What do you mean “Only in the Philippines”?

This’s a circulated message/post/passage. And I hope the author won’t take it against me if I repost/share this to others. I share most feelings and thoughts with her. While I was watching the coverage of the hostage-taking, ang unang una kong naisip : PAANO NA ANG MGA PINOY SA HONGKONG AT SA BUONG MUNDO? Kung tayo mismong mga Pilipino nagalit sa kapwa natin Pilipino, imagine kung anong klaseng treatment ang matatanggap ng mga Pilipinong nagta-trabaho sa ibang bansa. Kawawa naman sila.

Let’s face the truth, bilang Pilipino napakahirap i-earn ang respeto ng ibang lahi di ba? Kahit yata ikamatay natin, hirap tayong kuhanin ang respeto at pagkilala ng ibang bansa, ng ibang lahi. Para bang kahit anong gawin natin, hindi kahit kailanman bubuti ang imahe ng isang Pinoy sa mundo. Kahit kung tututuusin ay marami tayong kontribusyon sa mundo, ipinagwawalang bahala lamang nila. Parang sa isang pagkakamali lang, nama-magnify ‘yong transagession natin. Wala na nga tayong kakampi kundi ang bawat isa, tayo tayo pa ang nagsisiraan. Hinihingi ng panahon ang pagkakaisa bilang isang nasyon. Ipakita natin sa mundo na bagamat nagkamali tayo, kaya nating umusad. Na hindi porke inamin natin na nagkamali tayo ay hahayaan nating api-apihin tayo. Tapos na ang mga panahong inapi tayo sa sarili nating bayan. Ipakita natin sa mundo na isa tayong buo at nagkakakaisang bansa, na sa kabila ng pagkakamali ay nagsisikap na umusad at ituwid ang kanilang buhay.

And when we become successful doing that, ibabahagi natin ang ating success story sa mundo.

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What do you mean “Only in the Philippines”?

by Trixie Cruz-Angeles on Wednesday, August 25, 2010 at 2:21am

When the smoke cleared and the bodies were counted, as Mendoza’s story slowly is spread to a visibly shaken nation, I am shattered by the vicious remarks brought to my doorstep courtesy of Facebook. I see words like “Only in the Philippines” and “nakakahiya tayo.”  Here are my countrymen, talking about themselves as though everything that had been done wrong at the Quirino Grandstand was a national trait, as though stupidity were possible only here and the only ones capable of it are Filipinos. And then, I remember with sadness that it is also my own countrymen, who, when seeing a beautiful place in the Republic say with awe, “Ang ganda dito, parang wala tayo sa Pilipinas!”

Of course P/Insp R. Mendoza comitted a criminal act. Of course the police officers and media persons and networks could have handled matters in a more sensitive and timely manner. But it also especially hurts when these mistakes are ascribed as national traits. Only in the Philippines daw. And only Filipinos could screw up this badly.

The vultures can’t resist jeering and insulting. Stupid media. Stupid cops. Stupid Mendoza. Stupid by-standers. The Filipino nation is stupid.

Excuse me?

Our ancestors believed in the concept of an afterlife when many other peoples of the world were still figuring out how to make stone tools. Our forebears crossed the Pacific years before the Vikings crossed the Atlantic. They cultivated rice when many others were still living in caves. They had the first revolution in Asia that united no less than three disparate linguistic groups through a leader named Diego Silang whose wife became his successor. This nation produced women leaders and warriors when much of Europe still considered the female gender as mere chattel. My country abolished slavery two hundred years ahead of the so called New World. My country, whose history and treasures remain mysteries to its own children, cannot and should not be defined by the mistakes of yesterday’s events

And we will not be defined by this tragedy. But we must learn from it. And the first lesson should and ought to be not to add any more hurt to a nation prostate with grief. So much blood ignites so much passion. But we can either flagellate ourselves until there is nothing left of our self esteem. Or we can turn this into an impetus for change. Real change.

