05 July 2008

Imagine A World Without Filipinos

*Originally published in Arab News on June 16, 2008, it's in today's (July 6, '08) issue of Philippine Daily Inquirer. Read on...


Imagine a world without Filipinos
Abdullah Al-Maghlooth Al-Watan, almaghlooth@alwatan.com.sa
Monday 16 June 2008 (11 Jumada al-Thani 1429)

Muhammad Al-Maghrabi became handicapped and shut down his flower and gifts shop business in Jeddah after his Filipino workers insisted on leaving and returning home. He says: "When they left, I felt as if I had lost my arms. I was so sad that I lost my appetite."

Al-Maghrabi then flew to Manila to look for two other Filipino workers to replace the ones who had left. Previously, he had tried workers of different nationalities but they did not impress him. "There is no comparison between Filipinos and others," he says. Whenever I see Filipinos working in the Kingdom, I wonder what our life would be without them.

Saudi Arabia has the largest number of Filipino workers — 1,019,577 — outside the Philippines. In 2006 alone, the Kingdom recruited more than 223,000 workers from the Philippines and their numbers are still increasing. Filipinos not only play an important and effective role in the Kingdom, they also perform different jobs in countries across the world, including working as sailors. They are known for their professionalism and the quality of their work.

Nobody here can think of a life without Filipinos, who make up around 20 percent of the world’s seafarers. There are 1.2 million Filipino sailors.

So if Filipinos decided one day to stop working or go on strike for any reason, who would transport oil, food and heavy equipment across the world? We can only imagine the disaster that would happen.

What makes Filipinos unique is their ability to speak very good English and the technical training they receive in the early stages of their education. There are several specialized training institutes in the Philippines, including those specializing in engineering and road maintenance. This training background makes them highly competent in these vital areas.

When speaking about the Philippines, we should not forget Filipino nurses. They are some 23 percent of the world’s total number of nurses. The Philippines is home to over 190 accredited nursing colleges and institutes, from which some 9,000 nurses graduate each year. Many of them work abroad in countries such as the US, the UK, Saudi Arabia, the United Arab Emirates, Kuwait and Singapore.

Cathy Ann, a 35-year-old Filipino nurse who has been working in the Kingdom for the last five years and before that in Singapore, said she does not feel homesick abroad because "I am surrounded by my compatriots everywhere." Ann thinks that early training allows Filipinos to excel in nursing and other vocations. She started learning this profession at the age of four as her aunt, a nurse, used to take her to hospital and ask her to watch the work. "She used to kiss me whenever I learned a new thing. At the age of 11, I could do a lot. I began doing things like measuring my grandfather’s blood pressure and giving my mother her insulin injections," she said.

This type of early education system is lacking in the Kingdom. Many of our children reach the university stage without learning anything except boredom.

The Philippines, which you can barely see on the map, is a very effective country thanks to its people. It has the ability to influence the entire world economy.

We should pay respect to Filipino workers, not only by employing them but also by learning from their valuable experiences.

We should learn and educate our children on how to operate and maintain ships and oil tankers, as well as planning and nursing and how to achieve perfection in our work. This is a must so that we do not become like Muhammad Al-Maghrabi who lost his interest and appetite when Filipino workers left his flower shop.

We have to remember that we are very much dependent on the Filipinos around us. We could die a slow death if they chose to leave us.

26 June 2008

Kum ba yah!

Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone's laughing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's laughing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's laughing, Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone's crying, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's crying, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's crying, Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!
Someone's singing, Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!

Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
Kum ba yah, my Lord, kum ba yah!
O Lord, kum ba yah!



*circling around bonfire as the night wind crept though our bodies, we sung this song during Boy Scout days.... Wheew! Memories!

25 June 2008

For you, a thousand times over!


The above is the resounding line of this international bestseller of Khaled Hosseini. If there would be anything good typhoon Frank had caused, it was that it made me stay home that rainy, floody Sunday and have me the grand time finishing ‘The Kite Runner’.

