Archive for March, 2009

“Maid in Philippines.”

Filipinos around the globe are raising hell upon reading the column “The War at Home” written by Mr.Tsao in a Hongkong Magazine online. The column states As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.”  referring to Philippines as the nation and Filipinos as the servants.

While Philippines disputed China over the ownership of the Spratly Islands, Mr. Tsao launched his tirade against Philippines to his filipina maid. He warned her sternly that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China. The poor maid who has nothing in mind but to earn an honest and decent living is now absorbing all the abuses of her master.

My sympathy goes to the maid for having a morose and a bonker employer. Mr.Tsao is just another person we met from everywhere. Haughty, racist, and a hostile boss. He can state his words about the Spratly Islands dispute but hitting Philippines at the expense of our fellow Filipina working on his bailiwick is below the belt. He’s acted like a child denied of a candy thus throwing his tantrums to the minority of his group. 

This issue unfazed me anyway. This is just a trifling matter need not be discussed nationwide. What actually disturbs me  is the issue under its surface. Why this malicious blatherings and misconceptions to Filipinos happen always?

In retrospect, The Oxford English dictionary has once defined FILIPINA word as maid. Then followed by a Greek dictionary with a similar definition of the FILIPINEZA word.

Darn! even if we howl loud that the meaning of FILIPINO is NOT domestic helper and/or slave. Even if we protest for a correction or demand a public apology for insulting the nation because they changed the definition of the word FILIPINO, the truth remains that the reason why they define us as such is the image we depicted to the world. Philippines produce more servants than leaders. More lowly ‘prone to abuse’ works than legitimate professionals.

Even if we educate Mr. Tsao and the rest of the world that we have a better  Manny Pacquiao than their weed smoker Michael Phelps.That it’s better to export efficient hard working filipino servants than their best melamine milk in the country produced by their fellow Chinese who pleaded guilty on the criminal charges against them thus officially calling  ”these” Chinese as criminals.  Maid is a better tag name than criminals though. Still, It’s no use to argue.

These are just water under the bridge. The real issue is very simple. We are enraged  hearing people maligned our nation but we didn’t see the logic of it. The causal connection is obvious. We are known as the nation of servants per Mr.Tsao’s opinion is because almost all domestic helpers around the world came from Philippines. Ergo, IF we produce more prosperous professionals working abroad then we need not disseminate information helplessly that FILIPINO word doesn’t mean domestic helper but an inhabitant of Philippines. It will correct the misconceptions by itself. Furthermore, we wouldn’t be pointing our fingers to anyone whom to blame. Action speaks louder than words as always.

Filipinas who worked as domestic helpers are extra ordinary, independent, empowered women. Against the meager income, they still strived to work abroad to sustain family’s needs. Kudos to these women. It’s unfair to let them feel that filipinos are embarrassed by being defined of their job description.

Mr. Tsao’s column though is not actually detrimental. It’s inspirational. It’s a challenge. A wake-up call for Philippines to educate these women into their highest potentials. We might as well stop stooping to Mr.Tsao’s level and start pondering matters productive to filipinos.

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Friendster is a friendship buster.

It is not true that Friendster builds bridges only, it does burn bridges too!

I have a long lost friend whom I found in friendster. She was my bestfriend in highschool. She has this snob-sweetness streak that’s kindof confusing. We seem to be on in an opposite poles (i just realized that now) She’s highly reticent while i’m shamelessly frank and with my innate charm and sarcasm too, we got along. She’s indeed a beauty. Pointed nose, brown eyes, voluptuous lips that seems beckoning someone. You could use her face as a bait. Put her on the hook and male populace will snap her.

In retrospect, We did had bunch of laughters when we were together and petty squabbles that were amusing. Together we decided to have our first relationships. We sneaked out from school and ran and played in their lush green farm like kids. We really had great time together not until I went to College and found new friends. Then I was abducted by an alien from outer space and He incubated me for almost a decade, got two kids.. and finally haven’t heard about her anymore.

