Nation of Servants

Heard about this article from Ninong Q.  HK writer Chip Tsao found Manila’s attempt to claim ownership of Spratly Islands as an insult to their race.

Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.

As expected, Filipino netizens here and abroad are passionately fighting the supposed “racism” of the former BBC reporter. HK magazine had to add a reminder on the page where the article was published as ballistic comments started coming in.

Please refrain from using profanity or making inappropriate comments. Comments will be disabled if profane or inappropriate comments continue. Please don’t ruin the discussion for everyone.

How did the article affect you?

My thoughts and comments below.

  • Hindi nga, puwede kang maging BBC reporter kung ganito ka magsulat?
  • Freedom of expression eh. Hindi natin puwede icensor si Sir.
  • Totoo naman diba? Nilalako natin ang ating human capital na parang kutsinta. Bakit tayo mao-offend kung sabihan tayong nation of servants?
  • Ayan, manggagalaiti na ang lahat ng pulitikong tatakbo sa susunod na eleksyon. Awww… patriotism. Heartt…
  • Kamukha ni Chip Tsao si Dr. Ang mula sa Shaider

Really now… Let’s not take ourselves too seriously.

Ang lahat ay naidadaan sa ligo.

Landline = Land Mine

Sa lahat ng ayoko, yung sasagot ng telepono sa bahay. Kasi hindi mo alam kung sino ang nasa kabilang linya. Kahit may caller ID, ayoko pa rin. Sa dami ng tumatawag sa bahay namin hindi mo na alam kung sino ang puwedeng bumulaga sa kabilang linya. Siguro childhood/pre-puberty/puberty trauma ito. Ang dami kasing epal na tumatawag sa bahay at ginagawang greeting ang mga killer lines na:

  • Mataba ka pa rin?
  • Magkano na ang suweldo mo?
  • Ipasok mo naman ako/kamag-anak/kapitbahay/kakilala riyan sa trabaho mo.
  • Ang yaman yaman mo na siguro.
  • Hirap na hirap nga kami ngayon sa buhay, di gaya niyo.

Siguro rin, likas lang akong anti-social sa totoong buhay. Sa opisina, napipilitan lang akong sumagot ng telepono dahil parte yun ng trabaho ko. Mayayari ako kapag may nagsabing hindi ako sumasagot ng desk phone.

Mga tatlong minuto na ang nakalipas. Hinugot ko ang kable ng telepono. May tawag nang tawag. Walang tao rito sa bahay kundi ako (at tulog ang isa kong kapatid). Natuturete ako sa makulit na kiriring. Isang mabilis na hugot lang ang solusyon. Hah.

I’m free. Sorry sa kung sinumang caller. Walang personalan. Quirk lang.

My Memory of You – Sexperian Days

From Facebook Notes:

Leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn’t matter if you knew me a little or a lot. Don’t send a message, leave a comment here. Next, re-post this in your notes and see how many people leave a memory about you. It’s actually pretty cool (and funny!!) to see the responses!

I like this. Sige sasagutin ko dito. Sa lahat ng mababanggit, know that you are missed.

Sexperian Days (non-disclosure ng account names eh!)

  • Danilo Magtowtow – ang ating SINGKIL hour, gagawin lahat para sa saves rate; ang aking pangako sa iyo na kapag nalungkot ka, papakitaan kita ng _____; sino ang binansagan nating MANOK? TIPAKLONG? LIBRARIAN? PUSIT? ; ang ating wonderful concept on the 13 articles of clothing para ma-inspire lahat ng bakla at babae na mag-retain ng cx;
  • CHORBELL – oh where are you? ang kampana na kinidnap ni Miss M___ dahil ayaw niya ng maingay
  • CP30 – Compost Pit 3.0 the dirtiest van alive; marumi pero sadyang maaasahan; pagbukas ng pinto, agos ang basura; sinulatan ni Kleyr sa likod ng “Huwag mag-alala, liliguin kita”; almusal sa dampa umabot ng meryenda tuloy tulog ako sa shift; thank you to Nipel Hilomen
  • Tatay Carlo – masarap ilips to lips sa bumbuman (mmmwwwah!);   napapatili namin ni Zhailyn at Kleyr at Paan kapag tinatry namin hulihin ang kanyang bird; ang make believe cordon walk for Mama Mels, kunwari artista si Mama Mels at kami ang mga bodyguard, hawak hawak kamay para hindi siya ma-mob ng mga fans; hirit  kay Mama Mels habang umuubo si Chantal “sige tangina ka buhay ka pa!”pakiusap kay Mama Mels “ilabas mo na kasi yang inner beauty na yan!”; sigaw sa floor “Bonostro umayos ka!”; trigeminal neuralgia;  hipon hipon hipon mahilig sa hipon; Mariah fan; jeans na bulaklakin katerno kay Moi; kayang sumigaw ng pabulong at sumipol gaya ng idol na si Mariah; probinsyanong sosyal – Laguna to Manila (and back) everyday; mahal naming impo
  • Mama Mels – Xiexie; Vic Zhou; slutty nails (parang pusang mangangalmot); kasama namin ni Paan sa Miko Moment etymology scene; natural na nakasimangot kahit masaya; notorious sa pamatay na mga YM handle;  birthday niya ang nakapuwersa kay Chino magsabi ng CHORVA; kumakain ba siya?; natutulog ba siya?; forever love team ni Tatay C; muntik mahimatay sa Kamias; may tagahatid na taxi papunta sa trabaho everyday; imbentor nung SAVES tracker; minsang naalukan ni Robitussin Girl ng salvation – pinagbabasa siya ng brochure; may puso siya, malaki
  • Jinandan – little Rascals; konyo talk; Ewww; let’s make gawa; pinakamaraming gimik sa team; makulay na bulletin boards; masarap na mga ulam; toyomansi; mga away with Mean Jean; naging Bisaya; nagmahal; nagmahal ulit, sana di magsawa; maldito; pwedeng lider ng unyon; rep pa lang nilabanan na ang no-aux policy kaya muntik na hindi sumikat (muntik lang); hindi nakakayosi na walang kendi; madaldal
  • Zhailyn – madalas paiyakin si Mama Mary dahil ang lakas magmura (pareho ni Kleyr); mahusay mag-make up; lakwatsera; umiinom hindi nalalasing; may kapatid na fairy; may nanay na masarap ka-text; nagbubunot ng kilay habang tumatanggap ng escalated calls; mahilig manipa ng likod ng upuan; “yosi tayo! release mo na yan!”; “anong may call? wala kang call!”; pinauupo ang mga masayahing bakla malapit sa station niya para raw ok ang shift; concealer lang ang katapat ng puyat
  • Dada C – may sa Nardong Putik; dumarating kung kelan naglalagay ng lipgloss si Nick, tulog si Mori or kumakain sa station si Kleyr; in response sa request na mag-leather pants siya para tumaas ang saves at morale “not buff na e”;