Kite Runner is a riveting, moving account of an Afghan life from its pre-Soviet splendor, to Russian domination, until the present Taliban rule. It puts face of the lives affected, I mean ravaged, by the always ill-causing war. It was like getting into the world and the lives of the war-torn Afghanis I only sigh whenever they take a slot of CNN or BBC news. While the novel is fictitious, it can never be far from being real. Amir and Hassan can just be anyone among the best of friends who tire themselves of playing, who love climbing trees, and enjoy kite tournaments. It would be easy for me to believe it’s a memoir of Amir, or any Afghan for that matter, who might be somewhere out there, exuding the prize of atonement after years of evading responsibility he should have carried long before. Some scenes were like my experiences when I was young (and probably yours too). Only that Afghanistan can never be anything like any other place on earth.

The message is universal, the effect is personal. I do have halts along my way to the last leaf of the book, that for me to give way for air to pass through my lungs and to hide those drops; they call it tears, which threatened to fall from my eyes at any time. I did not wonder why Tita Phoebe kept recommending for me to read it, more than watching its movie version (which she has watched too). She’s right; it was not like any of my reading experience.

20 June 2008

My days back there...

Today marked my 2nd week since I went home for my, how would I call it – I don’t want it to be called ‘vacation’ for that would be underestimation and ‘respite’ is such an overused word here. Perhaps, as my mind drifts t the same time, basks on my moments back there, carefree, at home; I am yet to find an exact word to construe my grand days back home. I don’t have to pin point the changes for there have been many, I cannot muster. It’s just two weeks but spending it with my family and my friends/cousins has a lifetime effect worthy enough for a melodramatic me to dig over and over again.

I should not forget May 22 to June 6, and the year is 2008 - where every minute feels every bit special. Blame it to my yearly-only moments at home. I had to seize my days and every second of those days – although it involves a good share of dozing off to sleep (my sister commented I am, as always, ‘takaw tulog’). I saw before my eyes how my nephew, Kyle, started his first steps and plays that naked Barbie doll of my niece (his cousin), Keumy, pulling the poor doll’s hands and slanting the its legs. Anyway, he has done that innocently, it’s only us who attributed anything green on it. He’ll be one year old come July and it prides me to note that he has some of my features. Keumy too, has grown a lot taller at 5, although she’s still the pampered, stubborn little fellow who share her moments of scolding at times. See, she will grow up to be a beautiful lady. She looks fabulous with whatever dress you put her on. Inday Keling, our youngest, still fits that description – youngest of the family. She’s Grade 6 by now at only 10, and whew! How childish the way she conducts her ways – splintered with wits that puts us to hearty laughs. Margie is there, a young mother of Kyle at 19. I can see beyond her silence, laughter, and getting-along-with, the hopes of a single mother who wants to give her bests and all superlatives to her son. Only that by now, she can keep bests at bay – anyway, who am I to measure what is and not best for them? And of course, there’s my only blood brother, another nipped bud, a lad called to mature suddenly. Full of exuberance and the energy of a youth at 18, he’s an anxious, expectant father. He got married that young; so much to explore, to much to discover. His wife, Mally, a responsible and thoughtful lady and never forgets to ask how I am whenever she has a load, is also apprehensive of her new role – a soon-to-be young mother at 20 and a wife to my younger brother. See that, these are all bits of changes, drastic changes to my family.
Then there are my parents. I f hear for Mama because she gets angry easily over petty things. It seems she’s hurdling with the world for anything that is inconvenient; she’s always at bay to say something of it – in a loud, thundering voice. Spare the complaints of our neighbors. But hey, she’s always busy. As if filling those years of her inactivity where we, the children, do things what she’s suppose to do. Gets up first in the morning, do kitchen chores, tends the goat, feeds the pigs and rabbits (oh, we have rabbits now), and fetches water from a nearby spring for our fresh drink for the day. I only wish she’ll shred some of her weighs (and give it to me) and minimize those unnecessary anger that is always unhealthy. Certainly, there’s my father who have grown complacent after all those years of toil and foil. He boasts his being younger-than-his-age appeal: learns how to drive our motorcycle, joins drinking sessions with us, plays with his grandchildren, and oh, he’s got no white hairs.

