Archive | July, 2009

Pens of Hope

20 Jul

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I am proud to be part of  Pens of  Hope Project. Please click the pictures to learn more about this project…  maybe you want to share your blessings as well.

Congratulations! Ms. N for a job well done!

Special thanks to my sister Ayin and my good friend Mhel… you guys are awesome. hehehe

Miss ko na si Kulet!

13 Jul

Mahirap magtrabaho sa ibang bansa malungkot lalo na sa isang Tanging Inang katulad ko…heheh but come to think of it… we’re lucky pa rin because of the new technology eg. internet (chat, e-mail), cellphone, … just imagine the life of previous OFW na sa sulat (snail mail) at madalang pa sa patak ng ulan na phone calls na aabangan mo pa sa mayamang kapitabhay lang ang gamit para makipagcommunicate sa mahal mo sa buhay. Naalala ko pa nung maliliit pa kme gumagawa pa kme ng voice tape para sa papa ko hehehe… nakakahiya palang magsalita  na wala kng kausap tapos si mama pa super korni pa ng mga pinagsasabi hahaha…

Almost everyday kausap ko ang daughter ko  tru voice chat but still i terribly miss her…i want to eat, sleep, play with her, i want to hug and kiss her when i see her crying even  for small things or just having her tantrums, i want to teach her when she’s having a hard time doing her homework.

But syempre i want the best for my daughter kaya  i chose  to work here in UAE sayang naman ang opportunity dito alam naman natin ang hirap ng buhay ngayon sa Pinas. I just hope and pray na sana next year magkakasama na kme.

Nakakalungkot lang sa madalas na  pag uusap namin ng anak ko hindi pwede hindi nya sasabihin ang mga ito:

  • Ma, pumasok ka na lng dyan sa webcam para totoo na lng kita nakikita at nakakusap.
  • Ma, bakit ka ba dyan pa nag ooffice eh pwede ka naman gumawa dito ng office may aircon naman si lola.
  • Ma, magtinda ka na lng ng halo halo dito sa atin katulad nung ibang mommy dito.
  • Ma, umuwi ka na ngayun na kunin mo yung maleta mo tapos pumunta ka na ng airport.
  • Ma, sabi nung classmate ko wala daw akong mama kase di ka nila nakikita.

Haaaayyyy… sana December na para makapagbakasyon na uli… I miss you bebe Kat!

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Ganito Kami Noon…

5 Jul

I don’t know who’s the original author of this article, just got it from  forwarded e-mail sent to me by one of my colleague.  As I read this article it reminded me of my childhood escapade and somehow wishes that my daughter and other kids  will also  experience the joy and excitement of  playing outside the house despite of the new technology (online games, PSP, Xbox etc.)

Here it goes:

TO ALL THE KIDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1950’s, 60′ s, 70’s and early 80’s !! First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us. While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, ate isaw, and didn’t worry about diabetes.

Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, pati na yung walker natin, matigas na kahoy din at wala pang gulong. We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads , sometimes wala pang preno yung bisikleta. As children, we would ride in hot un-airconditioned buses with wooden seats (yung JD bus na pula), or cars with no airconditioning & no seat belts (ngayon lahat may aircon na) Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat. (ngayon hindi na nakakakita ng kalabaw ang mga bata)

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle purchased from 711 ( minsan straight from the faucet or poso) We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this. Or contacted hepatitis. We ate rice with star margarine, drank raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank sofdrinks with real sugar in it (hindi diet coke), but we weren’t sick or overweight kasi nga……

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WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. Sarap mag patintero, tumbang preso , habulan at taguan. No one was able to reach us all day ( di uso ang cellphone , walang beepers ) . And yes, we were O.K. We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys (yung bearing ang gulong) or plywood slides out of scraps and then ride down the street , only to find out we forgot the brakes! After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (seweage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare & dirty hands .

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo’s, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no IPOD’s, no cell phones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters……. …

WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents. The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words..masakit ba ? pero pag galit yung kalaro mo,,,,ang sasabihin sa iyo..beh buti nga !

We played marbles (jolens) in the dirt , washed our hands just a little and ate dirty ice cream & fish balls. we were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs. We had to live with homemade guns ” gawa sa kahoy, tinali ng rubberband , sumpit , tirador at kung ano ano pa na puedeng makasakitan..pero masaya pa rin ang lahat. We made up games with sticks ( syatong ), and cans ( tumbang preso )and although we were told they were dangerous, wala naman tayong binulag o napatay paminsan minsan may nabubukulan lang.

We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them to jump out the window! Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment.

Wala yang mga childhood depression at damaged self esteem ek-ek na yan. Ang pikon, talo. Ang magulang ay nandoon lang para tignan kung ayos lang ang mga bata, hindi para makialam at makipag-away sa ibang parents. That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever!

They are the CEO’s, Engineers, Doctors and Military Generals of today. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had failure, success, and responsibility. We learned from our mistakes the hard way. You might want to share this with others who’ve had the luck to grow up as real kids. We were lucky indeed.