To be comtinued…

Facebook Newbie Forever

I have an account in FB.  I actually have three (I think) because it took a while for me to understand how the social monster works. To date, I am still having a hard time using it.

My difficulties as a Facebook veteran-newbie explains the mysterious activity/inactivity of my account. Here are some unsolicited explanations.

  1. Applications/Games – I have more than 50 invites for games and apps. Sorry, I just really don’t know how to use them. I am also not motivated to learn how to use them because I’m not crazy about FB.
  2. Wall Messages – I’m still a bit confused with this function so I have  not been religiously responding to messages.
  3. Notes/Blog-Like Entries/Tags – for quizzes, questions, etc. As with apps and games, I also don’t know how to use them. I’ve been reading your entries, but I cannot figure out how to respond to the questions myself.
  4. Invitations – I know that FB should not be taken seriously but my network is not a social climbing/career advancement/diplomacy haven. I have several pending invites and these are the possible reasons for why I have yet to accept your invite:
  • I haven’t been checking my account
  • I don’t know you
  • I know you, but I don’t like you
  • I know you by NAME but it’s not enough

So there… do you actually care?

😛

Birthday Bash and Updates

I turned 28 last Sunday. I am still pregnant. I miss blogging.

After the gelatinously-giddy entry, I had to make a decision: share or keep story from my OBGYN. My first choice was to not let her know about it. My OBGYN is extremely dedicated to the safety and well-being of her patients. This means that every irregularity that I reporty to her almost always brings me to the Emergency Room of a hospital that’s a 120-peso cab fare away from home. It also means no less than PhP 1,500 worth of emergency room and lab fees plus meds. She doesn’t charge for the visit – how can one hate her for being so caring? She just wants to make sure ALL THE TIME that the baby and the mother-to-be are safe. Anyways, at the end of the day, I decided to tell her that I think I’ve lost the magic plug. Her follow-up question was – any contractions? Oh no… Yes. Why can’t I lie?

With that, I was ordered to visit the wonderful place that is the ER. On the afternoon of my peaceful 28th birthday. On our way out of the house, I was greeted by… S U  R  P  R  I  S  E!!! The shouting was silenced by my declaration. Sorry family, we’re on our way to the hospital. I still feel guilty for not having the (social) presence of mind to invite my parents, sisters and uncle to come in for at least a glass of water. They ended up taking me and husband to the hospital.

I was hoping I’d give birth that day, kinda bad because Potling was just 34 weeks old then. It’s becoming more and more difficult to live life like a watermelon with legs. But it wasn’t time yet. Although… once again, just to be sure, I was ordered to go on bed rest.

I haven’t written anything since that fateful day. Mulai (our laptop) is always accessible but it just didn’t make sense to wirte and not publish right away. Naks. As if, I actually have readers. But seeing that my mental notepad is running out of space due to the things I’ve been wanting to write about, I’m giving in. I’m writing in notepad and leave the date of publishing to fate (that also means to the kindness of my husband’s heart – he is my link to the world).

As for Birthday Bash? My dear friends from work prepared a special dinner/snack for me and Mother D. Ninang Q was the mastermind and Josie Pussy was the accomplice. Everybody was thoughtful, sweet and kind that day. Hope I can give back the favor of contributing to surprise lunches/snacks/dinners for ALL of them when their birthdays come. One day, I’ll write about the special people in the event. For now, I’d end this entry with Josie Pussy’s public announcement during the event.

