A WRITE-UP EVERY GIRL SHOULD READ

This article is not to stir up paranoia in you, or change your perception of love. This is just what I have learned and realized after a string of bad breakups and countless conversations with friends (few years my senior mostly) who have had more experiences in the past. But I must say, writing this blog got me picturing myself putting on that phenomenal wonderwoman getup running everywhere like a woman on a mission. What a funny thought. Not one of those HA-HA-HA jokes though.

I remember the very first time a boy has ever laid eyes on me. It was a moment I kept in my heart. Who would forget something like that? It was an event that changed my life forever. His name was Harry. We went to the same school. He was a new comer when we were in Sophomore. We clicked instantly. Back in my high school days, I used to be called “Ms. Congeniality” I even received a small trophy for playing that title very well. I was indeed very pleasing and friendly. And so, making friends with Harry was easy as ABC. I don’t exactly remember how it started, but one thing was certain – we became the best of friends right away.

We would always hang out every after school at my place or in that small canteen just outside our school named MangDo. I was also his Math and History tutor. When we are not together, we would spend our time talking over the phone until we fall to sleep. And the next day, he would wait for me at the school gate so we go to the assembly together. Being late most of the time, we would always be asked by the principal to come up the stage and stand there for the whole duration of the assembly. That was how we made our names. HA!

It was not that long before we decided to take our friendship to the next level. He was my first boyfriend. My best friend who became my best boyfriend. It was a relationship everyone envied. It was founded by trust, respect, love and friendship. Definitely a beautiful love story. Until he cheated.

And so, I had to leave him. It wasn’t easy. Two years wasn’t a joke. But at that time, it was the best thing to do. At least that was what I thought. Cheating for me marks an end to every relationship.

I consciously looked for someone to fill the place Harry once had. I’ve had one too many. I tried to see HIM in every guy I met. But none of them ever captured my heart. It was never the same.

Until I found “the one” who swept me off my feet. He came at the right time and right place. I was back in the loop.  Love came my way again. My heart beat for a young man named Alfred.

This time, it lasted for 5 years. It was better compared to the first one. I guess my first relationship prepared me for the next one in line. I was more mature and better handled situations.

We were both in college then and just starting to explore life. For me, it meant making new friends and trying out new things. It was different for him. His exploration included girls. I was again cheated on. Many times. It happened over and over. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. I broke up with him. If I didn’t, I would have lost my self-esteem.

Soon, I found another companionship that tasted like real love. Alfred was replaced.

Though everything happened pretty fast, the relationship was such a bliss and managed to last, somehow. My world revolved around Oscar. I became really close with his family (and still am as I write this).

Everything was so perfect that we thought of getting married. We even planned it with our parents. The first months were magical. He was too good to be true. He was every woman’s ideal man (trust me) But then, like the two bastards before him, he cheated too. I didn’t see that coming. I let my guards down and allowed him take over me. Why don’t I ever learn?

And so the relationship came to an end just early this year. Since then, I went on dates with different guys and tried to study them. It only brought me to one conclusion: Men are unique – Unique in the sense that they play their games different from each other. Still and all, game will always be in the picture. That has been the argument between women and men. The latter would always defend themselves (of course) and say it’s not true, but be that as it may, I have been there and seen it and felt it. For me, it’s real. This really happens. Maybe not to you, but it proved its existence to me and I am only speaking for myself.

I never, ever committed after that. I wasn’t ready yet. And still not up to this very day. Just the thought of jumping into a relationship again makes me sick. Finally, the happiness and completeness I have been searching all my life appeared transparently right into my face. I thought that would only be possible if you had a partner – the better half, as they may claim. Apparently, that is not the case with me. I have an astounding relationship with myself and so far, this is the best state I have ever been in my entire life.

THE BEGINNING

One time, I chanced upon my sister’s supposed-to-be-husband, Zander. They were together for 11 years. Why didn’t they get married, you may ask. He cheated, few months before the exchange of their vows. As expected, my sister called off the wedding.

So this was what our conversation covered.

CHEATING

Zander shared a story of him that happened months back. He was at the bank to deposit some money. Beside him was a couple in their early 70’s. They were really sweet and was joking around, laughing really hard. They were an epitome of true love.

Of course, they caught the banker’s attention. I mean, who would have not? And so she inquired, “Sir / Ma’am, if you don’t mind me asking, how long have you been together and what is your secret for a long-lasting marriage?”

