krisismas

si ronron ay kapatid ni rey. Isa syang juice-maker sa isang Lebanese resto dito sa Riyadh na nasa unang palapag ng building kung saan ako dating nagtatrabaho pilang isang news reporter ng isang English newspaper sa Saudi Arabia

Si rey ang kontratista noong ginagawa pa lang ang resto. Nakilala ni rey ang may ari at napakiusapan nya na kunin bilang isang crew sa resto si ronron.

Nakailang taon na rin si ronron sa trabaho nya sa resto at kahit nag-umpisa sa maliit na sahod ay nakapagpapatayo na si ronron ng kanyang sariling bahay sa isang 600 square meter na lupa na nabili nya sa gensan.

Noong martes ay umuwi si ronron upang maranasan nya ang magpasko sa pilipinas. Dumaan sya sa Davao upang ihatid ang padala kong 3 celfun, isang converse na sapatos, pantalon, t-shirt, usb flash drive, at relo para sa mga mahal ko sa buhay.

Kinabukasan ay tumuloy na si ronron sa gensan upang sorpresahin ang kanyang mga magulang, mga kapatid at mga pamangkin.

Ang pagkaalam ko, sa lingo dapat ang welcome party ni ronron. Isang malaking baboy ang nakahandang katayin.

Ngunit byernes ng umaga nakatanggap ako ng txt message kay ronron.

“wat a life. Abi nimu hadlok kaau. Giatake si papa, unya nabusdak iya ulo sa floor daghan kaau dugo ako gihatod sa doctor amo giadmit . hay,” (what a life. Alam mo, inatake si papa. Napalo ang ulo nya sa sahig. Andaming dugo. Hinatid ko sa doctor. Pinaadmit naming. Hay.)

Tinawagan ko si ronron.

“kahuhubad ko lang ng damit kasi galling nga ako sa byahe. Nagbubukas na sila ng beer. Si papa ay nakaupo sa sofa pero nakita kong nakayuko. Mayamaya, nahulog na sa kinaupuan at napalo ang ulo sa sahig,” kwento ni ronron.

“Nakarating akong hospital na walang damit at puro dugo ang katawan ko,” sabi ni ronron.

Kanina, sabi ni ronron, ubos na ang budget nya na pampasko.

Mahigit 20 mil na ang hospital bill ni ronron. Medyo ok na naman si papa nya at planong ilabas na ni ronron sa hospital.

Ang sabi ko na lang kay ronron, hayaan na lang nyang dumaan ang pasko na di magarbo.

“kaya nga si Jesus pinaganak sa sabsaban kasi wala silang pera at bahay na mapanganakan ni Maria,” ang tangi kong nasambit sa kaibigan ko.

Ewan ko kung nakapawi yun sa nakikita kong hinagpis sa mukha ni ronron.

papa huli

May nabasa akong balita. Eto yun.

PSG detains OFW for flashing anti-Chacha sign
12/14/2008 | 10:49 PM

MANILA, Philippines – A Migrante spokesman was briefly detained on Saturday by Presidential Security Group (PSG) members traveling with the President in Qatar because he flashed a placard with the message "No to Cha-cha." The detention was condemned by a Filipino workers' group as harassment and a violation of freedom of speech.

The PSG members detained Ricardo de Jesus, the Migrante spokesman in Qatar, during the meeting of President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo with the Filipino community there.

The condemnation was issued on Sunday by the Kapatiran sa Gitnang Silangan (KGS), an affiliate of Migrante International based in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

De Jesus, who also heads the Crisis Committee of the Filipino Community Alliance in Qatar, was only released when other Filipino community leaders intervened.

The KGS blames Arroyo, the PSG, and Philippine Embassy officials, led by Ambassador Isaias Bigornia for the harassment and violation of the right of De Jesus to free expression on a current Philippine political situation.

De Jesus has been urging the Philippine government to protect the welfare of Filipino migrant workers, particularly those recently retrenched brought about by the effects of the global economic meltdown.

"Apparently, the Arroyo administration is more keen on extending its presidential term by changing the Constitution than extending assistance to distressed Filipino workers abroad by silencing those that oppose moves to amend the Philippine Constitution," KGS said in a statement.

KGS also stressed that there are some 70 Filipino workers languishing in Doha deportation cells that Arroy is keeping quiet.

The OFW alliance belies the Philippine Embassy's labor officials' claims that Filipino workers that ran away from their problems with Qatari employers and sought embassy assistance are immediately repatriated and given government livelihood programs.

"The distressed workers are only brought to rot inside Doha deportation jails but not immediately sent home," De Jesus said following his release, which greeted with applause by the Filipino community. - D'Jay Lazaro, GMANews.TV


Natuwa ako na nainis. Pero ng matandaan ko ang pangalan ng OFW, di ko malaman ang aking gagawin. Naalala ko si Mugen sa opinyon nya tungkol sa pagmumura ni Mar Roxas noong Biyernes sa Makati anti cha-cha rally.

Paano naman kasi ang gagawin mo kung ang hinuli ay jowa mo?

Pakisagot Mugen. Ano ang gagawin mo?

Buti na lang laya na si Papa.

buhay ofw

Dumating na si rey galling pinas. Halos magkasabay kaming nagbakasyon ni rey last july. Isang oras at kalahati lang ang pagitan ng flight namin. Bago nito, halos magkasabay din kaming nahirapan ni rey na makakuha ng exit re-entry visa dahil di pa kami tapos na malipat sa aming mga sponsor pero nagawan din eto ng paraan kaya kami nakauwi.

Agosto pa ako bumalik dito sa Riyadh pero si rey ay inabot ng disyembre.

Masaya ako kay rey. Matagal tagal din nagkwento si rey tungkol sa bakasyon nya. Inalam ko kung anong nangyari pagdating nya kasi di niya pinaalam sa pamily anya na uuwi sya pagkatapos ng malapit apat na taong paghahanapbuhay dito sa Riyadh.

Tatlong beses na kasing nabulilyaso ang uwi ni rey. Meron pang streamer noon at mga baloon na welcome message ng pamilya nya sa kanya noon pero di natuloy ang kanyang pag uwi kasi nga walang exit re-entry visa. Tatlong beses din nag dispedida noon si rey dito na nauwi lang sa hinagpis.

"takbuhan palabas ng bahay ang dalawa kong binata at laking gulat ko na napakalaki na nila. Mas matangkad na sila sa akin at sa bumbunan ko na sila humalik,” kwento ni rey sa akin.

Titser sa gensan si rey pero mas minabuti nyang magtrabaho sa isang construction firm dito sa Riyadh.

