The First Flight to Independency

Turf: in one corner of bed
Dash: reading JessicaRulestheUniverse

Ecclesiastes 4:9-10

Two are better than one....For

if they fall, one will lift up his
companion.

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Everyone has their own dreams to fulfill, and I have lots when in case with dreams' issue. It was 2005 then when I had my first flight to independency. It's been my long dream to work abroad, though I had a good decent job in the Philippines, a pioneering employee in one of the American companies in which grew successfully (as I could say I am proud that we are also part of the backbone of the company) but then longing working abroad does not fade away, but the more I think of it; the further I desire to fulfill it.

Then one call from my brother changed the future and on the other side, it's going to fulfill the long-time dream. I am nervous and ecstatic at the same time. Mixed emotion eating up my mind, my courage has been gradually wither with "what if" questions mark that keeps playing in my mind like a never ending song in which it almost scares me to death, but my strong-willed fight back too that this is what I wanted long time ago, to work abroad.

Excitement grew more inside as I arrange my resignation to my company, I feel proud that one of my dreams is almost at the grasp of my hand only few days to count on, and I was there. Finally, says "this is it!: but my heart is also pounding and filled with mixed emotions' longing for my long-time comrades, subordinates, my daily gruelling task in the office like considered it as almost a habit (Papers, computers, meetings, subordinates, a time to time client updates, transmission deadlines, issues in the office that's been throwing like a dirty toilet paper and more others). There is nothing more exciting but to be away from continuous production drama from some crab mentality area under discussion.

I arranged everything from resignation to my luggage; date of arrival is March 19, 2005 to be exact as what my memory recalls it. I checked in my luggage is inside, I had tickets, boarding pass everything is okay all I need is to queue in the immigration area, but never thought of going to fail it three times and three times that I had to go back home carrying my luggage to my disgrace. Definitely, I had to look for the reason of failing it to get the approval of the immigration officer. I have supporting papers, passport, tickets, boarding pass, and terminal fee is paid all documents are definitely a McCoy. So, I sought for my auntie's help since she was a commander in chief in the ATO before she resigned and the one sitting as Director in the Airport is one of her subordinates so to speak. She escorted me on the 3rd day, and called the so-called friend of her or long time co-workers just if anything possible happens of disapproval by the immigration officer again without any potential reasons, then he could give a helping hand. My auntie was to believe that there is no other reason for holding an approval for my exit stamp, so she is willin gto help that is. To cut the long story short, I re-discovered that there was some kind of fishy thing or anomaly cooking inside (whatever that is) thanks that it was then reached the knowledge of our VP after visiting the UAE last March 2011. So, hoping there is no such kind of dilemma in getting an exit visa or stamp (whatever they call it).

After a long drama in getting my exit visa (stamp) approval I finally get on board. The feeling is I finally here sitting on a plane going on a journey I once long for "the first flight of my independency". While sitting in Boeing 747 of Cathay Pacific mixed emotions boiling in again, other unsolicited feelings that I could not even describe. A feeling of a one long time dream that indeed has come true and a new pace of life that is awaiting me in Dubai which is still cannot be revealed and still all behind the clouds.

...next time I tried to tell  about my life and bumps in Dubai. Hope to do so.

♥Quotes♥

Lord I want to show the kindness of Your

heart today. Please show me who I can help

and in what way. I want my words and deeds

to convey Your love. Amen.

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