I found this article from Astig Pinoy in Iraq blog site... and I found it very interesting. Since ako rin ang editor dun on some of the posted items, as per request ni Astig Jhim hehehehe! kinuha ko na rin with permission of course....we might not have been fully aware of the time this artcle is telling, pero baka ipinanganak na tayo sa mga panahong ito... ako ay Martial Law baby e...
It is really touching and I wish the old times would come back to bless us all Filipino.. maybe too impossible already.
After reading... my comment? KAYA PA NATIN!
Here it goes! (un-edited)
Cry of Juan Dela Cruz
This Letter is forwarded to me by my friend also an OFW in Iraq and thought of sharing it with you I find it amazing so simple life back then.
My Fellow Filipinos,When I was small, the Philippine peso was P7 to the US$. The president was Diosdado Macapagal. Life was simple. Life was easy. My father was a farmer. My mother kept a small sari-sari store where our neighbours bought sang-perang asin (1cent salt), sang-perang bagoong (1cent shrimp sauce), sang-perang suka (1cent vinegar), sang-perang toyo (1cent dried small fish) at pahinging isang butil na bawang (with free one clove garlic). Our backyard had kamatis (tomatoes), kalabasa, talong, ampalaya, upo, batao, (these are local vegetables) and okra. Our farm had chickens, pigs, dog, and cat. And of course, we lived on the farm. During rainy season, my father caught frogs at night which my mother made into stuffed frog, or just plain fried. During the day, he caught hito (catfish) and dalag from his rice paddies, which he would usually inihaw.During dry season, we relied on the chickens, vegetables, bangus, tuyo, and tinapa (all local fish). Every now and then, there was pork and beef from the town market. Life was so peaceful, so quiet, no electricity, no TV. Just the radio for Tia Dely, Roman Rapido, Tawag ng Tanghalan and Tang-tarang-tang.And who can forget Leila Benitez on Darigold Jamboree? On weekends, I played with my neighbours (who were all my cousins). Tumbang-preso, taguan, piko, luksong lubid, patintero (all local games), at iba pa. I don't know about you, but I miss those days.These days, we face the TV, Internet, e-mail, newspaper, magazine, grocery catalogue, or drive around. The peso is a staggering and incredible P47 to the US$. Most people can't have fun anymore. Life has become a battle. We live to work. Work to live. Life is not easy. I was in Saudi Arabia in 1983. It was lonely, difficult, & scary. It didn't matter if you were a man or a woman. You were a target for rape. The salary was cheap & the vacation far between. If the boss didn't want you to go on holiday, you didn't. They had your passport. Oh, and the agency charged you almost 4 months of your salary (which, if you had to borrow on a "20% per month arrangement" meant your first year's pay was all gone before you even earned it).The Philippines used to be one of the most important countries in Asia. Before & during my college days, many students from other Asian countries like Malaysia, Indonesia, Japan and China went to the Philippines to get their diplomas. Until 1972, like President Macapagal, President Marcos was one of the most admired presidents of the world. The Peso had kept its value of P7 to the $dollar until I finished college.Today, the Philippines is famous as the "housemaid" capital of the world. It ranks very high as the "cheapest labour" capital of the world, too. We have maids in Hong Kong , labourers in Saudi Arabia , dancers in Japan, migrants and TNTs in Australia and the US, and all sorts of other "tricky" jobs in other parts of the globe. Quo Vadis, Pinoy? Is that a wonder or a worry? Are you proud to be a Filipino, or does it even matter anymore? When you see the Filipino flag and hear the Pambansang Awit, do you feel a sense of pride or a sense of defeat & uncertainty? If only things could change for the better....... Hang on for this is a job for Superman. Or whom do you call? Ghostbusters. Joke. Right?This is one of our problems.We say "I love the Philippines .. I am proud to be a Filipino." Words is not enough and never will be..I want to help the maids in Hong Kong .. I want to help the labourers in Saudi Arabia .. I want to help the dancers in Japan .. I want to help the TNTs in America and Australia ...I want to save the people of the Philippines .. But I cannot do it alone. I need your help and everyone else's.If you say you love the Philippines , prove it. And if you don't agree with me, say something anyway. Let's exchange ideas on how to achieve the above. You are bound to have ideas that never even entered my mind or you might hear something that you never thought of before. Indifference, especially among Filipinos and the situation in the Philippines, is a crime by itself.Juan Delacruz :(
How true and it hurts..
