50′s, 60′s, 70′s …80′s!:Those were the Days!

“TO ALL PINOYS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 50′s, 60′s, 70′s and e arly 80′s!

First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne, smoked and/or drank San Miguel Beer or Syoktong, while they carried us. The manghihilot was the cheapest way to deliver babies.

Dinala ka ba ng nanay mo sa pediatrician for DPT?

While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, cortal or medicol, ate isaw, and didn’t worry about diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, pati na yung walker (andador) natin, matigas na kahoy or rattan at wala pang gulong.

We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang), ( noon cloth or rattan duyan lang tied to the posts or ceiling, babies fell asleep sa sobrang hilo ) and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads, sometimes wala pang preno yung bisikleta.

Take-out food was limited to Ongpin’s pansit or Aling Toyangs pre-cooked ulam in kalderos. No pizza shops, McDonalds, KFC, Subway, Jollibee; and, coffee was just kape hinde ga-mahal as in Starbucks.

As children, we would ride in jeepneys libre pag kandong,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)

Did you make your own saranggola and pasted bubog on the strings?

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle purchased from 711(minsan straight from the faucet or poso) walang 711 noon, sari-sari store ni Mang Akong to buy sarsi, suntan, RC cola or choco-vim. We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this or contracted hepatitis.

We ate rice with star margarine, pampatangkad daw, took raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank softdrinks with real sugar in it (hindi diet coke), but we weren’t sick or overweight kasi nga…… 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..Tandaan mo ba PIKO, step-no-step- yes, trumpo, garter & mala-ahas sa haba na goma? Kung naulan, jackstones, pick-up sticks or sungka, bahay-bahayan, tinda-tindahan, titser-teacher- an or swimming sa baha or kangkungan.

No one was able to reach us all day (di uso ang cellphone, walang beepers). And yes, we were O.K. Sipol lang ni tatay ang meron noon!

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 (sewage 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 cellphones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters, Facebook. MSN etc. ……. …WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!

TV viewing was a treat, kilala mo ba si Popeye, Gumby, Betty Boop & followed the bouncing ball in Melody Tunes? That was karaoke then, LOL!

We climbed walls and trees (to get aratiles and catch salagubang & tutubi - tied them on the neck with a string), fell out of trees, got cut or “bukol”, 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 & inihaw na baga. We were not afraid of getting sick or 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 a lot, 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 to the team. Those who didn’t pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Wala iyang mga childhood depression at damaged self esteem ek-ek na yan. Ang pikon, talo.

Ang magulang ay nandoon lang para tingnan 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.. And if you like, forward it to your kids too, so they will know how brave their parents were.

PS – The big letters are because your eyes may not be able to read this if they were typed any smaller (at your age!)”

Forward emails can be really interesting, just like this one … I got this from a relative … thanks! … and cheers to the witty author!  The links led to Mr. Tommy Tongson … thanks for keeping the write up alive!  …  let’s share the thoughts!

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Happiness is Attitude

“Happines is appreciating life.  Anything, even the most exciting pursuits, when indulged in excess, leads to boredom and a meaningless existence.  We don’t really have to always change a situation and turn it for the better.  At times it’s just as simple as changing ourselves and things will be better.” (Singlestalk, Sunstar-Cebu)

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It’s Barack Hussein Obama, Jr.! the 44th U.S.President

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47; Born in 1961; first-term U.S. Senator from Illinois of the Democrats’ Party; and now the first African-American U.S. President defeating Senator John McCain of Arizona, 72, a former prisoner of war who was making his second bid for the presidency.

4 November 2008: The New York Times posted: “Obama Elected President as Racial Barrier Falls”

““If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer,” said Mr. Obama, standing before a huge wooden lectern with a row of American flags at his back, casting his eyes to a crowd that stretched far into the Chicago night.

“It’s been a long time coming,” the president-elect added, “but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment, change has come to America.”