The old man was quick to respond. “We have been married for 53 years now. The secret? It’s simple. Women should make bigger adjustments than men, and that they should accept the fact that men by nature are polygamous.”

The story lingered in my mind. I thought about it hard enough and came up with a realization. A wise one (though I am not sure if any woman or man for that matter, would agree with me on this one)

THE REALIZATION

All men cheat. At some point, they will. No one won’t. They will cheat, from the simplest to the most extreme form.

With all the heartbreak episodes, I think it’s safe to say that I have all the right to be preaching about this. These are the pains of being pure at heart. Don’t get me wrong. Like I said at the start of this write-up, I am not trying to stir up paranoia, tension and whatnot.

I have always believed that cheating is a mortal sin. If you have been unfaithful to your partner, then the relationship should stop immediately. Right there and then after you knew about it. It is an unforgivable act and should never be tolerated. With this being said, it’s pretty obvious why I break up with my boyfriends, my cheater bastard ex-boyfriends the moment they betray me.

But then again, if I will live up to this belief, then that would mean jumping from one relationship to another until I die.

REPEAT: UNTIL I DIE.

Because I will never find a one-woman-man.

I mean, I put an end to a relationship when my partner fools around. I look for another prospect, but that doesn't guarantee that this next partner will never cheat on me. So what's the point of leaving and finding another one and starting all over again? Useless. And ridiculous.

THE CHOICES

It's either I waste all my life desperately trying to look for the model type relationship and die unsuccessful of this mission

OR

I accept the fact that men are naturally philanderers and just go with it.

It's just a matter of how much I can take. The moment you commit, you take heartbreaks and cheatingsss with it. They go hand in hand.

HOW I PLAN TO GO ABOUT THIS

Cheating is allowed, until I find out about it. My man can do whatever he intends to do, for as long as I do not obtain knowledge of the dirty dark secrets. If I do, then it’s over. Trust is given 100% at the very start of every relationship sans hesitation. I will believe him unless he provides me reasons to do otherwise.

The experiences I have had in the past gave me a cold-blooded life lesson. I learned it the hard way. Had I not encountered these emotional miseries, I would be weak, fragile and flimsy. To put that into perspective, let me take for temporary use the wise words of the German philosopher Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche:

“WHAT DOES NOT KILL YOU ONLY MAKES YOU STRONGER.”

And I am alive. I survived. That should say something to you.

Note: Names of the characters in this write-up had been changed to conceal their personalities. Some events may also be a little twisted, but not far for what truly took place.

If you wish to comment or if you may have any violent reaction, please feel free to share them. I am very much welcoming it. :)

My last cigarette for him:

I wanted to hear his truth, but I wanted his truth to be what I wanted to hear.. so I sat confused.. I didn’t want to hear it from his friends, but him.. we never had the chance to REALLY have a conversation, I mean a serious one, you know, like the ones we had before.. time built walls between us, how to break them down, I don’t know, I’m not even sure if that’s possible..

I thought back to the first night that we kissed. I pictured him standing in front of me, smiling as he brushed my hair from my face, exposing my eyes – my eyes that entrusted every word escaping his lips. I could remember the way he tasted and the way he smelled. I could still hear him whispering into my ear. I had opened up to him and told him things I couldn’t tell anybody. Everything was perfect. I didn’t know what went wrong along the way.

I drifted back to the time I had gone days without eating. Liquor became my nourishment, and cigarettes my best friend. After a couple of days, I forced myself to believe I was strong. I felt unstoppable, but in reality I had become what I promised myself I would never be. I despised being stared in the face, reminding me that he had won. I began moving on to other vices, hoping to hide myself from the pain. My world seemed to be crashing down around me, and I felt completely alone. Day after day, I would find myself in the same situations. Ones I couldn’t control.

Remembering all these, my tears searched their way out.. my face became a fluid. I wiped away the tears with the sleeve of my shirt, then pulled a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I removed a cigarette and let it rest gently between my fingers. Reaching back into my pocket, I pulled out a black lighter. Lighting the cigarette, I pulled the smoke into my lungs. A tear slid down my cheek, but I didn’t brush it away this time. Instead I let it roll down my chin and drip onto my jeans.

He appreciated my insecurities, which allowed him to be a part of my survival. He would always tell me that even when he finds another girl, he would still seek for my imperfections. I considered the reality of his influence, and I realize I had finally found a way to reclaim myself.