Si rey ang palaging tumutulong sa akin tuwing kailangan ko ng sasakyan sa paglipat ng bahay at kung may aayusin sa aking sasakyan.

Malaki ang utang na loob ko kay rey at kahit wala akong naiabot na pambyad ay sadyang mabait si rey.

‘mabuti at nakauwi ako. Nakita ko at naramdaman ang hirap ng aking pamilya. Talaga nga palang kulang ang $400 na buwanan kong padala. Sa pamasahe, baon ng 2 kong nasa kolehiyo at 2 pang nag aaral, labada, kuryente at pagkain ay talaga nga palang kapos,” kwento ni rey.

Nakita ako yung double bed ng 2 kong binata na ang taas ay halos dikit na sa yero. Mainit.

Bumili noon ng 3 plywood ang misis ko at pinako na lang diretso sa kahoy na pinagpakoan ng yero sa may sala. Doon naglalagi ang aking buong pamilya dahil medyo lumamig sa p laywood na kisame.

Walang sinayang na araw si rey. Bumili sya agad ng mga kahoy at plywood. Sya na mismo ang gumawa ng kisame sa bahay nya. Ang 2 karto ay di nya lang nilagyan ng kisame kundi nag double walling na rin sya sa mga kwarto. Pinasok na nya ang mga kuryente na dati ay naka staple lang. binili nya na rin ng tig iisang walling fan na nilagay nya sa double bed ng kanyang mga anak.

“masaya. Katulong ko ang mga anak ko sa pagayos ng bahay naming. Pati yung bunso ay mag paint roller din sya at tumulong sa pagpintura. May mga cabinets na rin akong ginawa para sa mga anak ko kaya gumanda na ang loob ng bahay,” ang kwento ni rey.

Gwapo ang mga anak ni rey, si boboy at si junjun. at kasama palagi sa pagsimba bawat linggo ng buong pamilya.

Si junjun ay SK scholar samantalang si boboy ay mahilig sa basketball. Pareho silang civil engineering ang kurso.

Binili rin ni rey ng motorbike ang kanyang mga anak upang maghatid sa kanyang mga kapatid sa eskwela.

ngayong andito na si rey, balik hanap na naman sya ng pera sa trabaho at pilit humataw upang may maipadala sa pagdating ng pasko.

wifi connect and prison break

The soul mate I have here got me a DSL line in his name to allow me unlimited Internet line. Of course, the monthly dues will be on me but Zambo he got me the subscription and he installed the cable wires lining from the front gate to the back of the four-storey building and up to the third level where my flat is located.

He did this noontime till 3 PM because he has to work from 4PM till midnight.

I got Zambo his IT job in the company where I was working for the past two years and he has been transferred directly to the credit card company as his sponsor, unlike me.

Anyhow, in the next few minutes, the local telco company will deliver the DSL modem and I will be online as long as I want.

While waiting, I am starting to view this Prison Break Season 1, 2 and 3 that Zambo brought me.

By the way, I had myself absent from work. Am not feeling well.

to hell

To hell with the MTRCB. This Philippine government-funded agency is a total waste of money and resources.

Scolding the Philippines’ largest news network over an interview aired in its prime news program about an interview with MILF’S Kumander Bravo, is really moronic stance.

Opposing to an anti-government statement like that of Bravo is understandable especially from MTRCB, which is fully known as the state’s censorship bureau.

But scolding the messenger of the news is a total crap. Where are they? Where have they from? The MILF has long been there. Their cause has long been understood by a growing number of concsientisized Filipinos.

An MTRCB making a scene after the GMA government betrayed the MILF with the peace process is a cheap act.

Enough MTRCB. You’re never relevant. Always out of touch with reality.

dead line

Yesterday afternoon, the CEO of an American credit card company wanted to know the update of my work status in Saudi Arabia.

I was already halfway down the staircase when the CEO’s secretary called me back and asked me on my last week-end plan to meet my sponsor in the Eastern Region after my sponsor invited me to see him and get my Release Letter.

“I didn’t push through. The owner of an outsource manpower agency told me he will do the negotiations and get the Tanazul for me,” I told the senior executive secretary of the CEO.

After the update, I continued going down the staircase with Tim, who is accompanying me to go to a hypermarket to buy a cell phone for my industrious nephew.

As I descended the stairs, it downed on me that probably the CEO is now pressured to terminate my work with the popular international financial intitution after I failed to transfer my sponsorship to one of the company contractors.

With the Saudi government program of providing jobs to locals, foreign workers especially the rank and files in the banking industry are relegated to the sub-contractual companies that supposed to supply back-up, administrative or technical support to the permanent local employees.

I am supposed to be one of them but my sponsor has been nowhere to be found until three weeks ago.

I was so happy to hear from my sponsor after March 2006 late last month especially that he told me he has no problem should I want to transfer my sponsorship.

The limited time that I have, however, is killing me. I am given no time to go down to Khobar to get my papers. This is why I asked the agency owner himself to get the paper from my sponsor in order for him to transfer my sponsorship.

This has not been done.

When the CEO asked me for an update, I knew my deadline is over.

Two days after, ‘twas my boss’ turn to ask the update.

“Talk to them. I know Raeid. He won’t move until you push him. Let him give the demand letter and get the Release Letter. Better yet, spend a day to go to Khobar and get that document yourself,” my boss said.

Saudi Arabia is one of the few countries all over the world that practice sponsorship system to employ foreign workers. Like Hong Kong, Riyadh requires migrant workers to work only under his own sponsorship. Working outside the sponsor is prohibited by law. To work with another employer, one has to get a Release Letter and transfer the sponsorship to the new employer.

Although this practice is supposed to protect migrant workers, the system has become a milking opportunity to squeeze migrant workers to pay for their “freedom”.

Distressed foreign workers complaining of physical or sexual abuse, unpaid wages, salary reduction, contract substitution, no work, over-crowded or unsanitized housing accommodation, are pressed to pay huge amounts demanded by the sponsor aside from the bloated-from-the-regular government fees in order to acquire “legal” work.

What a shame I allowed myself to be into this unpeaceful situation.

I wished I was punked.

bed make-over

Three weeks ago, I was able to buy a four-pillow pack at SR12. I was thrilled to see it on my bed when I checked it out. I decided I have to go back to that store and buy one more pack. I also got a SR79-bookshelf. When I went back two weeks after, they are all gone, including the bookshelf. I was really dismayed.

