pwede na nga sila magtayo ng electronics store at ilagay doon ang second hand na gadgets nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaring ang sasabihin ng ilan, 10k o 15k lang ang sahod ko kaya wala na natitira sa akin dahil kulang pa sa pangangailangan ng pamilya ko. Kapag nasa ganitong sitwasyon ka, mas dapat mong turuan ang mga naiwan mo sa Pilipinas na magbanat ng buto. Hindi nga naman kakasya ang sinasahod mo sa abroad. Mula umaga hanggang gabi, nagpapakahirap ka. Butil butil na pawis ang tumutulo araw araw dahil sa kakakayod mo. Anong pakonswelo mo sa sarili mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasalamat ka kung sasabihin sa iyo na “Ingatan mo ang katawan mo. Mahal ka namin”. Paano kung ang naaalala ka lang tuwing araw ng sahuran at ang text ay “Padala ka na. Lakihan mo ha. Ang laki kasi ng bayarin natin e”. Natin daw? Ei wala ka naman doon para mangutang hindi ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan mo, nandito tayo sa ibang bansa para sa kanila. Pamilya natin sila at ang pamilya ay nagtutulungan. OFW ka, nasa kamay mo ang pag-angat ng iyong pamilya dahil mas malaki ang kinikita mo kaysa sa kanila subalit tao ka lang. Napapagod ang isip, katawan at puso. Hindi mo dapat sinosolo ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipaunawa mo sa kanila ang tunay mong kalagayan nang sa gayon ay sama sama kayo sa pagharap sa hamon ng buhay. Magtira ka para sa iyong sarili at gamitin mo iyan upang may makita kang bunga ng iyong pinaghirapan. Mas masarap ang may sarili kang bahay na uuwian. May negosyo kang nagpapapasok ng pera. May magagamit ka tuwing may emergency. May mabili kang regalo para sa sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa umpisa, mahirap ang humindi. Parang nangngingitngit ang kalooban mo na alam mong kailangan nila ng pera pero hindi mo mapagbigyan lalo na kapag meron ka naman hawak hawak. Pero isipin mo, may ilang tao na dahil alam nila, “andyan ka” ay ganun ganun na lamang kung humingi. May ilang tao na, ginagawa ang lahat ng paraan para makipagcommunicate sa iyo dahil may kailangan sila. Hindi ka nagdadamot kapag humindi ka sa kanila. Tinuturuan mo sila ng dapat. Hindi ka ATM (Any Time Money) na kapag kailangan ng pera ay magwiwithdraw sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang accomplishment kasi sa atin ang mapangiti sila sa ibinibigay natin pero dapat nating isipin, kung may ipon ka, maaari kang umuwi at makasama na sila. Sa sakripisyo natin dito sa abroad, ilan ba sa atin ang tagumpay na buo pa rin ang pamilya sa pag-uwi? Yung mga anak, kapatid, asawa o magulang mo ay malapit pa rin ang loob sa iyo? Hindi ba, marami sa OFW ang umuuwing luhaan, hindi dahil walang pera, kundi dahil nasayang ang sakripisyo dahil nasira ang pamilyang iniwan? Kaya ikaw, matuto ka. Mag-ipon ka upang makasama mo na sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang nagpapakahirap, ikaw ang nagkokontrol ng sahod mo, Ikaw ang dapat magturo sa iyong pamilya ng tamang pagpapahalaga sa iyo bilang OFW.&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa aking kaibigan. Nagising ako sa katotohanan. Ngayon, kitang kita ko na ang aking pinaghirapan. Sana ikaw rin Kabayan.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;May kakilala ako, kapitan ng barko for almost 20years, umuupa pa rin ng bahay at owner-type jeep lang ang naipundar. Meron naman ako kilala na wala pang 2 taon sa abroad, may naipatayo na apartment at ngayon at pinapakinabangan na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Si kapitan, iniisip yata na habambuhay ay nasa abroad sya. Oo, wala akong pakialam sa perang ginagastos nila sa pang-araw araw dahil sa kanilang pinaghirapan yun pero naitanim ko sa isip ko na hinding hindi ko gagawin ang mga bagay na ginagawa nya at ng kanyang pamilya.. Naalala ko noon, sobrang sobrang pagkain ang nakahain sa mesa pero di naman nauubos at itinatapon na lamang. Madalas kasi nila akong bisita sa kanila noon dahil nainspire ko raw sila in a way. Ang celfon ng kaibigan ko noon ay laging unang labas ng nokia. Kapag may bago, binibili nila. Kahit ako noon, naambunan ng grasya. Bagong damit pag nagshopping sila, libreng gamit ng computer at halos dun ako kumakain tuwing uwian galing school. Gayunpaman, nang mapadalas ako sa kanila, naambunan ko sila ng kaunting kaalaman tungkol sa aking uncle na seaman ngumit mababang posisyon na maraming pinapaaral at may investments. Isa ako sa pinapaaral ng uncle ko noon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Bago ako pumuntang abroad, nabalitaan kong nakakuha ng hulugang bahay ang asawa ni kapitan. Naisip ko, hmm, pwede naman nila icash.. Napag alaman ko na maliit ang 7000US$ ang sahod ng isang kapitan sa NYK. Di ako chismosa.. Sinabi ng sariling anak sa akin nang minsang nagkasarilinan kami at nag-usap ng kanya kanyang daing sa buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Yung isang OFW naman na kilala ko, simple lamang ang sekreto ng nakabili ng apartment.. ipon ipon ipon at nang may sapat na ipon, bumili sya ng lupa at nagpagawa ng apartment para hindi na nya kailangan pang magpadala sa kanyang pamilya ng panggastos buwan buwan. Sana ganun lahat ng OFW,,marunong humawak ng pera kasi hindi naman pangmatagalan ang buhay sa abroad dahil marami ang pwedeng mangyari..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ako naman, di magastos pero wala pa investment. May naiwan kasi kaming utang ng pamilya ko. Sa ngayon, buwan buwan ko ang pag uunti unti para naman may mabili na rin akong investment. Oops, meron na pala ako nabili.. isang set ng 24k gold na ayun sa Villarica pawnshop, nasa 45-60k pesos daw ang halaga..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2467329322327515549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2011/01/si-luho-si-investment-at-si-utangbuhay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/2467329322327515549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/2467329322327515549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2011/01/si-luho-si-investment-at-si-utangbuhay.html' title='si luho, si investment at si utang,,buhay OFW!'