The last time we were together was when I went to his place… we cooked, we talked, we laughed, we hugged, we kissed… things we used to do before… things i would surely miss… things that made me feel so complete… the feeling was — unexplainable… I don’t know what it was, but it felt good, really… and I’d trade anything for that to happen again… because after that day, I never felt complete again…

"What you don’t know will not hurt you.." Like he always tells me… and truth will, i guess, set me free… 

I finished the cigarette and left it still burning on the floor. I walked out of the house and stepped onto the sidewalk. The air was cold and I felt more alone than usual. I walked to the edge of the road and stared at the tracks leading away from me, challenging me to follow. My throat tightened, although what I felt wasn’t sorrow, but relief. With a defiant step I began to walk in the opposite direction, leaving my uncertainty behind.

"i didn’t ask for it to be over, but then again, i never asked for it to begin.. for that’s the way it is with love… EVEN THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAYS EVENTUALLY HAVE THEIR SUNSETS…"

Ang pangarap kong Jackpot

Ilang araw na din ako nag-bblog, marami-rami na rin akong naisulat tungkol sa kung anu-anong bagay. Mula sa mga anomalyang nangyayari sa Pilipinas, sa nalalapit kong pag-explore ng Cebu hanggang sa kalokohan ng pag-ibig at mga kasawian ko dito. May maisulat lang ba.

So ano na naman kaya ang isusulat ko ngayon? Hmm. Hunyo. Buwan ng kasalan (ok, kasawian na naman!) I can’t help it, yan ang mga pangyayaring nakapaligid sakin ngayon. Kasalan dyan, kasalan don. Ako na lang yata ang bukod-tanging naglalaway sa ideya na yan! Nakakatawa!

Nung high school ako, meron kaming nabuong barkadahan. Lahat kami sa grupo ay mga promising ladies (haha, promising talaga!) Kidding aside, mga bright kasi ang mga ito, at lahat sila’y mga di makabasag pinggan. (ewan ko ba kung paano ako nakasali sa grupo na to, e hindi lang pinggan ang binabasag ko.) At dahil dyan, sila na! sila na talaga ang mga pansinin sa batch! Mapa-higher level o pedopilya, nahuhumaling sa kanila. Hinakot na nila ang lahat ng awards! Bongga diba! Pero tatlo sa amin (una, maganda naman siya at matalino rin pero may katabaan. Pangalawa, bakla. Ako ang pangatlo – makapal ang kilay, may braces, payat) Kami ang mga walang love life!

Madalas, telebabad kami sa telepono. Uso pa nun ang three-way conference. Walang araw na hindi kami nagtanong kung bakit wala kaming pag-ibig sa school. Isang tanong na hindi ko makalimutan, pero hindi ko rin masagot – Panget ba tayo? Lols. Feeling ko hindi naman, talagang choosy lang kami HAHA.

Kaya naman kapag may after school hang outs kami at ang mga manliligaw / boyfriends na nila ang napag-uusapan, nananahimik kami sa isang tabi. Kunwa-kunwaring nakikinig  o kaya busy-busyhan sa pagtetext.

Sa araw na to, karamihan sa barkada naming ang engaged na, kung hindi man, tali na. Kaming tatlo? Well, trabaho ang love life naming. Si una, nasa states na at nag nnurse doon, nagpapayaman. Single parin. Si pangalawa, O.R. nurse. Single din. Ako? Eto, pa-petix petix lang at syempre, single rin. MOMOL group, yan ang itatawag ko sa secret society namin. Make-out make-out lang.

Pero hindi naman kami nagging single forever. Hindi naman kami kauri ni Imang na walang singpanget. Pero ang mga relationships namin, lahat fail. Well, lost nila yun. Chura ha!

Early next year, magcchurch wedding na ang isa naming kaibigan sa boyfriend niya for 10 years. Akalain mo yun! Yun at yun lang ang naging boyfriend nya. Sa sampung taon nilang pagsasama, akming tatlo ay nagpapaligsahan naman kung ilang lalaki ang mahuhumaling samin. ANg saya diba.

Ini-imagine kong maglalakad din ako papunta sa altar, at sasalubong sakin ang pinaka gwapong lalaking baliw na baliw sakin. Hanggang sa oras na to, imagination pa rin yan. HAHA. Funny how weddings always make me cry. NUng kinasal ang kapatid ko, humahagulgol ako. Daig ko pa ang nanay ko sa iyak. (Classic! Hahaha) I have no idea why, but maybe because…. Yan ang biggest dream ko. TO BE A LAWFULLY WEDDED WIFE! Chos. What a funny thought.