Elisabeth Bumiller contributed reporting from Phoenix, Marjorie Connelly from New York and Jeff Zeleny from Chicago”"

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ynews/ynews_pl135 (Transcript of Pres.Obama’s Acceptance Speech)

“Move on from failure”-a reflection

“Move on from failure

We all fail in our lives. The problem, however is not the failure, but
how we deal with it. Here are some suggestions that may help you:

Stop acting like a failure.
Keep your sense of humor.
Remember, God says you are a success and He forgives your failure.
Do not relive and dwell on your failure.
Share your feelings of failure with someone who can give you emotional
support and feedback.

Recall how many Biblical people achieved great things for God AFTER
they had failed: David after he’d committed adultery, Peter after he’d
denied Jesus.
As Teresa of Avila said, “Who has God lacks nothing.” Including the
ability to rise and try again.

Who is a God like You, pardoning iniquity and passing over
transgression …..because He delights in steadfast love. (Micah 7:18)

Fr. John Catoir”

Source: FriendsReflections@yahoogroups.com

’tis the season to be merry and …. be wary ….

On December 25th, they say, “Santa Claus is coming to town” in time for the gift-giving … but a group can’t wait … the snatchers, hold-uppers and robbers are already out to GET their loots … without discrimation.  Everyone is a target!

Here’s one from the email … the modus operandi … read on….

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Subject: Warning of a Modus Operandi
 
Dear friends,
 
I’d like to share a story of what happened to me last Monday, October 6, which appears to be a modus operandi done by people with criminal intentions.  My purpose for sharing this with you is to forewarn you of such incidents so that you may keep yourselves safe.
 
At about a quarter to 7 in the evening, last Monday, I left the office and walked out of Tektite building towards San Miguel Avenue, Ortigas, to ride a cab.  It was just right after a brief drizzle, so the roads were almost empty of cars and people, although it was still a bit early.  I’m accustomed to going home by myself if I feel like it, and riding cabs without any problems for the longest time.
 
I was walking along Exchange Road in front of our building, and have already crossed Pearl Drive , when I saw a cab slowly cruising along Exchange Road from San Miguel Avenue . It was an old, a bit dilapidated, white (seemingly) Toyota Corolla, with a yellow-lighted “taxi” on the roof, with black scrawl of the taxi’s “name” on the side (I didn’t notice the name written there).  It didn’t have any passengers on board and I thought it a bit odd that a passenger-less cab would be coming from San Miguel Avenue towards Tektite at a time when taxis are supposedly full.  I was more accustomed to seeing taxis with no passengers coming from Pearl Drive towards Tektite on its way out back towards EDSA or in the oppposite direction of C-5.  But it didn’t quite get to me.  I was tired and needed to go home to rest.  I just thought that the driver was trying to get passengers.  
 
I flagged down the slow moving taxi and got in.  I said I was going towards EDSA, so the cab went its usual familiar route of rounding the one-way Exchange Road , out to San Miguel Avenue , left to Megamall, and right towards EDSA.  I normally would text Tony of the plate number of the taxi, but at that time, I didn’t.  I normally would check the locks of the car doors, but this time, I only locked the ones on the front and back passenger seats (right side, because I saw that the left side door was locked).  Everything was normal, except that it was still going its slow pace.  The driver was a slim-built, middle-aged man, with balding head (some hairs on the side), wore a baseball cap and a worn-out but decent white polo jacket.  
 