Tonight, my co-worker enticed me to a hypermarket selling a SR132 colored cell phone. Since I decided to give my nephew a cell phone after helping my bestfreind brushed Solignum on my windowpanes, I went to the mall. My co-worker joined me only to find out that the branch that we went to was not the mall that he got his cell phone. The branch has no supply of the same cell phone he was talking about.

Imbes na makatipid sa cell phone gumastos ako ng pamasahe na walang pakinabang.

I strolled around the hypermarket and luckily, I found a six-pack white pillowcase bag at SR12.95. I also have a white, fitted-bed sheet or mattress cover that would match my pillowcases at the same price. I only need a white duvet cover to complete my bed make-over for this season.

My visual artist brother has taught me that a quarterly make-over would help provide excitement to the boring routinely work of an OFW. True, not only the accumulated dust and clutters are cleaned but also the homesickness is swept after a make-over is done.

I am excited.

My friend that probably sensed that I was dismayed with our mall-ing, treated me at Kudu. I ate fish fillet and green salad.

Yummy. Not a bad night to spent after a busy day at work.

hmmmmm

I felt guilty for not posting in my blog lately. The lack of ideas is not the culprit but my ability to weave these thoughts into words. There were several topics though that I earlier wanted to immortalize.

The impending eviction of Ace and his mom from their house and Ace hospitalization right after they were save from eviction and Ace supposed joining date with his new job but was altered due to his ailment. These are all so depressing but a life puzzle that Ace and his Mom survived.

My cousin’s alcohol drinking after his friend fetched him from his job site following a contractual job that he was so lucky enough to have bagged and that spree resulted into my neighbor’s wrath because of the drinking buddy’s unpleasant attitude when they got drunk. This incident was followed more than a week when my cousin tried to drive my tricycle to earn a day’s living but went home drunk. It could be remembered that I invited my cousin and his family to stay in my unfinished housed after they got evicted from their house. With the turn of events, I think I have to take actions on my cousin’s alcoholism.

The annual undas-long-distance management that almost got my father’s tomb “untented” due to the incessant rain back home.

My Bebeh’s continuous wooing for me not to leave him and thanking me for giving him one more chance with our very infant relationship is also worth writing.

I was also having difficulty in writing about my young sexual partner here whose skin color is very Barack Obama.

I also wanted to write about my reading about Mugen’s entries, old and new, and his changing of graphics. His back photo is giving me hard time to visualize his sexy body contour but what is more interesting are his entries.

Parang ang sarap nyang mahalin pero ang hirap dahil sa karuwagan nyang masaktan muli. I have been following his entries but I also plead guilty of my promise to read all his back entries.

Unlike Mandaya’s entries that kept me glued online to finish knowing his life story when I first read about his post, Pulsar’s is giving me a little difficulty to comprehend not to mention the rich vocabulary and the creativity invested in his writing, thus my need for more time to finish the voluminous entries.

Aside from providing me my favorite read, these two bloggers have one thing in common these days. Thay both are mending separate broken hearts and I feel for these two gifted people.

Last week, instead of reading, I focused my week-end in my bedroom makeover. I like my room now. Much better and I almost got tempted to take pictures and post it but I had second thoughts. It’s not worth, nothing unique and fancy.

I just hope I could compose and write more sensible things next time.

atasyem uli

Eto pa ang isang nakakabaliw na blunder.

On the recent execution of an OFW in Jeddah.


The Philippine Department of Foreign Affairs maintained that the government assisted Jenifer Bedoya from the very beginning of the judicial process and exerted “last ditch effort” to save him.
“The problem is that the family refused to forgive [Bedoya],” Esteban Conejos, the DFA’s Undersecretary for Migrant Workers Affairs said Monday said.

Even king is powerless

He explained that even the King of Saudi Arabia is powerless to grant clemency if the family of the victim refuses to forgive Bedoya.
Under Sharia’h law, Conejos said the crime of murder produces two effects: one is the public aspect of the case and the private right aspect of the case.
“The only way to address this issue is for the family to waive this right to ‘Quisas’--the right to demand the equivalent penalty--and forgive the accused in exchange sometimes for blood money. This has been the focus of assistance that the government extended to Mr. Bedoya. Unfortunately, the family adamantly refused in spite of all our efforts to reach out to them,” he said.
The DFA, he said, learned about Bedoya’s possible execution on the morning of the execution day.
No prior notice
“There was no prior notice of the execution. The moment the Royal decree of execution is issued, anytime he can be executed, and there was a strong possibility that they will carry the execution on that day,” he said.
Immediately, a consular team was dispatched to the prison to make representations with prison authorities if they could suspend the execution.
“And even in the place of execution itself, our consular officers were there. Our ambassador was calling the family--last ditch effort to save the life of Mr. Bedoya,” he said.
“To the last minute, we were calling the family. Our lawyers also called up the family and they said ‘No, we will insist on our rights’. Our ambassador was on the phone all the time, our consul general in Jeddah was also on the phone,” he said.

Eh kung talagang kumilos sila upang maisalba nila yung bilanggong pupugutan ng ulo, bakit sa mga report nila, ni hindi nila nakuha ang tamang pangalan ng OFW?

Pwe!

atasyem

Magaleng, magaleng...

Naloka ako sa balitang ito kanina sa TV Patrol.


Finance Secretary Margarito Teves apologized on Monday for his role in the brouhaha over the supposedly World Bank-funded $10 billion crisis fund for Asean countries that President Gloria Arroyo inadvertently announced last week.
Teves admitted in a press briefing that contrary to a previous announcement made by President Arroyo, the World Bank did not commit to contribute to a multi-billion dollar regional standby fund that the Association of Southeast Asian Nations (Asean) was reportedly mulling to put up.
Teves apologized for the mistake. "In a way, I would have to say that I have been contributory to her pain and embarassment, so I'm sorry for it."
On Thursday, immediately after President Arroyo made the announcement, the World Bank issued a statement denying that the institution is funding a regional crisis fund. A few hours after, other members of the government's economic team gave separate interviews to explain what was appearing as an embarassing mistake.
Economic Planning Secretary Ralph Recto even said it was the International Monetary Fund (IMF)--not the World Bank--that raised the topic in one of the side meetings when the two multilaterals held a joint meeting in Washington that week.
But when the IMF also denied it made such offer, all fingers were pointed at Teves, who just recently arrived from the Washington meetings, to explain the faux pas.
Finance Secretary Margarito Teves apologized on Monday for his role in the brouhaha over the supposedly World Bank-funded $10 billion crisis fund for Asean countries that President Gloria Arroyo inadvertently announced last week.
Teves admitted in a press briefing that contrary to a previous announcement made by President Arroyo, the World Bank did not commit to contribute to a multi-billion dollar regional standby fund that the Association of Southeast Asian Nations (Asean) was reportedly mulling to put up.
Teves apologized for the mistake. "In a way, I would have to say that I have been contributory to her pain and embarassment, so I'm sorry for it."
On Thursday, immediately after President Arroyo made the announcement, the World Bank issued a statement denying that the institution is funding a regional crisis fund. A few hours after, other members of the government's economic team gave separate interviews to explain what was appearing as an embarassing mistake.
Economic Planning Secretary Ralph Recto even said it was the International Monetary Fund (IMF)--not the World Bank--that raised the topic in one of the side meetings when the two multilaterals held a joint meeting in Washington that week.
But when the IMF also denied it made such offer, all fingers were pointed at Teves, who just recently arrived from the Washington meetings, to explain the faux pas.


