Wednesday, June 12, 2013

15 Reasons Why I am glad to be a Filipino

15 reasons why I am glad to be a Filipino, in my perspective and real-time situations.
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1. I have religious freedom and I can go to Mass as often and as many as I can. (daghan kaayo churches ug misa, mamili lang ka)
2. I have many modes of transportation to choose from - habal2(skylab,w/pandong,etc), ubiquitous tricycle, taxi, calesa, v-hire,bus whether aircon or deluxe, ug my most-loved jeepney!
3. So many bakeries! I love bread! From Tita Julie's to Rose bakeshop, to Gold'nPearl. Di ko mahutdan ug pan!
4. Flowers are affordable. With my 20Php I can buy pretty flowers for my little altar.
5. Simple people and kind ones too as experienced in the field.
6. Cable service is sooo within reach! Only get to pay $7! Haha.
7. I can walk around my city without worrying the dust and pollution.
8. Traffic only lasts for seconds, haha! Never an excuse for an appointment or work.
9. Tourist spots are just few hours drive and you don't have to spend muchos dineros to revel the creations. All things bright and beautiful. (from falls, to surfing sites, enchanted river, unspoiled islands..)
10. SMS and telcom services have unlimited promos don't have to worry if you don't have load coz pwede ra ka mag emergency txt!
11. On TV, only here in the Philippines that we have the youngest talk show host, Ryzza Mae Dizon! (People exclaim that I look like her because of my teeth,wahaha!)
12. PinoyHenyo since it was born became a hit game from teambuildings to parties and all.
13. Never been happy to still marvel the beauty of the skies at night and watch the moon and stars(not so much of light pollution here)
14. Beauty and whitening products are almost in every watsons and gaisano stores, hehe. Thanks Garnier and carrot soap.
15. Above all, the Filipino value of always keeping and fighting for a united family.

Happy happy 115th Philippine Independence Day! Filipino and Proud.

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