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-1222786825991455706</id><published>2010-12-27T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T23:39:44.379-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caregiver"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caregiver in Canada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky OFW"/><title type='text'>How I went to Canada?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-header&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-body entry-content&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;another article imported from my blogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am here in Canada for  more than 4 months now. How I became a  caregiver?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;In Nov 2006, I went to  Morocco. I worked as a teacher/tutor. Then, in 2008, I met a friend online. Yes,  online. She told me that she knew a website where you can apply as a caregiver  in Canada. In February and July 2009, I have found employers for me but I wasn&#39;t  emotionally ready then. Then my friend online asked me if I knew someone who&#39;s a  nurse in Morocco. (As far as I know, there were only 3 caregivers from Morocco  who went to Canada directly. One came here in 2006, my nurse friend in&amp;nbsp;January  2010&amp;nbsp;and me in August 2010). The first one who came here, I think, found her job  thru a Canadian agency. The nurse friend I recommended to my online friend  waited her visa for almost 6 months (She was denied actually but this online  friend of mine helped her to have her visa approved). When my friend flew to  Canada last January, I told myself, I should have been me.. lol.. but enough of  that.. I am not a nurse and I was not ready.. So, I think, it&#39;s not my time to  go YET. Three days after my friend left, I was attacked by jealousy. lol! So, I  decided to pass my resume to my online friend. Then, a week after, I had 2  interviews from employers in Canada. There were 5 employers who liked my resume  but these two had interviewed me earlier. After another week, 2 contracts  arrived but I chose the first one (even the 2nd offer was higher than the first.  hehe). It is unfair to the first employer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3 weeks after I signed  the contract, my LMO arrived. LMO stands for Labour Market Opinion. The document  tells you if your employer passes the needed requirement to hire a foreign  worker. My employer then sent me the LMO (I need to pass the original document  to the embassy). When I had my LMO with me, I phoned the embassy to schedule my  interview. They scheduled me 2 weeks after. Unexpected things happened during  my&amp;nbsp;interview.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;April 26, 2010 was my  schedule to go to the Canadian embassy in Rabat. I nervously brought all the  documents with me. I was really hoping that everything would turn well according  to what I was expecting. Guess what, not only it turned out well but the VO  (Visa Officer) handed me the medical form. They will only give it to you if you  have complete requirements and if you passed the interview. Yey, I was so happy.  And my nervousness was gone when the VO interviewed me. She was very  accommodating. We laughed every now and then because there were questions I  answered unthinkably that made her agree (it&#39;s not about the caregiving job but  about her experiences and how she loves Philippines. She worked there foir 2  years before so she knew soo much about my country). And since she worked in the  Philippines, she is aware of Recto papers. She&#39;d scanned all my documents if  they are real (of course they are) and after the interview, she told me to wait  for my visa after 2 weeks after I finish my medical examination. I just said  yes, even I didn&#39;t believe that I&#39;ll have my visa after such a short  time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Too bad for me, I didn&#39;t  have my money to have my medical exam. I wasn&#39;t prepared financially so I had my  medical after 10 days I was interviewed (I based my application to my nurse  friend. She had her medical after a month I think). I thought, I would wait  longer (my friend waited for almost 6 months) for my visa to be approved but  after 13 days (9 working days), I got my visa. It was pretty quick and still  couldn&#39;t believed it.&amp;nbsp;I had my medical in May 6 and got my visa in May 20 (they  called me May 19 that my visa was already approved). I was thinking, if I had my  medical examinations&amp;nbsp;right away (after my interview), I would have gotten my  visa earlier. But yeah, it was very fast. I was/am soooooooo lucky..  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thanks  Lord!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh yeah, I don&#39;t have  caregiver certificate. I studied First Aid and CPR training in Morocco. It  helped me quickened &amp;nbsp;my application as well as all the necessary documents that  were with me (original and photocopy). Also my former employer supported me with  my application.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;This article is a scheduled post and as of this posting, I am in Mexico with my employers for our Christmas vacation. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1222786825991455706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-i-went-to-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/1222786825991455706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/1222786825991455706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-i-went-to-canada.html' title='How I went to Canada?'