Ano ba naman kasi yung magpasalamat muna sa mga donors bago magmayabang.

Eh, kung totots sanang statesperson ang isang pangulo, dapat tawagan man lang yung tumulong sa iyo sa panahon ng kagipitan keysa magmayabang ba na ipamalita agad na si World Bank eh handang tumulong at si IMF ay handa sanang magpaluwal.

Kung tumawag para magpasalamat, di nalaman sana na di naman trulili. Fekes menekes pala.

Ayun, kuryentesima ang lola.

Ashame.

friday fun

After my vacation last August, I have become so protective if not possessive of my weekends. I always reserve these days for my rest and laundry and housecleaning.

Of course with the boob tube almost always on.

It was almost 4 o’clock when my phone rang. I had just finished ironing five clothes and a pair of slacks.

It was my supervisor asking for some employees’ profiles and the new employee numbers. He was preparing the payroll for permanenet employees while I was doing the outsourced staff.

I could hear his upset voice. I directly told him I that I do not do employee profile and pointed him to our colleague, who is always in charge of these stuffs.

“Why should I be asked for Employees’ profile when it is not my job?, I asked him. “It is your job because Badr is on vacation,” he replied. “Oh, that is my job now. Ok it is my job, don’t asked me where are those then because it is only now that I know I have to make those freakin profile,” I told him.

After two hours, I decided to drop everything and went to the office to do the profile.

My Supervisor was surprised to see me at the office. Although I could see his smile because he knows that I would be of so much help to him while the he is preparing the payroll.

As usual, I hear his monthly lamentation on how he hates doing the payroll. “The fucking software is still the same, malfunctional,” he told me.

I was not surprised.

I reviewed all the overtime payment requisition so that he could include in the payroll.

It was a long night, an overtime work without pay.

However, before I reached home, I had a great fun. It was more than a pay.

swing or fly

Watching GMA, no, not Gloria, Good Morning America make me smile today. While I am still trying to grab more sleep, I heard the news anchors talking about how crtical that swing voters would turn the poll results into the opposite.

Michelle Obama was, smart, to answer how her husband is not focusing on the poll results but on how the voters should register to cast their votes.

They discussions on the 08 elections are really eating the air waves with the poll issues..

In the Philippines, this could not be the duyan. Swing? Nope. Fly.

Yes, Flying voters make the elections. And the Pinoy legislators know this as evinced by the non-realizattion of the poll automation bill.

Swing or fly. It makes sense (stupid, though), not make their mind.

Flying Voters. As the Philippine elections is also gearing up, rich politicians are now oiling their machineries to fly high.

Hop in Flying Voters.

Swing the votes.

Then go to hell, if you want.

break up

My bebe has another honey. His txt message to his honey was mistakenly sent to me. Very early this morning, I asked him who is honey, he said honey was his classmate during his high school. Bebeh said they have no relationship. Ako lang daw mahal nya. But why was the txt message sent at 1:26AM. Who would be exchanging messages at these hours? Former classmates? Hmp. I sent bebe a message. Bulag na ta...

ugly me

I have a morbid tummy. My big belly is really gross and it makes me inferior as my confidence level is going down the drain.

However, a lot of my friends are telling me silently that my inside beauty could be the opposite but a brother, who is also my flat mate that is celebrating his birthday today could be thinking my persona is a lot disgusting than my big belly.

True, I am ugly inside, out. Today, I never dared seeing him to greet during his birthday. I don’t know why. I just don’t feel like doing it. I sent him an email though and asked him to help Ace land a job with their company.

I was chatting for the first time with Ace because I know he and his mom are so depressed to leave their house in the next 17 days.

Ace said it was the first time to see his mom crying last night as she threw the towel on racing to raise money to pay their house amortization.

I could only offer Ace and his mom my house to live wen they would be evicted very soon.

As I feel for them, I was not able to resist expressing to Ace my love for him.

“Love you din,” he said. I could only tell myself that I am beautiful.

But another YM contact PM me and said “hi” that I replied “halu.” The messages kept coming and I sensed that the chatter seems not the character I used to chat with. As the strange chatter was successful in dragging me away from Ace’s attention, I unzip my skin and unleash the ugliest in me.

People who used other people’s email addy are the hackers of the lowest order. Apparently the strange chatter is the jealous Barcelona-based wife of an acquaintance working in Jeddah.

I told her, “bakla ako, pangit ako at mas matanda ako sa yo kahit alam ko na hukluban ka. kaya wag ako ang pag aksayahan mo ng oras. Lubayan mo ako, maghanap ka ng mga bahay dyan na malilinis sa Espanya para magkapera ka. Wag ako ang abalahin mo.”

Pobresitang muchacha!

Apparently, the jealous wife called a substitute chatter. The new gaga read my piece and had to ask apologies for her girl friend and tried explaining why the jealous friend did such a low deed.

I told them apologies not accepted.

“Ang taong bastos dapat binabastos din,” sabi ko amid her friend’s heckling in poor Spanish.

In the middle of my anger, I called my acquaintance in Jeddah and reported to him about his wife’s very lowly attitude of using his email address just to spy on me trying to uncover if I am his mistress.

“Bakit? Ano mo sya?” the message from Spain read. “I don’t need your hubby, I already have a lot,” I replied.

The last time I lost my patience was during my recent my vacation where I threw my brother’s girl friend out of my mother’s house.

That brought my brother into tears that he never did when my father died.

Although I said sorry to my brother later for the embarrassment he felt for that woman, I never regretted that I shouted to his girl friend and that she is never welcome in my mother’s house.