Near the foot of the flyover towards Ortigas Avenue and EDSA, he requested me in a kindly manner to please move to the other end of the passenger seat because “ma-fla-flat na po yung gulong ko. Spare lang yan e.” where I was sitting.  I was sitting at the right side of the passenger seat at the back, and promptly moved to the left side.  I was even able to converse with him, saying “a ganun ba?  Hindi ba delikado yun na tumatakbo tayo sa EDSA na pa-flat na gulong n’yo?” “Hindi po, malapit lang naman po kayo, di ba?  Kaya pa po yun,” he smilingly said.  And, all along, we were slowly moving across the flyover at EDSA.  After the flyover, he slowly veered towards the inner side of the yellow lane, but I thought it was because “inaalalayan niya yung sasakyan.”  
When the taxi crossed the gate of Corinthian Gardens , it further slowed down, and I saw from afar two men seemingly waiting for a bus.  When the taxi neared the two men, they gestured towards the taxi, and it suddenly dawned on me that this could be a hold-up.  I initially tried getting the lock of the door to my side open, and was stricken by horror that it didn’t budge.  It seemed to be jammed (or perhaps child-locked, on hindsight).  And the horror of horrors happened.  The taxi stopped by the two men, and the driver announced, “‘wag ka gagawa ng iskandalo, hold-up ‘to,” and promptly opened the locked doors on the right side doors of the front and back passenger seats.  Everything went fast.  The two men briskly went in, one at the front passenger seat, the other beside me on my right.  I thought in horror “this can’t be happening to me!”  All I can scream was “ay! ay! Diyos ko! Diyos ko!”  The driver said to the two men, “wag n’yong sasaktan ‘yan, mabait si ma’am.”  And, to me, “pera lang ang kailangan namin. Hindi ka masasaktan kung susundin mo kami.”  One of the two men was also middle-aged, slim-built, with balding hair.  The other was younger, about in his mid- to late-twenties, gaunt-looking, with high cheek bones, with a thick head of hair.  He struck me as someone who was taking drugs.

The next two hours were a gruelling ordeal.  They rummaged through my bag and got my money, ATM and credit cards, cellphones, and my jewelry, including my wedding ring.  They gave back my bag and wallet, though, but without the money and the cards.  We spent the hours going around EDSA from Kamuning to Quezon Avenue , stopping at banks where one of the men went to the ATM machines to try and get cash from my savings ATM and credit cards.  They didn’t let me out of the taxi to do the transactions.  While one man did the transactions at the ATMs, the taxi kept going round and round the Kamuning and Quezon Avenue u-turns. They took away my glasses so that I can’t see where we’re going.  But I was familiar with the places we passed – Timog Avenue , Agham Road , near the Napocor area, and back again to EDSA to go to the ATMs for transactions.  They pressed me for the PIN of the credit cards, but I didn’t memorize them, but gave them some numbers that I’m not even sure of.  

Towards the end, they were pissed off because they couldn’t get through the credit cards, and I was afraid that they’d do me in.  But, in the end, they let me go, the driver warning me sternly, “wag kang lilingon sa kaliwa o kanan.  Dire-direcho lang, kung hindi, babarilin talaga kita.”  They gave a 100 peso bill “pamasahe para makauwi.”  They dropped me off at Agham Road , near the Philippine Children’s Medical Center (formerly Lungsod ng Kabataan) at about 9:30 p..m. There was no one in sight, another light drizzle has already passed.  One of the men accompanied me out of the taxi, pushed me forward, and ran back to the taxi.  That’s when I ran and ran towards Quezon Avenue until I boarded a jeepney at a stop light. The kindly jeepney driver motioned me to a mobile police patrol when we passed by one, and I finally came to the police precinct at Kamuning EDSA to tell my tale.  I didn’t even get to see the taxi’s plate number.

They informed me there that that has been a modus operandi of these criminal elements, plying the route of Quezon Avenue , Timog, Agham, even Kamuning areas.  They also would give some money for “pamasahe.”  They would say it’s for a sick wife, etc.  

I have talked to some employees of a company in the Ortigas area who fell victim to the same modus operandi. Same taxi, same description of the driver, same alibi about a flat tire, requesting the passenger to move to the left side of the passenger seat, where the door’s lock is jammed. Same giving of the 100 peso bill at the end of the hold-up. Last December, an employee rode the dubious taxi at SM Megamall at about 9 p.m. and the hold-up was announced when some men boarded the taxi at Star Mall.  The person was held-up until 11 p.m.  The other, with the person’s 6-year old child, boarded the taxi at the Robinson’s Galleria and was also held-up by men who went inside the taxi.  I myself, boarded the taxi near where I work, imagine that.  And, the security guards were just a few meters away.

Please be forewarned of this modus operandi.  We’re facing harder times, and December is nearing.  Take extra care, friends.  As for me, I believe it was the prayers that helped me. All throughout the ordeal, my Savior was there, guiding me in what to say or do so as not to aggravate the situation until freedom came.  They didn’t touch or harm me.  Praise God!

God bless us,
xxx”

Note: I intentionally omitted names and email address from the original forwarded email message.

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