Monday, March 30, 2009

Chip Tsao's Article in HK Magazine

The following is the article of Chip Tsao in HK Magazine in it's entirety, dated March 27, 2009, which sparks controversy among Filipinos world wide.

The War at Home

by Chip Tsao

The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.

But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.

As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.

Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.

Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout “China, Madam/Sir” loudly whenever they hear the word “Spratly.” They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, “Long live Chairman Mao!” at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.


Mr. Chip Tsao,
You poor thing.You probably think that you are the most intelligent person in the world with great writing ability, being a best selling author and an amazing columnist - broadcaster, but without wisdom and the capacity to love others, you are nothing!. People like you are the reason why there is Darfur, Tibet, Israel and Palestine.

We can probably understand your "extreme" patriotism to your country, but when you start using words to hurt others, it's unacceptable. Filipinos might not be living in the richest country in the world or have the world's fastest growing economy, but we still pride ourselves even in the small and the simplest of things.

"Sensible people accept good advice. People who talk foolishly will come to ruin". - Proverbs 10:8

Links: GMA News.TV, HK Magazine Criticized for Anti-Filipino Article, Cheap on Facebook 1, Cheap on Facebook 2.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Raining Cash on the Freeway?

This is really amazing. A suspected drug dealer tossed a bag of Cash out the car window while in pursuit by the police in San Diego. Watch this!

Related Links: San Diego 6, KFMB-TV 8

Monday, March 16, 2009

TEN ORIGINALS: Carlos Celdran

For his Corregidor Tour / Manila Walking Tours, Dates and Rates

The Living Room Unit 24, North Syquia Apartments,1991 MH del Pilar, Malate, Manila 1006 Telephone: (63 - 2) 484 4945 Cell Phone/ Text: (63) 920 9092021

or go to...

...Carlos Celdran's Blog, Walk This Way.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I'm Reading: DEWEY: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World

I'm now reading "DEWEY: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World" by Vicki Myron with Bret Witter. A non-fiction. I just bought the book yesterday from Jarir Bookstore, Sary street branch, Jeddah .

Personally, I'm a lover of animals especially of cats (I currently have five cats in my apartment, but I also love dogs). I'm already in chapter 6 and so far I'm loving it. I loved the way the author described Spencer, Iowa, the place where the story happened and also her first encounter with Dewey Readmore Books.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

I Dreamt of Nazareno

Last night I dreamt of my friend Nazareno Convento. We were friends since first grade at Saint Mary Magdalene School. I remember as a child (around 10 or 11 years old) we used to do some foolish things, like walking from Ligtong to Cavite City by the beach, just for the fun of it. I remember both our parents were furious when they found out that we were there in Cavite City, because we didn't tell them about it. We were so afraid that time from our parents.

Nazareno was so funny, full of humor but at the same time I can tell that he was hiding some anger inside but just not showing it. The rest of the "barkada" (a group of friends) used to make fun of his name, because his name Nazareno means Nazarene and his surname Convento means Convent in English and what's even funnier was, he had dark skin like the "Black Nazarene" of Quiapo. So you see, nobody can be holier than that. But amidst all the jokes about his name and appearance, he just laughed about it. He knew that we didn't mean to hurt his feelings, just a barkada thing.

About the dream, I saw him inside a room full of people, who were supposedly my friends. I was looking at him from outside the room. He smiled and waved at me, then he stood and walked away from my sight, then I woke up. I don't know what it meant. But may be he was trying to tell me something?

The last time I saw Nazareno was 1998, if I remember it correctly. In 1999 I came here in Saudi Arabia to work and when I went back to the Philippines for my vacation in 2004, I called him up and talked to him. I invited him to visit me and to have a beer or two while talking about our lives etc... but he declined, I knew something was happening to him, it seemed like he has changed, not the Nazareno I knew. Even before I called him up, I kept on hearing a lot of bad things about him from our mutual friends, they said that he was addicted to drugs (Ice or Shabu) and was having some other personal problems.

My vacation was over and I didn't get a chance to meet him. I thought that may be he had already forgotten me. It was May 28, 2004, my flight back to Jeddah. After two weeks upon my arrival, I heard from my father that Nazareno has died. His father shot him twice in his room and then escaped. But then after a week, his father was shot in the head inside a cock fighting arena, probably in retaliation by other family members.

Wherever you are my friend, you are not forgotten.

* [Picture] Nazareno is at the last row second from left. I'm at the front row (sitting) third from right.