They are my family (part of my). They have been my source of strength through all these years inasmuch as they are my primary source of weakness. They are such a blessing to me in the same way as they are my yoke. They are my source of pride, and my greatest downfall. (By now, I am on the verge of putting it all unto myself. Not resting my happiness or sadness to some other things and people outside myself. In that way, I can be sure I can always handle. Of course, I dream, as Boulevard of Broken Dreams would say, "Someone out there will find me". Be it my God or that woman who will change the course of my life forever. But yeah, ‘til then, I can do it by myself.).

And then, how could I not include the moments I shared with my friends and cousins up to the nth degree… those pangawang (pano), pamutong (lamaw), ligo Lumanoy, those nightly drinking session, and that live band the night of Mundicks’ wedding. Wheew! I so enjoy my moments there….

Godfather would say, ‘you can never be a real man unless you spend time with you family.’ Even without him saying that, spending time with your loved ones, are always special.

26 April 2008

Existential Cravings

"Is life a mere routine, in the greater scheme of things?"

That is from the song Pilgrim's Theme and it has been on top of my head ever since I attended that graduation in Maryhurst. I was reminded the time when I plunged myself into the 'real world' that my simple wish was to be ordinary and to live a life like that of an ordinary.
In the years past before then, I belabored myself in trying to be different and of feeding my thoughts of higher thoughts, of dreaming higher dreams, of aiming more than an ordinary man can get. But then, there find an end in trying to be exceptional, of trying to be different. It feels freer and happier to dive into the pool of ordinariness where I can blend... without losing my colors. During that time, I watched the film American Beauty where says a character, "Nothing can be any worse in life than to be ordinary." My answer then was: "Let's see."

Now, I see. I am right, in as much as that American Beauty character is, in some or other ways. While I may jubilate at the thought that I can go through the mundane and routinary, there is that drive within to look for more than the usual. It is but human nature to look up and find out what else need to explored, of what else need to be conquered. And these are not all of the outside. Most of the times, it's from the inside. The holes deep within need to be filled. It's a labor to supply the longings that now until, none didst fully satisfy me.

What is life but an irony! It's but our very nature to go the usual while minding that we are for some significance, for something
higher in things' greater scheme.

04 April 2008

Of Love Unrequited

Never in the recesses of my hypothalamus have it occured that I would be writing something in this subject. You see, I have always thought of myself as an "invictus" - the unconquered - and that pains of this kind are too far-fetched. But then, after a third stick of Winston Lights, and still craving for more, just to while away my loneliness and longings for any signs of the topic of my mind, tells me otherwise. Add to that the sentimental cravings of whatever that will keep my sanity in stitch and listening to songs celebrating the sacredness of 'aloneness', I am left to admit that something in my system is wrong. And as the question long before asked goes: how can it be wrong when it feels so right?

I always have that great admiration to the power of will and reason but I see myself defying reasons just to give in. I see myself breaking my very rules and shattering the principles I verily erected. Then I say, this should be the last only to find myself again traversing my way to insanity, undergoing the same pain and struggle I have taken.

How can the greatest gift to mankind -LOVE- turn out to be a curse? How can loving be so painful? How can I let this happen?

So I guess, I'm there... and what an experience to be there....

14 February 2008

Soldier's Caught in the Act (Such A Shame)

HOT SPOT. These soldiers had a grand time browsing pornographic websites during the first day of the Local Peace and Security Assembly (LPSA) in Tagum City’s Bulwagan ng Lalawigan on Thursday, while National Security Adviser Norberto Gonzales was delivering a speech. President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo attended the event the next day. The soldiers managed to go online because the venue had been turned into a wifi hotspot for the event.