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-3611187446704338053</id><published>2010-12-25T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T23:39:44.389-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homesickness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pasko"/><title type='text'>Pasko sa ibang bansa = homesickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This will be my 5th Christmas sa ibang bansa. At masasabi kong, dito lang sa paskong ito ko naramdaman ang salitang homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sa Pinas, unang araw palang ng September, nag-uunahan na magpatugtog ng Christmas songs ang mga istasyon ng radyo. Nagsisimula na rin maglagay ng decoration ang ilang kababayan natin. Sa malls, pinag-iisipan&amp;nbsp; na ang mga bagay na ititinda sa Christmas sales na halos buong buwan yata ng December nagaganap. Sa Cubao, pinapailaw ang pinakamalaking parol noon. Kahit saang sulok ka ng Pilipinas, di mo maiwasang purihin ang sarili mong bansa at kababayan dahil sa kanilang paghahanda sa okasyong ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ang unang 4 na Christmas ko sa ibang bansa ay sa middle east. Walang Christmas lights, walang Christmas songs, walang Santa Claus na nagpapapicture sa mga bata, walang Christmas sales, walang bonggang Christmas party, maraming wala. Samakatuwid, wala yung spirit ng Christmas dahil wala kang nakikita o naririnig para namimiss mo sa Pinas tuwing ganito ang okasyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Nitong nakaraang 2 linggo, nabisita kami sa isang lugar dito sa kinaroroonan ko na makikita mo at mararamdaman ang diwa ng pasko. Napakaraming Christmas lights, napakaraming Santa sa paligid at iba&#39;t ibang pakulo. Sumakay ako sa Santa train na umikot sa lugar na iyon sa loob ng 20minutes. Pag-upo ko palang sa upuan ng tren, tumulo ang luha ko dahil nagpatugtog ng Christmas song, hudyat na malapit na simulan ang short tour namin. Di ko napigilan ang sarili ko na sabihin sa employer ko na &quot;I miss home&quot;. Dito ko kasi naramdaman ang talagang diwa ng pasko at mas masaya sana kung kasama ko ang mga mahal ko sa buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Maaaring iba ang naramdaman ko sa ibang OFW. Marahil iba iba ang dahilan ng ating homesickness. Isa lang siguro ito sa napakaraming dahilan para masabi nating, I wish I am home with my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sa kasalukuyan, nandito ako sa Mexico para sa aming 8-day vacation. Magagandang beaches, may diwa rin ng pasko, pero kakaiba pa rin sa Pinas. Kakaiba pa rin ang pagcelebrate ng kapaskuhan kasama ang mga mahal mo sa buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ang aking sinasabi nalang sa sarili ko, kaya ipinagdiriwang ang pasko dahil sa pagkapanganak sa ating Panginoon. Na alam kong, kaya nya ako pinagpapala dahil nagsasakripisyo ako para mapaganda ang buhay ng mga naiwan ko sa Pinas. Ganito tayong OFW. Di man natin kasama ang ating pamilya ngayong kapaskuhan, alam kong, mahal tayong lahat ng nasa Itaas dahil sa ating pagsisikap na mabigyan ng magandang kinabukasan ang ating pamilya. Mabuhay po tayong lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Merry Christmas po sa inyong lahat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3611187446704338053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/pasko-sa-ibang-bansa-homesickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/3611187446704338053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/3611187446704338053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/pasko-sa-ibang-bansa-homesickness.html' title='Pasko sa ibang bansa = homesickness'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-7902491574658495432</id><published>2010-12-23T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T23:39:44.391-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caregiver"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caregiver in Canada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky OFW"/><title type='text'>You just earned my respect</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://filipinocaregiverincanada.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-just-earned-my-respect.html&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-header&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-body entry-content&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;another article imported from my blogs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;You just earned my respect!&quot; This  was the statement of my employer when I talked to her about my duration of work  with her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;At  first, I was nervous to ask her upfront about my long hours of work. In my  contract, I only need to work 8hours a day but with my employers kind of job, I  work 11-12hours per day. I was paid minimum with my working hours but only for  40hrs/week. I wasn&#39;t planning to ask her about my time because, I am enjoying my  job and I am already earning triple of what I was earning in Morocco but I still  took a risk. I was afraid, she&#39;s gonna say no for it. Anyway, what I was  thinking is, if she says no, I&#39;ll still do my job and if she says yes, it&#39;s  favorable for me. I am not gonna lose anything so I tried speaking with  her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  never imagined it would be harder than I thought to say those words  face-to-face. I have been only working with her family for a month and a half  and it&#39;s like really not a good idea to talk to her about paying me more salary  than what I was receiving. It was Friday night and I was supposed to meet a  friend in the afternoon (it was my first Friday to work until 7:30pm. The past  Fridays, I only work until 3pm) and it was postponed because I need to stay with  the kids. That night, I approached my employer. I first asked her if she could  lessen my working hours but it was impossible because of their (she and her  husband) position in their company. Then, she asked me if I wanted to work for  only 8hours and she&#39;ll hire someone to work the remaining hours or to work my  usual time and she&#39;ll pay for them. I chose the 2nd one of course.