I know that a lot of my loved ones do not like that un-invited guest and they laughed at it while a couple praised me for being so brutally frank to send that woman out of the family reunion after I got fed up of her always eavesdropping each time my family tried to talk about our individual life’s troubles, problems and joyous moments.

I have not talked to my siblings seriously for long after my father died a decade ago. That reunion was supposed to make up for the lost times but an invading person just swept that chance.

Just like how an invading chatter invaded my romantic moment with Ace.

How awful.

trying times

Are the effects of the global economic crises hitting me and my friends?

Few months back, my best friend cousin got evicition notice from the house they are staying. His problem affects me as my niece and nephews will be living out in the streets soon.

Few minutes back, I got a txt message from another friend that Ace and her mom are to be evictedm from the house they are living in for years by the end of this month.

Few hours back, I was reading the creative entry of my idol, Mugen in his Pulsar blog. He was reporting about Jomanian’s trying times.

Around a month back, Kiks has posted his last entry that rang alarm on his melancholic Manila mission. Pati si Mandaya, wala nang laman ang lubricant tube nya. As in pigang piga na as shown in the picture.

What’s goin’ on?

Sabi nga ni Aaron, it’s right to worry as he foretells darker times ahead.

Ano pa kaya ang nagbabadya?

Paano ko matutulungan ang pinsan ko at ang kaibigan kong ina ni Ace? May mga pagsubok din akong sinusuong sa ngayon.

Bathala ng kasaysayan at pakikibaka, tulungan mo po akong malampasan ang mga pagsubok na dulot ng naghaharing mapagsamantala. Bigyan nawa ako ng lakas upang isulong ang mga solusyon upang maitaguyod ang aking naghihirap na pamilya, mga kaibigan at kasama sa pagkilos upang desenteng mabuhay.

With Don’s starsigns, sana po ay tuluyan ng matapos at mapanday ang aking bahay na sanay di lang magkakailaw kundi magkaka wi-fi sa piling ng aking mga mahal sa buhay.

si bebe ko

nakita ko sya...

pinagtanong ko name nya

binigay sa akin celphone number nya

tinext ko at nagpakilala sa kanya

sinabi ko na crush ko sya at kung pwede kami na

binasted nya ako pero di ako tumigil sa pag txt

kahit naubos na load ko. ginamit ko isa ko pang cellphone na meron pang load...

habang nagti txt, tinititigan ko sya. hanggang sinagot nya ako at naramdaman ang tamis ng kanyang mga halik.

nagamot na rin ang puso kong taon-taon na lang nasusugatan.

Pulsar: Famous Last Words

Pulsar: Famous Last Words

i thought you're breaking up with your current job. then, your twitter states you're free. i assumed you finally moved to the new firm. but now, three last words, claiming freedom. anuvatalagah?

break it to me gently....

alas

I called Ace today. I didn’t expect I could connect to him. Aside from getting a very weak phone signal in their home, Ace phone is malfunctioning.

But luckily, Ace was on top of their house, literally, on the rooftop. I was not surprised. Ace could be found everywhere.

"Perhaps, somebody told me that you would be calling. So, I am here where I could have a better phone signal," Ace told me when I asked is he doing on top of their roof.

I felt happy to have talked again to my very special friend. Yes. He is very special to me, not to mention his third eye prowess.

Ace is a vocalist of a band, which he has deserted recently.

“I got fed up,” sabi nya. "I realized that I have to scout for a more stable job that would help me provide for my mom and I,” the 24-year old tall, dark and handsome-love-of-mine said.

Truly, Ace scouted for a job. This BS Education graduate is a mathematics-major. He is smart and chaming with children, too. Ace applied for a teaching post with the Department of Education in Compostela Valley.

Ika-186 si Ace sa listahan ng mga kukuning guro sa isang publikong mataas na paaralan sa kabilang ibayo ng Lungsod ng Dabaw, ang pinakamalaking lungsod in terms of land area sa buong mundo na nagdiriwang ng Kadayawan, noong kami ay nag-chikahan.

Sa haba ng listahan minabuti nya, sa susog ng kanyang ina na mag abroad na lamang muna. Ayon pa kay Melia, nanay ni Ace, panahon na rin na makita nya ang kanyang anak na tumayo sa sariling paa at makitang naghahanda sa pagkakaroon ng sariling pamilya. Melia is the bestfriend of my bestfriend. We, too are best of friends. Alam ni Melia na crush, di lang crush, na love ko si Ace.

Si Ace ay mag-isang pinalaki ng kaibigan kong may-ari ng isang na parlor sa Poblacion, Toril.

After finishing his baccalaureate degree in Education, nagdesisyong pursigihin ang kanyang hilig sa pagkanta with a band.

Sa Daungan, isang KTV bar kung saan nag wowork ang aking present lover na si beb, una kong nakilala at naring si Ace na kumanta pero meron pa syang mga flats noon sa nag iisang song na kinanta nya noon.

Ang pangalawa ay doon sa Janzar. It was my frist time to be in Janzar, isang medyo disenteng resto bar na may malaking video wall kung saan kitang kita ang kumakanta kahit andoon na ako sa open-space na smoking-area.

I was awed when Ace sang and dance. Ang cute nya, parang si Billy Crawford. He connects tohis audience, at wala ng flats.

Few hours before this the mother and son joined us in a family dinner. I invited Ace and Melia to a dinner at my mother’s home. I introduced Ace to my US-based sister and to Madz, who is scouting for some skilled guys to work in their company in Saudi Arabia.

I asked my brother to help Ace find a job in their company, which my brother promised to.

I grabbed that opportunity to invite Ace to my pad and type his CV kaya halos whole day sya sa bahay noon. Chika lang kami. Salamat sa Red Horse na tira naming the other night. May photo shoot din kami that time and I was able to expressed my feeling kay Ace. I never cared to ask on his feelings towards me.

Masaya na ako na nagiging close na kami nya. I know that Ace is straight. “Di pa ako nagkarelasyon sa isang gay,” Ace told me.

Sa isip naming dalawa, baka ako pa lang. Wishful thinking.

What caught me interested with Ace is his life living with a lesbian as his surrogate father.

“Yes, I call her Papa. Why should I be ashamed of that. Margot is a lesbian who lived with my mother when I was still young. Papa raised me for 20 years,” Ace told me. Margot died few years back and Ace sang Wild flower during her funeral rites.

So, Ace is not a total stranger with gay love. May hope ako.

Sana nga, makarating na sya dito sa Riyadh.

"Dili bitaw na mabuntis," his mom quipped.

poste at peste

Operation Kahayag…Asa?