O siya, maghahanap na muna ako ng tutupad ng aking pangarap. HA!

A girl could dream

Just recently, a good friend of mine, Melissa, from high school got married to her boyfriend of 10 years, Paolo, who was also a schoolmate but 2 years our senior.

I’ve seen them since the day they became friends up to the time they realized that it was no longer just friendship – they discovered to have romantic feelings towards each other.

I remember we were in sophomore, we joined Girl Scouts of the Philippines. Every camping, the Boy Scouts would join us. It was really fun. We learned a lot and enjoyed every activity we had. Soon, the closeness began between the two groups. We would hang out after school at my place, and the closeness became more intense. It was a cater-cousin kind of relationship. Some discovered mutual likeness with each other, until it blossomed to a beautiful puppy love affair.

But the kind of fondness Melissa and Paolo found within themselves was different from the rest. When everybody was breaking up and falling apart, they remained strong, we envied them. Yes, including me. I have lusted and longed for a perfect relationship because seeing them as a couple made me realize that fairy tales could happen in real life. Maybe not with a white horse trotting my way, but sure there is a charming prince in the picture, professing his love for me.

Sometimes, I would find myself looking out the window as if I was being directed to pose for a music video, daydreaming my knight in shining armor would throw a pebble to catch my attention. I could hear him hollering my name, begging to be heard. Though even before I could declare what I feel inside, I’m pulled back to reality. It was just one too many regular days in my life where I just stay by the window watching everyone pass me by. The pebbles thrown in my direction were just thick raindrops falling on the roof rolling down the window… and well, my name being called? It was just an imagination.

But then again, a girl could dream.

To this day, I’m still in my long search of the very man who will sweep me off my feet. In a string of bad breakups, I have mastered the art of solitariness. But you know, at some point it will hit you hard, and you fancy having a companion --- a partner.

He will come I know. The right time may not be nigh, but it will. Until then, I will take pleasure in other things the world is offering me. So when Prince charming and I cross paths, I will be ready for him right off the reel. It will then be perfect. Just like the movies. There is a happy ending.

ooh Cebu, I am coming for you!

I am booked to Cebu and it’s actually my first trip outside Luzon. So thought I’d search for the best places I can go to when I get there. You know, it’s not everyday that you get a chance to have your leave approved, so might as well enjoy it and EXPLORE it to the FULLEST, right?

Well, I can’t say much about the city yet. But I read some blogs about it and it made me even more excited to experience life in Cebu.

GOAL: To make my 3-day stay legendary. It would be a lovely indulgence.

My best friend, Mary, lives in this beautiful city of Cebu. She told me lots of things about her hometown. The good, the bad and the bad that makes it so good. Being her friend for almost half of my life, I can really tell as early as now that I am going to love the people in Cebu. Though I am bit nervous as this is my first flight out, I just know it’s going to be awesome! This is definitely a to-die-for trip!

From wikipedia:

“The City of Cebu (Cebuano: Dakbayan sa Sugbo) is the capital city of Cebu and the second city in the Philippines, the second most significant metropolitan centre in the Philippines and known as the oldest city established by the Spaniards in the country.

The city is located on the eastern shore of Cebu and was the first Spanish settlement in the Philippines. Cebu is the Philippines' main domestic shipping port and is home to about 80% of the country's domestic shipping companies. Cebu also holds the second largest international flights in the Philippines and is a significant centre of commerce, trade and industry in the Visayas and Mindanao region. According to the 2009 LGPMS census, the city has a population of about 822,628 people.”

I leave this Saturday, 18^th of June, 6am and return on the evening of Monday, 20^th. I will be staying in Shangri-La Mactan, the room is beach front. Oooh just the thought of it activates my happy hormones already. I can feel every cell there is in my system leaping for joy while dressed in best beach attire. It’s like the cells want to suck life out of the life in me and be on their own. That is how excited they are. And me.

I managed to make a list of what I want to (try to) do and places I want to visit as soon as I land my feet on Cebu ground.

Ø      Skywalk

Ø      Edge coaster

Ø      Street foods

Ø      Cebuano cuisine (Lechon would be the 1^st on my list)

Ø      Night life

Ø      Falls

Ø      Beaches

Ø      Sky diving (Kontiki Divers)

Ø      Churches / Temples

Ø      Theaters / cinemas

I am not sure if the list is even doable. I mean, my 3-day stay in Cebu is not enough to delve into all there is to explore.

