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12
Dec

simply complicated.

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I look at photographs over and over again. no, i stare on it! I left a lot of essential things in manila as i move to dubai so as not to exceed the minimum weight required for the luggage, but not my photo album! It’s been there 1 week before my flight. I’m a sentimental fool.

I adore dogs!  They are like my kids.  I carry them in my arms and put them to sleep.  I like to caress the back of their ears and I feed them with my own hands.  I try not to play favorites among my dogs but i can’t help it.  I develop a special bond with my lil’ dog named anya. miss her so…

If you see me having “maps” on my face, or marks of scratches all over my body, don’t be afraid.  I am not about to transform into a monster; or if while talking to u, i suddenly look like vomiting, don’t be offended,  It’s an allergic reaction.  I suffer from bad allergies.  As my doctor puts it, im allergic to the world.  My body reacts violently to to dust, strong odor, change in temperature, food , etc.etc.. Very depressing.

Im into one-on-one friendship.  I am not a crowd person. I am rather reserved. I am more open if im w/ a person alone without an audience.  It takes time for me to be close to someone and i try not to be too close to anyone because when i do, i cling.  I become too attached that i can’t stand a day without seeing or talking to the person. I become irritating, i know..hehe.

I don’t easily give in to what my heart feels.  I don’t always welcome attention from people.  I don’t get attracted just like that.  or maybe.. it’s just that i am too afraid to get hurt.  For falling in love involves the risk of getting my heart broken, and im afraid it can’t handle it. I wish i were brave like the others.

i like writing my thoughts.  I’ve kept a journal since grade school…i like staying in the kitchen and cook, or raid the fridge for food. i love to eat and i admit it, I EAT A LOT.. I enjoy decorating our house especially for christmas…I laugh loudly and im known for my notorious laughter, but i cry easily too, in silence. i enjoy simple things in life.. i am a simple girl but often misunderstood. Am I really that complicated?   

30
Oct

eXpAt in duBai: Say it again please

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Dxb Nov. 3, 2005, about 5pm, i boarded the plane flight ek333 bound for dubai, uae.  I had a glimpse of dubai at about 1am local time. Two hours after landing i found myself still inside the Dubai International Airport, wandering around.  It was my first time to be alone in a place so far from home yet i didn’t feel scared.  I was feeling excited! For a few moments i enjoyed being surrounded with strangers,  amused of people speaking entirely different languages, different colors.  Each one’s eye says something…my imagination was interrupted every so often with the sound of the paging machine calling a particular person’s name. I thought it was my name, but no it wasn’t.  Then i felt tired, i felt my arms straining from the heavy luggage i was carrying. Then again the man announced the same name and i hoped this time it was mine, but no, it can’t be me.  I decided to look where the sound was coming from.  Maybe i should have my name announced then.  " I’m Haydee Dominguez and i’m waiting for the driver from Ramada Hotel…."  The ‘white man’ looked at me, smiled and politely said: "I’ve been calling your name, so you’re Ms. Do-mi-nic-ges?"  I paused and with much hesitation i said "y-e-s…umm, say it again please!

It’s been a year since then.  I am standing one afternoon in the office with a new girl who had just arrived from another country.  One of our office mates spoke to her and said " can you stand outside for a minute, please" Immediately she said "YES", then she looked at me skeptically and said "what did he say?"

( the first problem i encountered living in an expat community like dubai was the accent.  everyone has it’s own way of speaking english.  it’s not enough that u speak the language, u have to tune your ears too.  but u’l get used to it or just let them…say it again, please! )

27
Oct

REFLECTION

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"Reflection"

Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you’ll never know me
Every day
It’s as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What’s inside my heart
And be loved for who I am

Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don’t know?
Must I pretend that I’m
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

There’s a heart that must be
Free to fly
That burns with a need to know
The reason why

Why must we all conceal
What we think, how we feel?
Must there be a secret me
I’m forced to hide?
I won’t pretend that I’m
Someone else for all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?

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