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;After  that, we talked about anything. About personal lives, my plans when I get my  open work visa and permanent residency (because, she had already hired someone  from the Philippines to work for her when I leave after 2 or 3 years. Since it  takes time to hire in the Philippines, she wanted to start now so by the time  the open work visa arrives, she won&#39;t have a hard time hiring for my  replacement). She said some words that really made me proud of myself. Some of  those are &quot;You stay what you are now and you&#39;ll be successful someday&quot; and &quot;you  are the smartest nanny in this neighborhood&quot;. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;She  told me that she notices how educated I am. She said that other caregivers or  nannies talk to each other about their employers and their problems at work.  They never try to fix problems with their employers yet then they  complain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Before  I went to my room that night, she told me that, &quot;You know what Raquel, I may not  like the idea of paying you more but at the end of the day, you just earned my  respect!&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  was sooo happy that night that I was looking forward to my extra babysitting  with her kids the next day (Saturday) where I was paid more per hour.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday  came and I was hardworking than I was the past days. I don&#39;t want my employer to  be disappointed of me so I am extra careful with all the things I do. It was  Tuesday when she gave my pay cheque (the day we talked was payday). In there,  she already adjusted my gross salary. I was expecting her to apply my new salary  for the next payday. Only one thing I noticed, I am paying more taxes for my  income (hundred bucks more of what I was paying before. I was only paying 48  before and now, it&#39;s 141$). Anyway, I couldn&#39;t complained about that because I  am sure, I am gonna use those amount I paid for taxes when I become resident or  citizen of this country.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  have learned important lessons during our conversation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.  If you have problems with anyone, you should try talking it to the concern  person. If you don&#39;t try to fix it with her/him, things will become complicated.  Never talk about it to other people because problems usually occur if stories  are passed from one person to another. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.  Apply professionalism in every work you do. Whether you are in a big company or  in a small one. You&#39;ll be noticed and be rewarded.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.  Communication is important. if you are shy to say it in person, do it in paper.  I was planning to write everything but I wanted to see her reactions  (lol)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.  Know your rights. It is important that you know laws in the country where you  are working.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.  Talk to people who are knowledgeable enough to advice you. These are the people  who will give you honest opinions. Or read before you complain so you know what  you are talking about. When I speak with my employer, I brought my contract and  readings about Canadian labor law but I never used them. I was just preparing  them to put in front of her if she says no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.  Wait for the right time to talk to the concern person. That matters a lot  because if she&#39;s in the mood, she will grant your request but if she&#39;s not, she  will say no or worst, you&#39;ll be fired. I am lucky, everything falls into  places.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I  soo love my employer! And by the way, I am not that bad. I am working 12hours a  day (7:30am-7:30pm) but I only asked her to pay me 11hours. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7902491574658495432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-just-earned-my-respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/7902491574658495432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/7902491574658495432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-just-earned-my-respect.html' title='You just earned my respect'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-3042691253460798106</id><published>2010-12-21T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T23:39:44.386-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caregiver"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caregiver in Canada"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nanny"/><title type='text'>Being a Caregiver: What Kind of Care Am I Giving?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;post hentry&quot; style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7250479931444894957&amp;amp;postID=3042691253460798106&quot; name=&quot;8020174876041601166&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;This article is imported from my other blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;When people  learn that I am a caregiver, most of them asked me if how could I carry a  patient with my small arms and body. To those who don&#39;t know, a caregiver can be  someone who is taking care of an elderly, person with disabilities or kids. I  fall to the latter category. I am a caregiver to 2 boys (ages 1 and  3).