The No-Sports Me

FC Barcelona vs Real Madrid

FC Barcelona vs Real Madrid

I admit, I was never a Sports person. I remembered when my classmates in the University were all talking about their favorite Basketball Players and their favorite Basketball Teams, I was just sitting in one side shaking my head as I did not understand anything that I was hearing.

Nope, I never understood the concept of the game because I never had the chance to watch it on TV. You see, unlike my classmates and friends who lived with their Fathers and Brothers, I literally lived with my Grandmothers (my maternal grandmother, my maternal grandfather’s aunt, my maternal grandfather’s cousin). Yes, that will be three wisend old women in the house.

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Ako ay Pilipino…

A lot of Filipinos, I think, found my blog through Google because of Dr. Harwell’s love letter to the Filipinos. For that, I thank you kababayans.

I, myself, was blown away after reading that article. I immediately read pieces of it aloud to my fiancé
and he was smiling as I was trying to keep my voice from cracking and my eyes from welling up.
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Now, my colleagues will understand me more.

Pinoy Transplant in Iowa

(The following article was published in Manila Standard Today, in Diaspora section, on August 22, 2011)

Last month, a choir from the Adventist University of the Philippines—The Ambassadors—won the title “Choir of the World” in the 2011 Llangollen International Musical Eisteddfod in Wales, UK. This is the oldest and the most prestigious choir competition in the world. Last year’s winner was another Filipino choir, the University of Santo Tomas Singers. I could think of my possible links to both of these choirs, like my beloved alma mater, or my church affiliation, or being a choir member once, but nothing closer than just being a Filipino.

We know that Filipinos love to sing. If you give a man a guitar, whether in a barrio or in the city, he would sing the whole night and serenade the moon. In our culture, we sing when we court somebody, also called the “harana”…

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An article posted in the Diaspora Section of one of my country of origin’s local newspaper.
A reblog. Enjoy!!

Pinoy Transplant in Iowa

The following article was published in Manila Standard Today in their section Diaspora.

As a nation, we pride ourselves as the third largest English-speaking nation, though some will refute this claim. As I tell my American friends, that if they visit the Philippines,  they don’t have to worry of not being understood, as most Filipinos speak English. I also tell my friends they will never get lost – if they do, it’s their own fault. For example, there was this American tourist who asked a local: “How long does it take to Meykabeybi (Macabebe)?” The pinoy replied, with a confused look, “About nine months”.That’s an awfully far place, answered the American more confused than ever.

As a Filipino transplant to the US, I thought that I had an advantage over migrants from  other countries, as l already know how to speak English, even if English is not our native tongue…

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A Love Letter to Filipinos by Dr. David H. Harwell

I am writing to thank Filipinos for the way you have treated me here, and to pass on a lesson I learned from observing the differences between your culture and mine over the years.

I am an expatriate worker. I refer to myself as an OAW, an overseas American worker, as a bad joke. The work I do involves a lot of traveling and changing locations, and I do it alone, without family. I have been in 21 countries now, not including my own. It was fun at first. Now, many years later, I am getting tired. The Philippines remains my favorite country of all, though, and I’d like to tell you why before I have to go away again.
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