“We are the three mothers. I am Mother Josie. He’s Mother Domeng and she is the motherfucker.”

I love it when Pussy says that. It makes me feel great about myself. Don’t ask.

Ice Cream vs. Hot Flushes

I reached the peak of my preggy blues last night. For the record, no one must be blamed for these random rant items but hormones. I know how to address each one of these ugly emotions. I just felt them overpowering me last night as I was fighting back with spoonfuls of ice cream. I finished 800-ml of Selecta Coffee Crumble in less than thirty minutes. I think that means I won.

  • The house is a mess. I do not have the energy nor the fundamental ability to sweep and scrub. I cannot even see my feet
  • My feet and legs are swollen.
  • I am so heavy, I can barely move.
  • I am overweight.
  • Even when it’s freezing, I feel hot.
  • I can barely sleep at night (it doesn’t help that I perspire while I sleep/attempting to sleep).
  • I sleep at the wrong places and at the wrong times (at work!).
  • I am clumsier and klutz-ier than ever.
  • I am supposed to be on a diet but my cravings are domineering.
  • I am always hungry.
  • I am lousy.
  • My personal finances is in a state of calamity. I would have loved it if I was able to save at least P100K before I entered into marriage and motherhood.  In lieu of 100K, I entered marriage with high hopes, zero savings and inherited financial responsibility.
  • I am useless at work. A trainer who is not able to teach is as good as gone. I owe so many people so many apologies for the hassle of my workload falling on their plates.
  • I am running out of ideas to fill the weekly menu.
  • I want to try out new recipes but I do not have the energy nor time to shop for ingredients that are only available in supermarkets.
  • I cannot find time for the post-wedding paper work (SSS, Pag-IBIG, Philhealth, BIR, etc.) because I work from 8:30 AM to 5:30 PM. I must not go on leave.
  • My pregnancy-related problems are neverending. The stupid infection does not want to go away. Threatened abortion has become pre-term labor. Why can’t I have a normal pregnancy.
  • I don’t know what’s going to happen  after my maternity leave given that Potling will be in QC while we’re in Makati. I do not want to move back to QC because we both work in Makati. But I do not want a yaya too. What/who gives?
  • Old wounds are catching up on me. I loathe shouting and clutter.
  • Someone’s perenially making me feel bad about the happiness I found. I thought she’s lost that power over me, but I was wrong.
  • I miss being with my smoking friends.
  • I’m starting to hate the attention and attitude thrown my way by some people. Kayo na kaya ang magbuntis kung sobrang galing niyo pala.
  • I miss being able to make plans (for myself and my life) and being able to always execute as planned. It’s so difficult to live without plans.

I guess the last bullet is the root cause of all my evil thoughts and emotions. The spontaneity of life caught me unprepared. It sucks because now that valentine’s over, I don’t have any other excuse to feast on an 800-ml ice cream by myself until my birth-month comes.

Pesky-Vegan Ass

A colleague who has not had pork and beef in her diet for almost a year now  joined us during lunch. We’ll call her Vegan-Wannabe as her next goal in life is to become a hard core vegan. Let’s be clear about one thing – I don’t have anything against Vegan-Wannabe. In fact, I like her. I really do.

Back to lunch. My dear friend, who has not eaten pork nor beef for years,  and Vegan-Wannabe started talking about the politics of meat. Yes, they said that vegetarianism is no longer a simple health issue. It’s supposedly a political topic.

Vegan-Wannabe started sharing the spiritual factoids behind her desire to go full vegan. Her decision to ditch pork and beef was inspired by Kabbalah. Vegan-Wannabe and a friend attended a Kabbalah class and they were taught that one should do, and continuously do, something that is really difficult for one’s own tolerance (physical, emotional, etc.). She chose eating pork and beef as her “sacrifice.”  After Kabbalah, she chanced upon a book that calls for a halt in violence and cruelty towards animals by NOT EATING THEM. Chicken, pig, cows, fish… they feel pain when they are caught, butchered, cooked. The proposition is simple. People must not commit any acts of violence and cruelty to anything that they will eat.

Blame it on hormones but I just found these “ideas” ridiculous. I know, I know… please excuse the non-tolerance for opposing ideas. But I must confess. I turned into an ass and started asking questions with big screaming WTF! lines on my forehead.

When you prepare your veggies before cooking, aren’t you being violent?

Cutting, peeling, slicing, dicing – aren’t these acts of violence and cruelty?

When you put a carrot in a food processor, isn’t that an act violence?

Vegan-Wannabe said that pigs, cows, chicken and fish have brains and therefore they feel PAIN.

Me: How do you know that they feel pain?

Vegan-Wannabe: They make noise.

Me: Fishes don’t make noise.And how do you know that the carrot in the food processor is not in pain?

At this point, I managed to secretly yell at me to stop being an ass. I just quipped that I I will just apologize to all the pigs and cows of the world after every sumptuous meal.

Sorry Vegan-Wannabe.

I guess… the world is not meant for someone as beautiful as you. Haha. Ooops. Sorry.