But just the same, I feel it’s going to be perfect. I will let you know how my little adventure went in the next blog I write.

Now excuse me while I prepare my things and pack my bag. Talk about being EXCITED. HA!

So long!

Longing for great perhaps: PCSO

There has been quite a bit talk since Manuel Morato exposed his accusations against the present chairperson of PCSO, Margie Juico and her board members. Morato claims he speaks on behalf of the less fortunate Filipinos. Unless you have been stuck in the cave forever which made you lose your place in the loop, you would really find the words of this man so credible,  you will hate Juico or the whole PCSO for that matter.

Recently the topic was brought up again. PCSO was featured in Ted Failon’s program, reviewing and trying to give answers as to why the lotto machines were rented when they could have just purchased them and saved billions of money. The money wasted could have reached many lives of people who depend on PCSO for medical assistance.

But for some bizarre reason, the previous administrations had been doing some dirty works. (it’s really hard to pin down where and when it all started). One thing’s for sure – it’s been there, always have. So Morato shouldn't go out and try to come off clean to public by pointing his fingers at the person currently handling the troubles he created. Makes sense?

One crazy decision made by him and his administration was when they agreed on the joint contract with TMA, an Australian firm, to supply the thermal paper for 50 years. Let me say that again, FIFTY YEARS! 

Morato said there is nothing wrong with 50 years time. Sure PCSO is there to stay for the next 100 years or more. I'm not arguing what he said in the video. In fact, I believe it’ll be there forever. The problem I have is that the agreement costs 42 BILLION. The charity funds will be affected. Until it’s over, PCSO will be shedding out this huge amount just for the thermal paper used for printing out lotto tickets – which who knows, in the next 10 to 20 years, others will be able to produce the same quality of papers for a way more cheaper price. Who knows, it could be us doing the job. Nothing is impossible nowadays. We are upgrading faster than we could ever imagine. Tying up with a contract this long is just a very stupid idea. What an arse.

Corruption is always there. It happens in the smallest organization to the biggest ones. I swear on the day the world began, it will never go away, unless superman starts flying all over the cities of the world again, eyeing the bad guys. I just had a vision, Spiderman and Batman were tagging along. What a funny imagination.

We were quick to fancy that things were going very smoothly. Tweeted and re-tweeted and blogged and facebook-liked stats and emailed and forwarded every newsbits, every information – read or heard from wherever or whoever – spreading the "good news."

Then we sobered up a bit and realized none of what we fan out were real. They were just make-believes. The fools believe, the gullible ones. I pity them. What a shame. Worse part is, this is becoming like a disease. The firm ones are not so firm after all, they are infected, contaminated – minds have been POLLUTED.

And then we looked on in horror as our country loses the battle of corruption, little by little. The “chosen ones” who are expected to lead his people to success do otherwise. Even more astounding (surprise, surprise) is the revelation that they are not even prepared to rule. They themselves need light and guidance.
 
Now, we are faced with a lot of questions and uncertainties. Will this be over? Will this issues and problems be resolved? Is the charity fund enough? What difference will Juico make this time? PCSO, as their mission would say, is there to help those who are in need -- all the time. Is it still safe to cling on to this one?

The obvious waiting-to-happen is Morato will keep on blaming others for the troubles he started himself. But like the saying goes, “The truth shall prevail”

We shall see.

Only in the Philippines!

GHOST PATIENTS GINASTUSAN NG LOTTO

CLAP CLAP CLAP!  Kay husay talaga ng mga opisyales ng PCSO. Sa kabila ng pangakong tumulong sa mga nangangailangan, sila pa ay nagnanakaw ng pondong nakalaan sa mga mahihirap lalo na sa mga may sakit.

Halagang P300 milyon ang para sana sa maraming inidibidwal na kumakapit at umaasa sa PCSO. Totoo nga ang sabi nila, ang mayayaman ay lalo pang yumayaman, at ang mahihirap ay lalo pang humihirap. Only in the Philippine, ika nga ng mga banyaga. Sa dinami rami ng aking kaibigan mula sa iba’t ibang bansa, tuwing bumibisita sila dito, bukod sa mga popular tourist spots na masayang puntahan, malimit din namin mapag kwentuhan ang pamamalakad dito sa Pinas!  Paano nga ba?

