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Buhay Amerika (Life in America) From a Filipino Immigrant
3907 days
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Lahat ng sinabi niya nakakatuwa at TOTOO!!!
Akala ng mga tao na nasa Pilipinas kapag nasa America ka akala nila madami ka ng pera. Ang totoo , madami
kang utang , dahil credit card lahat ang gamit mo sa pagbili mo ng mga gamit mo. Kailangan mo gumamit ng credit card para magka-credit history ka , kase pag hindi ka umutang o wala kang utang , hindi ka pagkakatiwalaan ng mga kano . Pag wala kang credit card , ibig sabihin wala kang kapasidad magbayad.
Akala nila mayaman ka na kase may kotse ka na. Ang totoo , kapag hindi ka bumili ng kotse sa America
maglalakad ka ng milya-milya sa ilalim ng init ng araw o kaya sa snow. Walang jeepney , tricycle o padyak sa America …
Akala nila masarap ang buhay dito sa America .. Ang totoo , puro ka trabaho kase pag di ka nagtrabaho , wala kang pangbayad ng bills mo sa kotse , credit
card , ilaw , tubig , insurance , bahay at iba pa. Hindi ka na pwedeng tumambay sa kapitbahay kase busy din sila
maghanap buhay pangbayad ng bills nila.
Akala nila masaya ka kase nagpadala ka ng picture mo sa Disneyland , Seaworld , Six Flags , Universal Studios at iba
pang attractions. Ang totoo , kailangan mo ngumiti kase nagbayad ka ng $70+ para makarating ka dun , kailangan mo na naman ang 10 hours na sweldo mong
pinangbayad sa ticket.
Akala nila malaki na ang kinikita mo kase dolyar na sweldo mo. Ang totoo , malaki pagpinalit mo ng peso , pero
dolyar din ang gastos mo sa America . Ibig sabihin ang dolyar mong kinita sa presyong dolyar mo din gagastusin.
Ang P15.00 na sardinas sa Pilipinas $1.00 sa America , ang isang pakete ng sigarilyo sa pilipinas P40.00 , sa
America $ 6.50 , ang upa mo sa bahay na P10 , 000 sa Pilipinas , sa America $1 , 000++.
Akala nila buhay milyonaryo ka na kase ang ganda ng bahay at kotse mo. Ang totoo milyon ang utang mo. Ang bago mong kotse 5 taon mong huhulugan. Ang bahay 30 taon mong huhulugan. Ibig sabihin , alipin ka ng bahay at kotse mo.
Madaming naghahangad na makarating sa America .. Lalo na mga nurses , mahirap maging normal na manggagawa sa Pilipinas. Madalas pagod ka sa trabaho. Pag dating ng sweldo mo , kulang pa sa pagkain mo. Pero ganun din sa ibang bansa katulad ng America ….
Hindi ibig sabihin dolyar na ang sweldo mo , yayaman ka na , kailangan mo ding magbanat ng buto para mabuhay ka sa ibang bansa.
Isang malaking sakripisyo ang pag alis mo sa bansang pinagsilangan at malungkot iwanan ang mga mahal mo sa buhay.Hindi pinupulot ang pera dito o pinipitas. Hindi ako naninira ng pangarap , gusto ko lang buksan ang bintana ng katotohanan
Ang bottom line para sa akin ay
THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME ,
PHILIPPINES MY PHILIPPINES ,
BABALIK KA RIN PAGTANDA MO AT DUON MO UUBUSIN ANG NATITIRA SA BUHAY MO SA ATING BANSANG SINILANGAN.
Pero pag retired ka na at dala mo dolyar mo sa Pilipinas mas maganda lalo kung palainum ka ng kape. Dun sa Pinas, voice activated ang coffee maker. Mag salita ka lang ng “Inday, kape nga dyan!” Lumalapit ang kape sa iyo at alam na alam pa nga timpla mo!
Anong masasabi mo kabayan….. …totoo di ba?
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A beautiful Story
01129 days
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I received an email from one of our friends in Taekwondo and found this article good for sharing. This story wasn’t quite eyecathing but what I do like about this was its final poem. Enjoy 
The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn, arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service on Christmas Eve.
They worked hard, repairing pews, plastering walls, painting, etc, and on December 18 were ahead of schedule and just about finished.
On December 19 a terrible tempest – a driving rainstorm hit the area and lasted for two days.
On the 21st, the pastor went over to the church. His heart sank when he saw that the roof had leaked, causing a large area of plaster about 20 feet by 8 feet to fall off the front wall of the sanctuary just behind the pulpit, beginning about head high.