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-header&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;post-body entry-content&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;As a caregiver,  I am responsible for kids when the parents are at work. Unlike other caregivers  here, kid&#39;s parents are sometimes at home (observing caregivers maybe? lol).  Lucky for me, my employers give me instructions before they leave for work. She  will put on the reminders area the things that I needed to do during the day.  Food for kids are all ready to cook. I will just reheat them into the microwave.  I am always instructed on what supper should I cook. Usually, we have veggies,  soup, meat and of course rice. I prepare all of this when kids nap in the  afternoon so if my employers come home, they are all ready.. or almost.. I  should say that, all food we eat here are organic.. and that&#39;s a good thing. I  like all our food, except seafood (I am allergic to  it).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I usually focus  on watching the one-year-old kid. Of course, he cries if he needs changing, he&#39;s  hungry or there&#39;s something awi in him (awi is my employer&#39;s term for aww-when  the kids are hurt. hehe). I have mistakenly put the diaper before (my first  day..kid moved a lot that I haven&#39;t put his diaper properly) and he wet his  pants. When it comes to food, I don&#39;t have any problem with him because, he  likes to eat. hehe.. The three-year-old kid is kinda naughty. He always tests my  patience. On my first day, he was peeing on the bowl then intentionally wet the  floor including my foot. I was sooo mad and didn&#39;t clean the washroom floor. Our  conversation went like this..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me: why  did you do that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Him: (no  answer)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: who&#39;s  gonna clean that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Him:  you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: Why  me? Is that my pee?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Him: No.  Mine!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: Yes..  It&#39;s yours and I am not gonna clean that. I will leave this place and I&#39;ll show  this to your Mom and Dad.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Him:  Nooooooooo!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: Then  who&#39;s gonna clean that?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Him: Me  (then he picked the tissue and wiped his pee)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I felt sorry for  him but couldn&#39;t help it. He needs to learn the lesson that 1. he can&#39;t get away  from what he has done and 2. to show him that I am the boss  lol.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Him  again: I have pee in my hands.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me: I  know but you did it in purpose. Are you gonna do it  again?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Him: No!!!  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I told the story  to the parents and I think, they&#39;re not mad&amp;nbsp;at me at all that their son cleaned  his pee (or maybe, they haven&#39;t shown how angry they were. kidding). In fact,  they asked their kid if he&#39;s gonna do it again and his answer was the same..  NO!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I guess, he  learned that lesson. Until now (after 4months), that scenario didn&#39;t happen  again. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3042691253460798106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/being-caregiver-what-kind-of-care-am-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/3042691253460798106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/3042691253460798106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/being-caregiver-what-kind-of-care-am-i.html' title='Being a Caregiver: What Kind of Care Am I Giving?'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-1840085202463620506</id><published>2010-12-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-07-03T23:39:44.382-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="caregiver"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domestic helper"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lucky OFW"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="online job"/><title type='text'>Online job offers abroad, totoo nga ba?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Marami sa ating mga kababayan na nasa Pilipinas ang gusto makarating ng ibang bansa nang sa gayon ay makatulong din sa kanilang pamilya. Sa laki ng placement fee sa ilang agencies sa Pilipinas, nakikipagsapalaran ang ilan sa online job offers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isa na dito ang malapit sa akin na sinuwerte umano sa kanyang pag-apply sa ibang bansa sapagkat ni singko ay wala syang nilabas noon. Si Kelly, 22 palang sya noon nang syang mahire bilang tutor sa bansang kanyang napuntahan. Akala nya noon, isang biro lang ang tawag na kanyang natanggap na sya&#39;y magpasa ng updated resume kung gusto nyang magtrabaho sa ibang bansa. Maliban sa udyok ng kanyang isipan na &quot;ito na ang hinihintay mong opportunity. Marami ang gusto mag-abroad at di nabigyan ng pagkakataon, samantalang ikaw, lumalapit na, pakakawalan mo pa ba?&quot;, nais din nyang patunayan kung ang caller nga ba nya&#39;y hindi manloloko.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Pagkatapos ng dalawang linggo, si Kelly ay nasa NAIA na papuntang ibang bansa. Parang panaginip lang ang lahat sa bilis ng pangyayari. Dahil nga sa online job ito, alam nyang marami ang pwedeng tumuligsa sa kanyang desisyon kaya naman hindi nya ito sinabi sa kanyang mga mahal sa buhay hangga&#39;t di nya nasigurado na ito ay totoo nga. Pagkatapos nya humingi ng 3 signs mula sa Itaas, nabuo ang kanyang desisyon. Napakaswerte nya dahil ipinadala kaagad ang kanyang unang buwang sahod pati ang kanyang 2-way ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sa ngayon. sya&#39;y 26 na. Nagtatrabaho na sya bilang caregiver sa Canada at ang taong tumulong din sa kanya ay nakilala din nya sa internet. Di ka ba naniniwala? Dapat maniwala ka dahil sya mismo ang may-ari ng blogs na ito. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Isa na siguro ako sa maswerteng OFW na di dumaan sa butas ng karayom para makarating ng ibang bansa. Ang ilan sa sekreto ko, maingat sa pakikipag usap sa kahit kanino at di agad agad nagtitiwala lalo na kapag may perang involve. Higit sa lahat, magtiwala sa nasa Itaas dahil hindi ka Nya pababayaan kapag ika&#39;y humingi ng tulong sa kanya.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1840085202463620506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/online-job-offers-abroad-totoo-nga-ba.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/1840085202463620506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/1840085202463620506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/online-job-offers-abroad-totoo-nga-ba.html' title='Online job offers abroad, totoo nga ba?'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-4473855288456015814</id><published>2010-12-17T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T12:33:19.364-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="abused DH"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domestic helper"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="OFW sa middle east"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prostitusyon"/><title type='text'>ako si Angel, isa akong bayarang OFW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Nakakalungkot isipin na sa hangad ng ilang Filipina na makapunta ng ibang bansa at makatulong sa pamilya, napadpad sila sa pagbebenta ng kanilang katawan. Marami ang nagagalit dahil kagagawan ng isa, nadadamay ang lahat..&lt;br /&gt;
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Tulad sa bansang UAE. Maraming mga Pilipina ang nasadlak sa ganitong sitwasyon. maraming dahilan kung bakit sila napunta sa ganitong sitwasyon. Maaring ito&#39;y naloko ng agency o kung sinumang kakilala na may naghihintay na trabaho sa bansang pupuntahan. Maaring ito ay ginawa dahil wala ng ibang paraan na kikita pa sya ng pera at kailangan nya ito para makasurvive sa bansa kung saan naroon sya. Maaaring, ito ay part time nya upang mas malaki ang maipapadala nya sa pamilyang naghihintay ng kanyang buwanang padala. Anuman ang kanilang dahilan, kailangan muna natin alamin ang kanilang sitwasyon bago sila husgahan.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nakilala ko si Angel noong ako\y mapadpad sa isang bansa sa middle east. Sa unang pagkakakilala mo sa kanya, masasabi mong isa syang mabuting tao. Sya&#39;y nakainuman ko at napalagayan ng loob. Noong malasing na sya, dito nya ako tinadtad ng mga tanong na syang gumuhit sa aking puso. &quot;Masama ba akong babae?&quot;, &quot;Masasabi mo ba akong pokpok?&quot;, &quot;Kung ikaw sa kalagayan ko, ano gagawin mo?&quot;. Yan ang mga katagang namumutawi sa kanyang bibig. Dahil di ko sya direktang masagot sa kanyang katanungan, sya na mismo ang kusang nagkwento sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;May tatlo akong anak. Umalis ako ng Pilipinas dahil wala akong mahanap na maayos na trabaho doon at kung meron man, napakaliit ng sahod. Direct hire ako nang mapunta dito at inofferan ako ng 400$ bilang DH. Dahil wala akong gastos at malaking tulong na ang ganitong halaga para sa akin at sa pamilya ko, nangibang bansa ako. Nang makarating ako dito,minaltrato ako ng amo ko at muntik na ako gahasain kaya naman lumayas ako sa pinagtrabahuan kong iyon. Dahil nga sa direct hire ako, hawak ng amo ko ang passport ko at dahil dyan, wala akong mapasukang trabaho dahil unang hinihinging requirement ang passport. Ang mga kababayang nakilala ko ay ayaw din akong tulungan dahil ayaw nila madamay kapag hinanap na ako ng amo ko. Kaya napadpad ako sa ganitong sitwasyon kasi wala na akong alam na paraan para mabuhay pa. Hindi alam ng pamilya ko ang kalagayan ko dito dahil ayokong mag alala sila. Ang mga anak ko nalang ang iniisip ko sa tuwing ginagawa ko ito dahil para ito sa kinabukasan nila&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Halos madurog ang puso ko sa kwento nyang iyon. Di ko maisip kung paano ko sya bigyan ng tamang sagot sa tanong nya sa akin. Subalit hindi ko sya magawang husgahan sa kalagayan nya dahil nakikita ko sa mga mata nya na gusto na nya mabago ang kanyang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kinamusta ko sya pagkaraan ng ilang buwan. Ayun sa kanya, wala na sya sa ganoong trabaho. May nakilala syang isang binata na nagmahal sa kanya nang totoo subalit sa kasamaang palad, napakaseloso ng lalaking kanyang kinakasama. Di nya umano matagalan ang ugali nito at gusto na nyang hiwalayan subalit sa tuwing pagtatangka nya, madalas syang tinatakot nito na ilalagay sa internet ang kanyang hubad na larawan at sex videos.