I woke up today with a TXT message from my beloved bestfreind informing me of more monies needed to get the Davao Light and Power Company to legally light unfinished house in Dabaw.

6K para deposit sa poste ug more or less 1,500 pesos para sa load meter.

Before this it was 16,000 for the new wiring and labor. When I was on vacation, I had to shell out few thousand pesos to correct he concrete post that has some error in mounting. Gumastos na ako, pangit pa rin ang poste sa tabi ng post ng gate. Andami ng gastos pero wala pa rin lights.

Si Speaker Nograles, nag launch sa Operasyon Kahayag sa amo lugar.

Actually, my house borders on two villages, Daliao and Dumoy. Dati, ang sityo namin, Saint Jude, ngayon gumawa ng bago, sitio San Isidro na.

Di ko alam kung sinong Santo pa ang dapat tawagin bago gumana ang mga poste na itinirik na sa sitio naming.

Parang hindi mga santo ang kailangan. Mga tao na nasa pera ang kailangan. Mga taong mukhang pera kasi ang nakatayo na mas matayog sa mga poste. Peste.

Before the Speaker, people involve in the lighting of our place has floated the idea of me paying for the costs of around five posts. Una, six thousand lang ang isang poste. Then, when I am about ready to go, the amount reached to nearly 300,000 pesos.

I could imagine the fortune those corrupt people would do had I gave in to the deal.

Now, ipaputol na raw lahat ang illegal connections ng DLPC pati PLDT bago pa connect ang kuryente sa mga poste.

More than a decade na ang application ko sa DLPC, ilang beses na narenew, ilang beses na nagbayad. May mga padulas na. Talo pa ang pwet ng bakla kung magpadulas ang mga hayup sa electric company.

Kaya from Riyadh, I bought with me four panels of solar to convert the rays of the sun into electricity.

May boyfriend pa ako noon na magaling sa technology. He was able to install the solar panels and have it function. May hitch nga lang doon na, I theorized may mali sa isang connection kasi nag iingay ang batteries kung exhausted na ang energy.

Ang ginawa, yung kubo sa tabi ng kapilya, ianplay naming ng kuryente sa DLPC kasi, malapit sya sa poste. Yung may ari ng kubo, libre kuryente, tapos ikinabit namin sa bahay ko yung wire na napakahaba upang lumiwanag ang bahay at gumana ang ref at computer ko. Ang hirap kaya na di ka makapag charge ng cellphone at di ka makagamit ng computer.

Kaya, I was eager to get a new line with Operation Kahayag.

Few weeks back, Karlo Nograles inaugurated the switching ceremony. I wonder what the switch is for. Wala pa man nahayag.

I will be sending more money today. Sabi nga nila, wag mawalan ng pag-asa. Letse talaga. Sana ako rin, di mawala ng pera.

Asan na kaya yung poste ni fafa, patayuin ko rin para makuryente ako. Magpadulas pa ba ako?

senyur sitisin, beer, birtdi, ofw, atbp.

After a month of working in Riyadh following my 30-day vacation in Dabaw, I wished I could go home again. But the sky-rocketing prices of the air ticket, which has more than doubled in less than a year is blocking all my hopes. I miss my bebe so much.

The thoughts of having a 10-day vacation and unable to go home is leaving me helpless if not driving me nuts.

I could only reminisce the days of my vacation. Below is a vacation article I wrote after the Bilyar story.

Senior Citizen kung silang tinuringan.

Umaga pa ay tulong-tulong na ang mga “tiguwang” sa sityo, San Roque, Baranggay Daliao sa pag aayos ng stage.

Sila kasi ang unang toka sa gabi-gabing kasiyahan na inihanda ng buong sityo isang lingo bago ang pista ng San Roque.

Habang tumutulong kay Mundoy ang mga kaibigan kong si Jhongjhong at Joel sa pagkabit ng mga ilaw ay nakapanayam ko si Mother Aster sa tahanan nina Peter Lloyd, isang visual merchandiser sa Riyadh.

Si Aster, Mader, kung tawagin namin sa Baranggay Daliao, ay tanyag na aktibo sa Women’s group at sa OFW Families Group kung saan siya ay ilang beses ng nahirang na presidente. Baangay Kagawad din si Mader at kung tama ang alala ko, una ko siyang nakilala ng panahonng eleksyon mahigit isang dekada na ang nakaran.

Nagklik agad kami ni Mader matapos syang magpakilala at sabihing 3 sa naka niya ay migrante at nasa Japan.

Bilang OFW, feeling ko mother ko na rin si Aster.

Nang maghuntahan kami, sinabi ni Mader na dapat may second-liner na rin sa Baranggay naming na papalit sa kanya.

Turn-over ceremonies na ang nakikita ni Mader. Ang bulungan nga ay dapat sa susunod na eleksyon ay iba na naman sana ang mahalal. “Si Mundoy ang ihirang natin sa susunod,” sabi ni Inay, nanay ni Peter Lloyd.

“Di na ako masyado nag active sa OWWA, Gar,” pahayag ni Mother Aster, na huli kong nakasama ay Migrante Partylist Orientation noon ng OFW Groups ng buong Davao City na dinaluhan ni Papa Roy at Papa John.

Parang nawalan lang daw ng gana si Mother at nabanggit nya ang pagka destino ni Mrs Zenobia Caro na dating OWWA Regional Administrator sa Dabaw at ngayon at Labor Welfare officer na yata sa Israel.

“Last Migrant’s Day, OWWA asked me to mobilize 100 OFW families pero 60 lang ang nadala ko. Libre pamasahe at pack lunch ang celeberation sa gym ng University of Mindanao.

Ang ibang grupo pala ay binigyan ng 30,000 at may 60,000 pesos na ibinigay sa mga lideres upang magdala ng mga tao. Yun pala, wala pang 2 OFW members ang dumalo sa mga dinala ng iba,” sumbong sa akin ni Mother Aster.

Kailangan ko makapanayam ang OWWA tungkol sa alegasyong ito pero alam kong hahanapan lang nila ako ng testiomonya sa binigkas ni Mother Aster.

“Eh ano ba naman yung sumbong,” sambit ko sa sarili.

Pera.

Pero teka lang. Pera yata ng OFWs yung ginastos at ang sabi ni Mother Aster ay pinamigay ng OWWA official sa mga di OFWs para dumalo sa Migrants Day celebration.

Nyeta! Eh, kung ang mga stranded sa Riyadh ay di nila mabigyan ng libreng tiket pauwi, eh pinamimigay na pamasahe lang pala ng mga di OFWs at kahon kahon pang packed lunch ang inuwi upang mag party. Nyeta talaga.