Then the ever-resourceful Friendster came. I saw her profile last year. I can’t help but to bombard her page with greetings, comments and messages. I told her how happy I am to see her and I miss her and all the fun and joys we had in high school. I religiously visited her page to the extent of almost stalking her. I broadcasted to our common friends that I’ve found her Friendster profile.

Then one day, it’s strange that I didn’t receive any friendster updates of her anymore. So, I went for the hunt. Maybe she changed her name? Maybe I accidentally deleted her on my list?  or barred? or MAYBE, I’m the one who’s being deleted? Oh why?!  and reality struck and says, Yes, It is true. I’m  blocked!

I’m nonplussed! Have I done wrong to be blocked? I’m maybe the most misinterpreted person one will ever know. However, I’m sure I’m being extra careful with my words now to be understood clearly. I followed friendship’s golden rule, the ethnic of reciprocity “ Do not do unto others what you do not have them do unto you. “ 

Post script:

“I just don’t care if you still have your snob-sweetness streak or you’re more confused now or if you’ve changed your gender preference now. I respect your decision and privacy. I hurts me to know that you’re not considering me as good enough to trust all your flaws.”

I’ve lost friends some by death…

                       others by sheer inability to cross the street.

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In love and War.

 ROY G BIV the rainbow colors. It has red, orange, green, blue, indigo and violet. When you are in love, the rainbow colors of love are splashing on the rosy road, warmth of the sunny day and freshness of the cloudy sky. Face is dressed with a plastered smile. You look great and you feel good. No bad news seem to affect you. You are single minded on what you feel. You are enchanted. You are possessed. You are indeed,  in Love.

Then, for some reason, love petered out. Colors vanished. The rainbow had left you with colors violet, blue and bloody red… plus, concussions and contusions, worst.. sutures and fractures. Because your lover had savaged you. Hell! you’ve saved your neck from the harshness of the outside world and here, the one who’s supposed to protect and taking care of is attacking you?!

Rihanna was in love, Yes! but loving oneself first and foremost is the essential test in determining your capabilities to love others and sure she had failed it by coming back to Mr.Brown’s arms. This love-battery affair of Rihanna and Chris Brown impinges my nerve, for I had a first-hand experience on this. Such ferocity of passion should be veered to right direction if only true love exists. As Rihanna sang on her famous Umbrella song..Took an oath,  stick it out till the end.. That no matter what happens, she will cling to her lover with her utmost ability. I know this is absurd but women can get used to the most vicious men, in time, and soon be reconciled thinking that it’s their fate to be a battered GF or wife. They even blamed their selves why they’re being hit!

I’ve heard vows of love like.. ‘Till death do us part.. or in sickness and in health..so on and so forth. If this is the sickness of my lover, He would better go to hell alone and does the rehabilitating there. I’ll break the freakin vow when he breaks my neck. Though I knew there are some good men who obliviously did bad things. It’s still safe to be away from those kind.

It’s not that I’m a feminist, but I see a minutiae of difference between Men and Women. Emotionally, men and women are perfect match for a melee. When man womanizes obviously the woman is hurt. When the woman does the infidelity, the man is hurt too.  :)  We are equal in emotion. We both can cause pain emotionally. Though the extent of pain varies to some men. Some hurt more coz  their machoism was impaired.

Physically, Our difference with men is, They have strong fists and we have long chic finger nails. That’s why we knew that to rumble with a man is a big mistake.

So why the hell, this barbaric passionate brawl often happens to any love relationships?  Do men think that we could give a fair fight with them? Do they took advantage of our feebleness? That they could punch women whenever they like to because they’re enrage with our gibbering?

Cease being daft woman! Whoever you are Rihanna alike, a piece of unsolicited advice. Be sharp enough never to pick a physical fight with a man. Stay away from this kind of species. Men like Chris Brown are not worthy for another manicure. Nor worthy to be loved.

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