Politika. Oposyales. Korapsyon. Siraan. Hatakan. Inggitan. Di-pagkakaunawaan. Pera. Suhol. Kanya-kanya.

Yaan. Yan ang Pilipinas. Mahusay, hindi ba?

Nakalulungkot isipin na ang mga opisyales na ito ay  mula sa mararangyang pamilya, at produkto ng mga magagandang eskuwelahan kung saan ang edukasyon ay magaling. Ngunit hindi pala kasama dito ang mahusay na paghubog sa kanilang katauhan. Sila ay mga propesyonal at mataas na uri ng tao sa lipunan na sana’y tumutulong sa mga nakakababa sa kanila. Para lamang yang kapatiran, hindi ba.

Korupsyon parin ba? Hindi na ba ito talagang maiiwasan? Pera, pera, pera. Yan na nga lang ba ang mahalaga? Sa P300 Milyon halaga na para sana sa pagpapagamot ng mga may sakit, nakuha pa nilang limasin at gamitin ang pera para sa kanilang sariling kapakanan.

Buhay ng tao ang pinag-uusapan natin dito. At tayo ay magkaka lahi, magkakapatid. Ang kaunlaran ng isa ay kaunlaran ng lahat.

Paumanhin sa ating mga kapatid na napagdamutan, nalinlang, at higit sa lahat, nasakatan.

EYES ON YOU, JUSTICE

5 ex-PCSO officials kakasuhan sa P42-B contract


I chanced upon this article about the 42-B contract signed by Manoling and friends for the thermal paper to be used on lotto tickets. As claimed by Morato, the Australian firm offers the best quality of the said product. Oh, but that is P42 BILLION… a very huge amount of money. I wonder if that was really the amount agreed upon by PCSO and TMA Group of Companies… I just wonder...

If Justice still exists in my beloved country, that would be one miracle. I have kept my eyes wide open and watched the Judicial system. The rate they take things only puts not only the both parties, but everyone who has involvement in the case in agonies. The long wait is almost intolerable.

The atrocity of those officials who signed up for the 50-year contract was abominable in its scale. Why would they sign up and take 50-years agreement? Every single one of them will be dead and still, the contract is effective, making the succeeding officials of PCSO who could have come up with a better deal no choice but just let the previous commitment finish.

I take it that our men do not trust the people of his own race that they are capable of doing this. 50 years is such a very long time and a lot can happen in those years. Possibilities are: the same quality of paper this Australian firm produces can equal to that of what we Filipinos can do. Had that contract agreed on a shorter time, the Filipinos can take over and many jobs will be open for our fellow men.

What is alarming, however, is the glacial pace of the action. But at least there were concern individuals in who are willing to handle and look over things done in the previous administration. Even the present chairperson, Margie Juico, and her board members, are cooperating.

There are a lot of voices that sounded lack of faith as to whether the trial will be concluded.

Concurrently, I hear inquiries about how such bad event as this happened, followed by an eerie question if this situation would repeat itself with the previous administration. I hope not.

Clearly, the Judicial system should act on this the soonest time possible, and PLEASE NO SHORT CUTS!

All I can say is that: The world is closely checking out and waiting to see whether justice would be done.

How long can I stand the SILENCE?

I have not been spreading my propagandas for the last three days, and I must say.. Oh boy, I really did miss it! You know, there are times when you feel so inspirited that you just want to write your thoughts out loud. You get a pen and just jot them down. But by and large, there are those moments when your mind isn’t just there. It’s somewhere else, and you find yourself not able to think of a good subject matter to write about. Not that you lost your brain in the woods – you just want to make sure that when you get that pen going or fingers hitting the keyboard, it comes from the heart and mind so it catches the attention of your readers.
Here’s the scenario: I can no longer last another minute of absence of sound, but my mind is just filled with so many pregnant thoughts, I don’t know where to start.

After high school, I told my parents that I wanted to take up Mass Communication or Journalism. I have always dreamed of becoming a newscaster or a journalist. But my Dad said newscasting or writing won’t make me rich. As a child, I believed him. And so, I took up Nursing, together with all the other 50,000 aspiring “millionaires” (that’s the title that comes with the profession). HA! I was lucky enough to survive the course. Though it was a real challenge – and a pain in the ass. When your heart is not where it should be, there’s that emptiness inside of you, longing to be filled in.