Bago pa umakyat ang blood pressure ko ay minabuti ko ng paunlakan ang alok ni Inay na magkape . Iniwan ko si Joel at Jhong ay tumulong sa pag ayos ng entablado sa San Roque.

Kinagabihan ay nag umpisa na ang palatuntunan na pinasinayahan ni dating Barangay Kapitan Boy Sucayre na member din ng Senior Citizen. Nakakatuwang nakakabagot na abangan ang kanta ng isang mang-aawit na kay tagal mag umpisang kumanta. Siguro dahil sa katanadaan ay mahina ng lumakad at ang labo na ng kanilang mga mata na mabasa ang pamagat ng kanilang kakantahing videoke.

Umalingawngaw ang boses ng matandang babaeng kumanta ng Paper Roses.

Bago matapos ang kanta ay may text messages na natanggap si Mundoy.

“Galing kay Emil,” sabi ng best friend ko na kasama ko sa bahay. Si Emil ay isang dating entertainer o cultural worker sa Japan na kaibigan ng kapatid ko.

Dati, nadalaw ako sa bahay ni Emil minsang nagbakasyon sya galling Japan. Pinagmalaki nya ang kanyang mga larawang kuha sa kanyang mga sayaw sa isang bar sa ibat ibang panig ng bansang Hapon.

Ngunit ng hinagupit ng paghihigpit ng bansang Hapon ang pagtrabaho ng mga mananayaw at ibat ibang klaseng entertainers ang Japan ay din a nakabalik sa kanyang trabaho bilang migranteng manggagawa si Emil.

Ngayon ay namamasukan sya sa parlor ni Enteng na dati ring nagtrabaho sa Iraq sa kanyang parlor.

Pinilit ko si Mundoy na pumunta kami sa Haidees, isang local videoke bar na pinagdausan ng birthday ni Emil.

Sakay agad kami sa trisikad habang nagsasayaw naman ang isang grupo ng mga lola. Dancing with the Lolas ang drama.

Alam na mga ng taga San Roque na ang minindal sa tuwing matapos ang padasal sa kapilya ay sponsor na ni Emil dahil palagi itong natataon sa kapistahan ng San Roque. Kaya sa Haidees ay inuman na lang ang maaasahan.

Inabutan ko na agad si Emil ng pandagdag sa kanyang party budget at bago ako malasing ay isang buttered chcken at limang platitong mani ang na order ko dahil sa napakaraming beer ar puro beer na lang ang sahog sa mga kantang pumupulandit sa isang gabing binuhusan ng malakas na ulan.

Kanta, beer, chat. Txt at chika sa mga nagsisidatingang panauhin. Naalala ko tuloy si Edwin Luis na mahigit din sampong taon na pabalik-balik sa Japan

Sa last chat naming ng kumustahin ko si Edwin, “Eto, nakanganga. Din a ako nakalabas uli,” ang malungkot na sabi ni Edwin.

Kung bakit kasi may nagpanukala pa na yung mga nakaapak lang ng dalawang taon sa kolehiyo ang pwedeng maging entertainer o cultural worker sa Japan. Wala naming maibigay na magndang hanapbuhay sa Pilipinas ang nagpapatupad ng polisyang yun.
Di ko tuloy malaman kung sino ang mangmang sa sinasabi ng pamahalaan.

Pauwi na kami ni Mundoy ay tinirik ng binahang kalsada ang aming sinakyang tricycle.

Kagaya ng trabaho ni Emil sa Japan na biglang natigil, napanalangin ako na sana’y umandar uli ang tricycle sa gitna ng ulan at baha at sana’s makatrabaho uli si Emil sa Japan.

Sa OWWA, sana’y magising kayo sa mga bagyo ng buhay na dinadanas ng mga OFWs bago pa kami sumabay sa galit ng malakas na ulan at kidlat na may kasamang pag-aaklas ng panahon.

Detoxicated

Ok na kami ni beb. Super txt sya sa akin kahit di nya nareceive ang mga earlier messages ko. Di ko kasi napansin na ibang phone number pala ang gamit nya.

Wala raw load yung number nya kaya ginamit nya yung isang SIM card na di ko napansin. Txt naman ako ng txt sa kanya. When I realized, super forward na naman ako ng mga sent msgs ko.

Nokonsensya naman kasi ako sa bata na akala nya ay break na kami kasi inisip nya na galit ako sa kanya.

Matuk mo ba namang, di ibinayad ang pera para sa eskwela.

After explaining that the money is intact and that he was unable to pay the tuition because the money given him is insufficient ay natahimik na ako. Baka ako pa ang makadagdag.

Sabi ko na lang sa sarili ko, hustohin ng cousin nya ang obligasyon nya na pag-aralin si bebe ko. Yun naman ang agreement nila before I entered into beb’s life.

Tama na yung moral support na lang ako kay beb. Mas maigi na yung matapos nya ang pag-aaral nya ng koleheyo na pinaghihirapan nya. Ayoko ng matulad pa sa dalawang pinaaral ko noon. Ni di ko alam kung totoong Cum Laude nga ba sa nursing o nag graduate ba talaga.

Yung isa naman kasing sumunod na pinaaral ko, di pa tapos ang second semester ay may Japayuki ng nabuntis. Masarap pa naman sana kasi laplapan talaga na pagulong-gulong at gifted child sya. Very talented and very skilled. Dinagit lang ng tinatagong gf nya. Merese.

Sino ba naman kasi ang nagsabi na Education is a previlege. Ang mahal ha?

Baka dalawang condo units na sana nabili ko sa The Fort kung nakainom agad sana ako ng kape sa tambayan nila Mandaya. Natauhan sana agad ako.

Yung nauna na nursing ang course pero lampas isang dekada ang relasyon naming ay napakastufid on bed. Dyutay na nga, laos pa. Puro pa tweetums na lang. Kung si Mundoy pa, mamon na lang palagi. Saan na nga kaya yung taong yon?

Di na nagpakita mula nang nakipag break ako sa kanya two years back.

Si bebe, bago lang kami. We were just nine days old when I left Dabaw on August 23. But we still feel the warmth of our affection to each adah.

Just enjoying the moments even far apart.

“I love you, beh.”

Labad

I tried to set a good day by reading Mandaya’s old postings. I finished all the entries already with a number of laughers I coud not help bursting. Obviously, I am happy with Mandaya’s love life. I wish to meet him and Kulot plus their gay freinds, too.

