TAHALIA ST., Riyadh - From the four corners of the wall where I used to growl and howl in Dagupan City, Philippines, with the mic on and afternoon listeners of Pinoy Overseas…In a blink of an eye, I'm here working my senses in a Design Company in Saudi Arabia and its capital city Riyadh.

How come? It's like jumpin' into the sweeping and moving 70's song from the Little River Band…Cool Change…

Our Villa in Tahalia Street, Riyadh

7:30 am, I need to get up and fix everything for a 9:00 am work or else you will end up mumbling late in the morning. It's like a thunder-snatching rush hour every morning in the 3rd level of the villa where fellow kababayans dwell for a years of contract. We share in a two small common shower room, so the main rule of the house is to get physically early for you to access the toilet and so to take a warm bath in now so extremely cold days of December here in Riyadh, or perhaps do whatever your oracles in the morning as the sun rises in this strange land of abayas for us…

We share also in a not-so-spacious dirty kitchen…as in dirty with stinky sink, dirty-soaked floors, burned pots and scattered trashes on the carpet, where the cats are the core wrongdoers, looking for somethin' to nosh on their wintry and hungry bellies every night. But that's not the main course, the main event of the bout in our lives is to survive no matter where you are…no matter what's goin on…maybe that's the essence of not living the wild ways but the overseas ways.

Our pad on the rooftop

In more than two months now…I feel I need to go pack and back home like a common OFW anywhere in the world feels…rushin' to get back home most specially this Holiday ramp up. Certainly, thats a no-no move for me…I'm here to wrestle-win my three years of homesickness and pushin' myself trying to be enough comfortable here in Riyadh…though distance of miles and away from your loveones in 'Pinas.

I'm one of them…right? Now I must bear it in my hallucinating mind…I must go wherever they roam…I must follow their rules..For I'm not anymore their gigolo-ish kind of guy howlin' and growlin' with mic innside the radio booth with a sweet voice from a listener on the phone no more…though its a strange new life for me now…as I roam in more than 1.095 days…I must roll like a rolling hard stone and jump like an iron to survive…like them…doin' the OFW ways…