The pastor cleaned up the mess on the floor, and not knowing what else to do but postpone the Christmas Eve service, headed home.
On the way home he noticed that a local business was having a flea market type sale for charity so he stopped in. One of the items was a beautiful, handmade, ivory colored, crocheted tablecloth with exquisite work, fine colors and a Cross embroidered right in the center. It was just the right size to cover up the hole in the front wall. He bought it and headed back to the church.
By this time it had started to snow. An older woman running from the opposite direction was trying to catch the bus. She missed it. The pastor invited her to wait in the warm church for the next bus 45 minutes later.
She sat in a pew and paid no attention to the pastor while he got a ladder, hangers, etc., to put up the tablecloth as a wall tapestry. The pastor could hardly believe how beautiful it looked and it covered up the entire problem area.
Then he noticed the woman walking down the center aisle. Her face was like a sheet. “Pastor,” she asked, “where did you get that tablecloth?” The pastor explained. The woman asked him to check the lower right corner to see if the initials EBG were crocheted into it there. They were. These were the initials of the woman, and she had made this tablecloth 35 years before, in Austria. The woman could hardly believe it as the pastor told how he had just gotten the Tablecloth. The woman explained that before the war she and her husband were well-to-do people in Austria. When the Nazis came, she was forced to leave. Her husband was going to follow her the next week. He was captured, sent to prison and never saw her husband or her home again.
The pastor wanted to give her the tablecloth; but she made the pastor keep it for the church. The pastor insisted on driving her home, that was the least he could do. She lived on the other side of Staten Island and was only in Brooklyn for the day for a housecleaning job.
What a wonderful service they had on Christmas Eve. The church was almost full. The music and the spirit were great. At the end of the service, the pastor and his wife greeted everyone at the door and many said that they would return.
One older man, whom the pastor recognized from the neighborhood continued to sit in one of the pews and stare, and the pastor wondered why he wasn’t leaving. The man asked him where he got the tablecloth on the front wall because it was identical to one that his wife had made years ago when they lived in Austria before the war and how could there be two tablecloths so much alike. He told the pastor how the Nazis came, how he forced his wife to flee for her safety and he was supposed to follow her, but he was arrested and put in a prison. He never saw his wife or his home again all the 35 years in between.
The pastor asked him if he would allow him to take him for a little ride. They drove to Staten Island and to the same house where the pastor had taken the woman three days earlier. He helped the man climb the three flights of stairs to the woman’s apartment, knocked on the door and he saw the greatest Christmas reunion he could ever imagine.
True Story – submitted by Pastor Rob Reid
Who says God does not work in mysterious ways?
I asked the Lord to bless you
as I prayed for you today,
to guide you and protect you
as you go along your way.
His love is always with you,
His promises are true,
and when we give Him all our cares you know
He will see us through.
So when the road you’re traveling on
seems difficult at best..
Just remember I’m here praying and God will do the rest.
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People call them “Jejemons”
01136 days
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What’s with those so called jejemons that they already invaded online stream? Are those new breeds of pokemon which Ash is addicted to?
Less than one week that I first saw few ads, pictures, fan pages about jejemons. Few hours past my friend tagged me on her documentary about this freakin’ Filipino-cult kiddos. If I am not mistaken this was one of their topic on their FIDLAR subject.
What I can say about
Honestly, I do know some kiddos who were sporting this kind of language [insert a better term for it]. And I do publicly say that I am pissed off with this kind of statement. Jejemon people, are you calling this your fashion statement? harhar! Funny yeah? People who sport this ruins our own language which is Filipino. Sporting that is an issue for it doesn’t help you nor I in building communication. What a rubbish way of communication, prolonging your words putting w,s,h with those rollerCoAstER annoying cases. It is not proper and it annoys alot of people.
With our world today, mobile messaging ate billions of population and that every man statistically have one-three mobile phones active on their pocket. It is now easy to converse with people around the globe. Imagine farmers/fishermen can market their produce without having a sweat with just a press of a button, sending SMS to their prospect buyers. And you people doing such rubbish statement, ruining communication? What the?!
We can write messages as clear as possible, that is why it is called SMS which means short message service for SMS is created to send messages in as short way as possible. Same sentiment to those people who were abbreviating their messages that Germans can understand what you are saying. Germans don’t have vowels right? If they do only a few.
Message
To those “jejemons” out in the wild and to those who keeps on abbreviating words that no person can actually read your message, please.. please change how you deal with it. Thank you. You are not contributing, you are actually ruining.
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