After four hours in the net, I stood up from my bed and prepared breakfast. I remembered that beb reminded me to take breakfast today since he was worried that I skipped breakfast yesterday. Tom Jones na rin. There was nothing that my taste buds crave for so I satiated myself with what were available, dried pusit and boneless danggit, boiled rice and banana shake.

While cooking, a txt message from my bestfreind said that my lover was “nagnilabad.”

Wala daw gibayad ang pangmatrikula nga gihatag sa iyang cousin nga gusto magpa eskwela sa iyaha.

After finishing my breakfast, I texted my beb.

He admitted and tried to explain that the money is intact and that he was still unable to pay the tuition because the money is not enough.

While my thoughts are lingering if my beb wants additional money from me, I quickly dismissed the idea. My scholarship foundation has been closed.

Enough of these paeskwela kwela. Way pulos. Daghan gastos, way graduates.

My mood has already been distracted. I am stressed out again.

bilyar

Tumutugtog ang isang lumang radyong may nakakabit na emergency light at electric fan na nagpapagising sa isang maliwanag na bilyaran sa gilid ng kalsada sa panulakan ng Sitio St Jude papuntang Sitio San Isidro sa Daliao, Davao City.

Dumadaan ako isang hapon noong aking bakasyon noong nakaraang buwan ng biglang umulan. “Makisilong lang po,” sabi ko habang sinalubong ako bago pa mapaupo ng marining ko ang pamilyar na boses ng isang papalapit na mukha ng aking nahihiwatigan. Medyo tumaba na nga pala si Mark, isang lalaking nakaulayaw ko minsan sa isa sa mga taon nang aking pag uwi ko sa nakalipas na labing walong taon mula Riyadh.

“Sugal ta Gar,” ang narinig kong anyaya sa akin ng isang pamilyar at medyo paos na boses. Nang ituon ko ang paningin sa mukha ng nagsasalita, namalayan ko na lang na naka oo na pala agad ako sa kanya. Si Mark pala.

Dati syang boyfriend ni Gerry, ang aking palaging partner sa “Ronda Mindanao” tuwing ako ay nagbabakasyon sa Toril, Davao City. Ronda Mindanao ang tawag namin kung kami ay nag-iikot sa bayan. Ang paglilibot na to ay cruising kung tawagin ng aking mga American friends.

Di ko makalimutan si Mark kasi, alaskado kasi si Gerry noonng ahasin siya ni Edwin, isang Japayuki entertainer na kaibigan ko rin. Ang kwento sa akin ng bestfriend ko, nagpapadyak si Gerry sa sala ng bahay ko at gumugulong sa sahig na umiiyak sabay dialogue, “Sige, tumbe, tamake pa ninyo akong nawng,” habang umiyak sa sakit na naramdaman ng malaman nya na nakaulayaw ni Edwin si Mark.

Ganyan ka love noon ni Gerry si Mark, noong binata pa ito. Si Mark naman, ilang taon ang nakalipas ng maganap ang anakondahan at wala na sila ni Gerry noon, ay nakatambalan ko ng ilang beses na gumanap sa isa, dalawa, o tatlong maiinit na pelikulang "Oh Yeah". Huh.

Tinuro sa akin ni Mark ang bilyaristang kulot ang buhok at hubad ang t-shirt. Sa lukluk ng aking isipan ay naala-ala ko na nakainuman ko na rin ang bilyarista ng minsang kasama ko si Makaw sa gilid ng basketbolan.

Napaupo ako sa upuang nakapaligid sa bilyaran, tabi ni Makaw, na una kong nakilala pagpanhik ko pa lang sa bungad ng mistualng bahay kubo na puno sa nanonood at nakikisilong dahil nga umaambon.

Nag umpisa na ang laro na di ko napansin. Napanood lang ako sa kalabang manlalaro at nabighani sa kanyang abs at imbes na sa laro ako nakatuon ay sa magandang abs at kilikili ako nakatitig habang nagalalaro sila ng tako at bola.

Naalala ko na may pusta nga pala kami at napatanong kay Makaw kung kanino ako itinaya ni Mark. Kumpiramado ni Makaw na kay kulot nga kami nakapusta.

Habang naaaliw ako sa katawan ng mga lalaking nagbibilyar dumating na rin si Mundoy na dapat ay kasabay kong maglakad para ehersesyo. Bumalik sya sa bahay dahil nalimutan ng kanyang jowa ang cellphone sa kama ng aking ever-loyal friendship.

“Basa ka,” Ssabi ko sa kanya. Medyo basa ang kanyang mga braso sa malalking tagaktak ng ulan. Inalok ko ang aking shawl na batik upang ipunas ngunit tumanggi sya sabay hugot sa kanyang signature na bandana.

Nababagot na ako ng malapit ng matapos ang pangatlong laro.

Last ball si Kulot at pumalya ang kanyang tira. Tira ngayon ang may magandang abs na tsinitong taga-Baybay na bilyarista.

Maraming bola syang hinulog sa buslo ngunit bago sya mag last ball ay di nabuslo ang tira.

Tinapos na nu kulot ang laro bago ako mabagot.

Naging 200 daan ang inihanda kong 50 pesos. Binayaran na rin ni Mark ang piakiusap na “time” ng kalaban dahil siguro ay ubos na ang pera nya. Napasakamay ko ang 130 pesos at binigay ko ang sampo na hininging balato ni Makaw.

May natalo may nanalo.

Bukas kaya sino ang panalo?

Ito rin ang tanong ko sa bakabakan ng mga militar at MILF sa Pikit na parang palaman ng tinapay na kumalat sa ibang bahagi ng Central at Southern Mindanao.

Gaya ng sugal na ang karamihan ay bihirang may mananalo, sigurado ako na ang mga sibilyan ang palaging talo.

nu yir

i left my cellphone at d office, my newly fixed car got burned in the street. house was in disarray with wet clothes hanging, and soaked clothes scattered in the bathroom, courtesy of my flatmate. these were the bad things that rained on me when i left the office for the last working day of 2007.

on the first day of 2008, i was late for nearly an hour when i reached the office since it is working day in riyadh. lunch time, a bad news struck me. my sister who had neck cancer, called to inform me that our eldest brother is now in the icu of a hospital in davao city. apparently, manong had a stroke last 30th of december. he went to a doctor and was advised to undergo an ecg. he did not.

jan 1, early morning he was rushed to the hospital after our second eldest brother in naga convinced him to see a doctor and a cardiologist.

manong is afraid of hospitals and doctors. my late father told me before that manong has a phobia n needles.

hahay. nu yir.