Where am I now? I followed my heart and I feel happy about it. I write. You know that your decision is right when at the end of the day, there is peace in your heart and mind and soul. I have.

Who would have thought I’d fall for what I exactly want to do in life? It’s like a dream come true (somebody pinch me now and bring me back to reality – on second thought, just leave me be)

Well, there is this feeling of fulfillment when you write, and that feeling is incomparable. And I write because I need to let my thoughts out, be heard and be understood, for in writing, your thoughts are expressed freely without being interrupted. Reactions and opinions will come in later, after you have said your piece. Or to put it into perspective, let me take for temporary use the wise words of Enrique Jardiel Poncela, “When something can be read without effort, great effort has gone into its writing.”

Now, excuse me while I think of an interesting topic to write about.

A dose of his own medicine: MANOLING MORATO

The recent happenings in the Philippines are really alarming – and depressing. But this is not something that happened for the first time. I wonder how hard it is for the media to air news on televisions and radios, as well as journalists to write in the newspapers, magazines and whatnot, bringing their viewers, listeners and readers  information the Filipinos should not be proud of.  Our broadcasting industry should really begin to look deep within itself and see if it’s doing this country any good, or harm.

Looks like the ever dashing Queen wanna-be Manuel Morato got a dose of his own medicine. So, he’s been enjoying the all-time hobby of propeling false allegations through the air. The poor Margie Juico had been receiving all it in a manner as a well-educated person would take it.

But Colmenares wouldn’t let Morato’s turn to be on the hotseat slide. PCSO in P50-B anomalous contracts? What is this?

“Bayan Muna party-list Rep. Neri Javier Colmenares revealed that an approximately P42-billion worth of thermal paper contract was entered into by PCSO and an Australian company TMA. The contract had a life span of 50 years. “

Who was behind this? Manuel Morato, the former PCSO chairperson.

What in the world was he thinking? 50 years is such a long, long, long, (gasp) long time. Many things can happen in those years. Filipinos could invent or level on the quality products the Australian company TMA is offering. If I am not mistaken, Morato claims to be a humanitarian. And I believe if he really is this person, then Filipinos will be the very first “humans” on his list.

“Morato explained that even if thermal papers quality improves in the next 50 years, TMA will be the pioneering company to produce such since they are the global leader in thermal papers.”

"They are the best in the world, walang ilalabas na pera ang PCSO, sila gagastos sa P3 billion plant na itatayo nila, bababaan nila presyo, at lahat ng benta all over the world, may commission na 20% ang PCSO," he added.

Where is your faith to your people? You say you are the voice of the Philippine mankind, but did you not hear them cry out loud begging for “JOBS”?

Here are just some positive could-have-beens, only if this contract never happened:

ü  Cheaper cost for thermal paper

ü  More jobs for Filipinos – and so people will spend more so there is stimulation of the economy leading to an increased GDP and an over all wealth increase

ü  The crisis in economy will get better

ü  Patriotism is practiced

ü  We, the Filipinos, could be the one handling a contract to clients across the world, instead of Australian company TMA. Hence, more business and money income for the country

ü  The 20% commission could have been not just commission, but the whole income goes to the Filipinos

ü  And a lot, lot, lot more (you do not expect me to give them all to you, do you?)

All the more that Morato has put himself on the spotlight when he secretly spent P7.2 Billion on advertising and PR. No wonder he is so famous today.

Intelligence funds? Really now. Funny how Morato drags Juico to the ground, almost making her too embarrassed to face the public. He accuses her of many wrongdoings as if he has never done anything. Because he was too eager to come out in the open and lambaste the present PCSO administration, his dark acts were discovered. I bet he wishes so bad for a fairy godmother to just take him back to that day before he got himself into this controversy.

Our country is not corrupt, but the officials and politicians are. It is true that corruption can not be avoided. Maybe there are some countries where corruption is less than how it is in the Philippines. But come to think of it, if our leaders and officials are all honest, then our economy will be better. Result? Then professionals do not need to work abroad. Labor force in our country won’t have to be exported. More investors will be attracted to put up businesses here. Ergo, more job opportunities for Filipinos. That means, there will be more money and projects will be properly implemented and that will make this country a better place to live.

Snap back to reality. This is not the case. There is inequality between those who are rich and poor. It is like an uncurable disease. It will stay there for as long as these people do not change – until we all come to an end. It is becoming a hopeless case.