The first time I went to Singapore many years ago, I wasn't very happy; I didn't enjoy the place because it was raining all the time, and having lived in Thailand for a long time then, I wasn't prepared for that kind of weather. Nor did I appreciate the way I was treated at the shops then. I was thinking, is it just the culture i wasn't used to, or was there something wrong with me to deserve such bad treatment. I mean, after all, there I was, THE CUSTOMER.
Later I realized, that most Filipinos in Singapore at that time, were working as domestic helpers. And as we all know, domestic helpers are not treated very well by people who hail from other work or career paths.
It didn't help, nor did I have the chance to say to those naive shop owners then, that many, if not all, of those domestic helpers they looked down upon, were College degree holders. I also did not have any chance to tell them how much sacrifice it took for those domestic helpers to leave children, husbands, relatives, fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers and friends, in order to work abroad. It wasn't that there was no work at all available back home. There is work, but salaries were meager, the benefits nonexistent.
Two weeks ago, I went to Singapore with Master J and the kids. Since my first trip, I have been back to Singapore a number of times, but it was only this recent trip with the family that I have come to appreciate the country and the people, for what it has become over the years.
In Singapore today, many Filipinos work in many different fields: I have a friend who works as an accountant there, a cousin who works as a nurse, a distant aunt who works as a domestic helper, and many more 'kababayans' who work as engineers, in the IT field, and others.
In fact, I would dare say that Tagalog is now the fifth language in Singapore, with English, Chinese, Malay and Indian language being the first four. I mean, there was a staff at the food center we ate at who says "salamat" when we paid for our food, and my cousin says staff at the shops nowadays would be so bold enough to say "kuripot" (so when you go visit, make sure you don't bargain too much!)
And when you walk along Orchard road, it seemed like every fifth person we bumped into was speaking a Filipino dialect; Ilonggo, Tagalog, Bisaya, Bicolano, you name it! It was like walking the streets of Manila, the only difference being the streets are cleaner, and everyone follows rules!
And so, in this instance, I don't hate being Filipino. In fact, whenever we were asked where we were from, we would say proudly, "Philippines"!