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4473855288456015814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/ako-si-angel-isa-akong-bayarang-ofw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/4473855288456015814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/4473855288456015814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/ako-si-angel-isa-akong-bayarang-ofw.html' title='ako si Angel, isa akong bayarang OFW'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-5687297049800090494</id><published>2010-12-15T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T12:26:36.865-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daing ng OFW"/><title type='text'>Kung alam nyo lang ang pagtitipid na ginagawa namin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Bakit ang mga tao sa Pinas, kadalasan ang mentalidad ay &quot;abroad yan, madami yan pera&quot;? Kung alam nyo lang ang hirap na ginagawa namin just to save money for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Mabuti pa nga ang nasa Pilipinas e, pag nagpapadala kaminng OFW ng pera, nakakagala sila sa mall, nakakakain ng masasarap na pagkain, nakakabili ng mga gamit at kung ano ano pa na magpapasaya sa kanila. Ei kami dito sa abroad? Sardinas o noodles, solve na. Wala na happenings kasi pag pumunta ka sa party, inuman o galaan, another gastos na naman. Kaya ang ilang OFW, dito nalang sa bahay, nagtitiis para lang makatipid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Ang ilan, di pa kontento, buwan buwan ka na nagpapadala, hihirit pa ng mamahaling pasalubong. Kaya si OFW, todo kayod, hanap ng part time o nananalangin na lagi nalang OT para may pambili ng luho ng pamilya. Haist, ganyang ang buhay OFW. Kaya sana pahalagahan nyo. Di kami mayaman, mahirap lang din kami. Ang kaibahan, sa abroad kami. Nakasakay ng eroplano at nakakasalamuha ang ibang lahi.. Pero ang buhay namin, ganun pa rin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Kaya ang payo ko sa mga OFW, wag sanayin ang pamilya sa karangyaan habang nasa abroad ka. Matuto kang magtabi para may dukutin pagdating ng araw. Ipaalam din sa pamilya ang hirap na pinagdadaanan para di sila hihingi nang hihingi sayo. Nang minsan, makatanggap ka naman ng message na &quot;Okay lang na wag ka na magpadala basta di ka pagod sa trabaho. Okay lang kami basta iniingatan mo ang sarili mo dahil malayo kami sayo at walang mag aalaga sayo pag nagkasakit ka. I love you&quot; kesa sa kadalasan mo natatanggap na &quot;kelan ka magpapadala? ba&#39;t ito lang ipinadala mo? ang dami natin gastos dito. May bibilhin kaming ganito, etc etc&quot;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Mabuhay ang OFW na matiisin at handang magtipid para sa pamilya. Ganyan tayo dahil mahal natin sila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5687297049800090494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/kung-alam-nyo-lang-ang-pagtitipid-na.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/5687297049800090494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/5687297049800090494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/kung-alam-nyo-lang-ang-pagtitipid-na.html' title='Kung alam nyo lang ang pagtitipid na ginagawa namin'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-9125321868141241698</id><published>2010-12-13T20:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T12:26:24.807-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daing ng OFW"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Placement Fees"/><title type='text'>Mag aabroad ako para makaipon, di para mabaon sa utang..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Ito ang dialog ng mga gustong pumunta ng abroad sa tuwing natapat sila sa agency na naniningil ng placement fee. Ayun sa POEA, kung may placement fee man na sisingilin, dapat ay katumbas lang ng 1 month salary. Ang kaso, ang iba ang umaabot na sa ilang daang libo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Ibigay nalang natin na halimbawa ang Canada at US. Sa Canada, maswerte ka na kung maglalabas ka ng 100thousand pesos bago ka magtrabaho doon. Kaso sa hirap ng buhay sa Pilipinas, saan ka kukuha ng ibabayad mo? Ito namang mga agency, may kinontratang lending companies na magpapautang kuno sa mga aplikante, makaalis lang. Hays. At ito namang si aplikante, desperado na kaya nangutang makaalis lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Mabuti nalang ang iba, may totoong job offer sa ibang bansa. Mababayaran nila ang utang na naiwan sa Pinas. Kaso ang ilan, minalas na. Baon na nga sa utang, naloko pa dahil wala palang totoong trabaho sa ibang bansa. Kaya si kawawang OFW, ito, kung anu-anong trabaho nalang ang papasukan para lang may maipadala sa lending company na nautangan sa Pinas. Haysssssss.. buhay OFW. Kala nyo madali?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9125321868141241698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/mag-aabroad-ako-para-makaipon-di-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/9125321868141241698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/9125321868141241698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/mag-aabroad-ako-para-makaipon-di-para.html' title='Mag aabroad ako para makaipon, di para mabaon sa utang..'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-293794652663187347</id><published>2010-12-11T19:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T12:23:29.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boss nya ako sa Pinas, boss ko sya sa abroad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Bihira lang siguro mangyari ang ganito. Na ang dating tauhan mo sa Pinas ay naging tauhan ka sa abroad. Isa na siguro ako doon. Di ko naman sinasabing malas ako dahil ang unang dahilan kung bakit nasa abroad ako ay makatulong sa pamilya ko..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Nagsimula ang lahat nung nangailangan ng kasamahan sa abroad ang dati kong tauhan. May 2 taon na rin syang nagtatrabaho doon. Dahil nga sa kadikit ko sya noong nagtatrabaho sya ay hawak ko, sa akin sya humingi ng tulong. Dahil sa kagustuhan ko rin na makaipon, nagprisinta akong ako nalang ang umalis para magtrabaho sa abroad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Noong una, maayos pa ang pagsasama namin. Sa katunayan, sa akin nya ipinagkatiwala ang pagkuha pa ng ilan pang makakasama ko sa trabaho. Subalit kinalaunan, sya ang pinagkatiwalaan ng may ari ng company na pinagtatrabahuan namin at kaming nanggaling sa Pinas ay magiging tauhan nya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Hindi naman sumama ang loob ko dahil kung tutuusin, nasa abroad ako ngayon dahil sa kanya. Kaso tama ba namang minsan, ako&#39;y pagmamalakihan nya? Minsan pa, kinausap ako ng boss namin at tinanong kung naiparating sa akin ng taong ito na ako&#39;y magiging head na rin dahil nakita ng boss namin ang kakayahan ko sa trabaho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;Minsan talaga, di maiiwasan na magkaroon ng problema pero dapat ang mga Pilipino, dapat magtutulungan sa ibang bansa kahit ano pa ang posisyon nila diba? Ang crabmentality talag ng Pinoy, di nawawala..