This Letter is forwarded to me by my friend also an OFW in Iraq and thought of sharing it with you I find it amazing so simple life back then.
My Fellow Filipinos,When I was small, the Philippine peso was P7 to the US$. The president was Diosdado Macapagal. Life was simple. Life was easy. My father was a farmer. My mother kept a small sari-sari store where our neighbours bought sang-perang asin (1cent salt), sang-perang bagoong (1cent shrimp sauce), sang-perang suka (1cent vinegar), sang-perang toyo (1cent dried small fish) at pahinging isang butil na bawang (with free one clove garlic). Our backyard had kamatis (tomatoes), kalabasa, talong, ampalaya, upo, batao, (these are local vegetables) and okra. Our farm had chickens, pigs, dog, and cat. And of course, we lived on the farm. During rainy season, my father caught frogs at night which my mother made into stuffed frog, or just plain fried. During the day, he caught hito (catfish) and dalag from his rice paddies, which he would usually inihaw.During dry season, we relied on the chickens, vegetables, bangus, tuyo, and tinapa (all local fish). Every now and then, there was pork and beef from the town market. Life was so peaceful, so quiet, no electricity, no TV. Just the radio for Tia Dely, Roman Rapido, Tawag ng Tanghalan and Tang-tarang-tang.And who can forget Leila Benitez on Darigold Jamboree? On weekends, I played with my neighbours (who were all my cousins). Tumbang-preso, taguan, piko, luksong lubid, patintero (all local games), at iba pa. I don't know about you, but I miss those days.These days, we face the TV, Internet, e-mail, newspaper, magazine, grocery catalogue, or drive around. The peso is a staggering and incredible P47 to the US$. Most people can't have fun anymore. Life has become a battle. We live to work. Work to live. Life is not easy. I was in Saudi Arabia in 1983. It was lonely, difficult, & scary. It didn't matter if you were a man or a woman. You were a target for rape. The salary was cheap & the vacation far between. If the boss didn't want you to go on holiday, you didn't. They had your passport. Oh, and the agency charged you almost 4 months of your salary (which, if you had to borrow on a "20% per month arrangement" meant your first year's pay was all gone before you even earned it).The Philippines used to be one of the most important countries in Asia. Before & during my college days, many students from other Asian countries like Malaysia, Indonesia, Japan and China went to the Philippines to get their diplomas. Until 1972, like President Macapagal, President Marcos was one of the most admired presidents of the world. The Peso had kept its value of P7 to the $dollar until I finished college.Today, the Philippines is famous as the "housemaid" capital of the world. It ranks very high as the "cheapest labour" capital of the world, too. We have maids in Hong Kong , labourers in Saudi Arabia , dancers in Japan, migrants and TNTs in Australia and the US, and all sorts of other "tricky" jobs in other parts of the globe. Quo Vadis, Pinoy? Is that a wonder or a worry? Are you proud to be a Filipino, or does it even matter anymore? When you see the Filipino flag and hear the Pambansang Awit, do you feel a sense of pride or a sense of defeat & uncertainty? If only things could change for the better....... Hang on for this is a job for Superman. Or whom do you call? Ghostbusters. Joke. Right?This is one of our problems.We say "I love the Philippines .. I am proud to be a Filipino." Words is not enough and never will be..I want to help the maids in Hong Kong .. I want to help the labourers in Saudi Arabia .. I want to help the dancers in Japan .. I want to help the TNTs in America and Australia ...I want to save the people of the Philippines .. But I cannot do it alone. I need your help and everyone else's.If you say you love the Philippines , prove it. And if you don't agree with me, say something anyway. Let's exchange ideas on how to achieve the above. You are bound to have ideas that never even entered my mind or you might hear something that you never thought of before. Indifference, especially among Filipinos and the situation in the Philippines, is a crime by itself.Juan Delacruz :(
How true and it hurts..
Quotes by our two Famous Madam President
The Filipino, crises and all, is truly worth living and dying for."-
Gloria Arroyo
“My biggest disappointment was, of course, the coup attempts, ... The economy was proceeding very well, but in 1989 we had the most serious coup attempt and ... many of the investors who were set to come here had to tell me that they chose to go to other countries because of the uncertainty brought about by (the coup attempt.) If that had not happened, I'm sure our economy would just be booming today ...”
Pres. Corazon Aquino
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