So, I will mourn today. I will grieve for all the victims, yes Mendoza included. I will mourn for all the ignorance that makes an embarassing display of itself in times of crisis. I will mourn for the good men and women of the PNP who feel the brunt of the national outrage, but who will go to work tomorrow and still go after the bad guys, still keep us safe. I will mourn for media persons who must live with the effects of their live broadcasts.

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Pinoy Sensibilities

Pinoys in general are known to be friendly, giving and helpful. In fact, we live in the spirit of bayanihan everyday or at least every chance we got. We like extending help as much as we can, as much as out pockets and power can go.

But sometimes, people tend to forget self-reliance.

Naku, I was so pissed last week doon sa katabi ko sa jeep. I am not a BITCH, I really don’t like bickering and all. Mukha lang talaga akong mataray at maldita but I am the opposite (oo na sige na, minsan talga MABAIT ako). Kasi ba naman nakaupo ako sa likod ng driver and the girl was sitting beside me. Instead na iabot ang bayad sa driver aba iniabot sa akin na kulang na lang ipatong sa bag ko. As if I am her personal assistant. Have you observed sometimes, may ilang may edad na pasaherong kahit malayo sa driver e ipipilit iabot ‘yong bayad niya. But this girl was to tamad and really lacking sense. Ayaw igalaw ang kamay at kilikili para mag-stretch and was just looking at me the whole time as if annoyed! Gusto kong imagine-in ninyo ang scenario, baka kasi sabihin ninyonh nag-maldita ako nang wala sa lugar, katabi ko siya at nasa likod ako ng driver,sa tingin ninyo ba hindi  niya abot? Eh matangkad pa siya sa akin! And she’s not doing anything not to extend her arms at iabot ung bente poses niya sa driver.  So I said “Miss, masakit ang kili-kili mo at ayaw mo i-stretch?” So hindi ko talaga inabot ang money niya and she ended up handing it over to the driver, effortlessly, ngi hindi nga yata natanggal sa pagkakaipit sa tainga niya kahit isang strand ng hair na kanina niya pang sinusuklay nang magbayad siya nor made any adjustment sa upuan niya! So it signified one thing, kaya niya talgang iabot ung bayad. Okay sana kung nakisuyo siya like other passengers baka mapatawad ko pa, but no! Talagang literal na iniabot sa aking ung pera na kulang na lang ipatong talaga sa bag ko. KAPAL!!! At pagkabigay sa kaniya ng sukli, siya pa ang galit!

Kagaya nung one time na nag-aabang ako ng taxi kasi sobrang hirap sumakay. May humintong taxi sa harap ko tapos nung bubuksan ko na ‘yong taxi biglang may bumalya sa aking naka office girl outfit at sumakay. Another kapal move! So in-open ko ung door sabay sabi, “Natatae ka na ba Miss?” (sorry for the word pero sinabi ko talga un!)

Grabe, ang GMRC at Values Education ay part ng curiculum natin since 1st grade pero mukhang maraming nakalimot na.

Guilty din naman ako minsan, pero nunca akong magsimula ng gulo or commotion. Lagi lang akong reactive. I’m not naturally ill-tempered as well.

But in times like this, you need JUICY FRUIT GUM, hehehe…You just need to slap the truth straight on other people’s faces. Baka sakaling magising sila sa katotohanan.

I will be back

Nothing much happened in the last couple of months but I will be back to remedy that. I was born not to be a mediocare and definitely a loser, I was destined to be a victor, a winner, an achiever.

Lately, I lost my drive,any form of appetite or initiative to be a better person, to simply live better. Twas as if I lost all directions. Twas as if I was thrown in the middle and didn’t know how or when to start or bounce back.

But I set a self-evaluation and goal-setting day in the coming weeks. Still uncertain of the exact date though.

I am coming up with bigger plans.

More surprises, more highlights.

That’s all for now…