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;-story told by a friend from Saudi Arabia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/293794652663187347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/boss-nya-ako-sa-pinas-boss-ko-sya-sa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/293794652663187347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/293794652663187347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/boss-nya-ako-sa-pinas-boss-ko-sya-sa.html' title='Boss nya ako sa Pinas, boss ko sya sa abroad'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-6232653801221243345</id><published>2010-12-09T20:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-03T12:23:13.017-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kabit"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manloloko"/><title type='text'>Kabit si Mister, Kabit si Misis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;Pagpasensyahan nyo na po ang title ng post kong ito. Napansin ko lang kasi na nagiging trend na ito sa ibang Pilipino na nagtatrabaho sa abroad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;Ano nga ba ang dahilan kung bakit umaabot sa ganito ang sitwasyon? May asawa si kuya sa Pinas, meron din sa abroad. Ganun din si ate, may asawa sa Pinas, meron din sa abroad. Dahil nga ba sa tawag ng pangangailangan? o dahil sa lungkot na nadarama dahil sa malayo sa minamahal? o kaya naman, ang mga naiwan sa Pinas ay nagloloko din at gantihan lang? O maaaring, di na pinapahalagahan ng mga naiwan ang nangibang bansang nanay o tatay at kadalasan, &quot;kelan ka magpapadala?&quot; ang laging tinatanong kapag nag uusap sa telepono o sa chat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;Ano man ang dahilan ng pagkakabit ni Mister or ni Misis, dapat pa rin isipin ang magiging kinahinatnan nito lalo na sa mga taong maaapektuhan pagdating ng araw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6232653801221243345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/kabit-si-mister-kabit-si-misis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/6232653801221243345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/6232653801221243345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/kabit-si-mister-kabit-si-misis.html' title='Kabit si Mister, Kabit si Misis'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250479931444894957.post-2418953264215673447</id><published>2010-12-07T19:52:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T19:47:34.848-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="domestic helper"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="katulong"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="OFW"/><title type='text'>Ei ano ngayon kung katulong? Marangal naman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAURt0mAQ7JFF53Jten7nfepT1UaUMyoWC7wfgeR07llDVSQJJWVUkB1-OXiJmmo6QXyXJGnwVRjMZWb-pzUgocwdCRd0kwUzGQe1n3F_6QFOH1OQ4_a7yhBifoapOANfV7aF5BCEyK3R/s1600/424938_342331475808035_146488332059018_918412_145670375_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAURt0mAQ7JFF53Jten7nfepT1UaUMyoWC7wfgeR07llDVSQJJWVUkB1-OXiJmmo6QXyXJGnwVRjMZWb-pzUgocwdCRd0kwUzGQe1n3F_6QFOH1OQ4_a7yhBifoapOANfV7aF5BCEyK3R/s320/424938_342331475808035_146488332059018_918412_145670375_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;263&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ito ang kadalasang sagot ng mga katulong o minsan ay tinatawag na domestic helper, atsay o mutsasa kapag sila&#39;y minamaliit ng mga taong nakakakilala sa kanila.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bakit ganun minsan ang mga Pilipino? Maganda lang ang naging trabaho sa abroad, di na nakikipagkaibigan sa mga katulong? Napakasakit minsan sa amin dahil minsan dahil mababa ang tingin nila sa amin. Minsan may nagtanong sa akin habang naglalakad ako, dito ka ba nakatira? Ang sagot ko naman, &quot;Oo, dito ako nakatira. Dito kasi ang trabaho ko e&quot;. Pagkatapos ko syang sagutin, bigla sya umiwas. Dahil ba sa katulong lang ako?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hay naku, ang ilan talaga, gumanda lang nang kaunti ang buhay, akala mo kung sino na umasta. Di nyo naman madala ang pera nyo sa hukay no! At least ako, katulong man pero marangal ang trabaho at di ko ito ikinahihiya. Mabuti pa ang kalooban ko. Ei kayo?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2418953264215673447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/ei-ano-ngayon-kung-katulong-marangal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/2418953264215673447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250479931444894957/posts/default/2418953264215673447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinoyabroadstories.blogspot.com/2010/12/ei-ano-ngayon-kung-katulong-marangal.html' title='Ei ano ngayon kung katulong? Marangal naman!'/><author><name>Kwento ng OFWs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14374512909464707436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6A0jQNUESB34VqIkBzTjSpnJOb6WOdALR9sBPLwxXk_Pwqe5kglWWxiydCOCgHgmaxQ7Z_zd_44MhFqv8GVVSrlsx4iXFbyxJVbZQV2qsDRxjg8ugK8j9XpOKW99eaQ/s220/OFW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSAURt0mAQ7JFF53Jten7nfepT1UaUMyoWC7wfgeR07llDVSQJJWVUkB1-OXiJmmo6QXyXJGnwVRjMZWb-pzUgocwdCRd0kwUzGQe1n3F_6QFOH1OQ4_a7yhBifoapOANfV7aF5BCEyK3R/s72-c/424938_342331475808035_146488332059018_918412_145670375_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>