kurt-cobainI am a fan of Kurt Cobain and his Nirvana. I am not writing this about him nor his band but about people selling the world to shame and disgrace. It’s embarassing how some people can play tricks on their fellowmen and persuade them to believe onto something only to make them agree later on things which has secondary and hidden motives. I hate losers. 

I am a technical person. I am also a leader. Aside from this, I am fond of business and management plus sales. If I were to sum up all the things that I can do, I may say that I am good but I am not that good enough to compare with this man I want to talk about. I cannot sell the world like the man who sold the world. Sounds repeatitive? It should!

I hate it and I am beginning to hate the man. I speak in general and the man is not an individual but a system of values and practices that makes the very essense of professionalism and education futile. The coat and tie and all the nice sales pitches plus all the overselling and sweet talks describes him as the guru and the topnotcher in his field.

He is smart and witty. He can make people say yes by force and duress and vitiate consent to easily that he uses his soft voice and relationship with people plus all his parables to rock the boat and let you tag along with his lifeboat. He is a good fisher of those easily carried away. He is bright but not righteous. He is wise but not intelligent enough.

Amidst all these, I am learning. I am growing and I am maturing. I am mastering my capabilities and I am preparing. Someday, when I get to muster all to put up a fight, I will do that. I will topple him along with his buyers. I will reclaim the world that he sold and I will make a difference. I will make the croocked lines straight and I will paint the black walls white. I will change things.


freewillI remember this old action movie where a hero showcasing an amulet was born out of seeing his family oppressed and his parents killed by the villain because they do not want to sign a deed of sale of their farm land. This was the usual theme then for most action movies where oppression brings out a hero.

Moving back to reality, I may say that contrary to what our parents say that what you see on the television is not true in real life is actually a fallacy. I have realized that indeed what you see in the television happens in reality. Movies indeed reflect life and all its reality in full color and sound. That’s true.

Look around you. Day by day, a hero is born out of poverty and oppression. Someone goes out to rally and protest against exploitation and deprivation. Individuals from all walks of life break away from the silent living that they have and from the conveniences and luxury to fight social injustices and malpractices.

Just now, I know a story of people who are forced to sign documents and waiver without even being given any other choice but to sign. Those who did sign were praised along with their heads while those who raised some concerns were castigated and were being made to force to sign. Otherwise, everyone will be affected.

Because of the challenge and the threat, one of the heads even raised his voice noting that he cannot allow his team and the others to be affected and held hostage by the few who did not sign. They have waited and they cannot let other people who do not wish to sign to delay their cause further. He blamed the very people who just merely expressed their free will to decide.

I see this as a good example of people vitiating and using undue influence and duress to secure the consent of the weak and less privilege. I am disappointed as well to this head that raised his voice blaming the few who made their choices because his education did not enable him to understand that we all have to respect the fact that people have to make their own choices and forcing them on deciding on something they are against off is blatant disrespect. I pity him.

Putting someone or a group of people responsible and creating a situation where their non-conformance to something will lead to the deprivation of certain pay to all including those who agreed prior is a clear form of blackmail. You sent people a document for signing and you give them no other reason but to read and sign?

Is that fair enough? Even animals won’t eat something if they don’t feel like eating it. That is how free will is supposed to work. People are to be given enough consideration and respect to decide and to enjoy the freedom of choice. You cannot force people to give their consent. Perhaps you can but in the rule of law, that renders the entire consent vitiated and the contract or agreement invalid. At the end, there is no point oppressing people for your self-gain!

It is sad. I am extremely disappointed that such things can happen especially in a professional environment where everyone was educated to make their own choices. We did not spend almost 2 decades of education just to be puppets and to be ignorant and insensitive to the rights of others.

I just hope that same as the movies, we will get to have one day a hero to count on to save us from all the villains. I do not hope anymore that people will get to wake up and change their hearts. I have high hopes that there is always hero in each of our hearts and mind that will one day ensure the protection of our welfare and keep free will free-wheeling.



I have always seen love as a very special thing. I know this may sounds weird with a guy so tough talking about love, finally. Take note that I am even using an image title of the movie of John Llloyd Cruz and Sarah Geronimo. Hehehe.

Well, I long would want to write something about love aside from the fact that it’s been almost a decade since I last wrote a love letter that has now become extinct due to the introduction of SMS. Hmp. Well, love is a topic that is so broad anyway.

I have not watched the movie, “A Very Special Love”  but I have seen the sequel, “You Changed My Life” which somehow influenced me to love watching Filipino Love Movies once again. I love Aga Muhlach’s movies but not John Lloyd Cruz’. Hehehe. Preference changes anyway.

Love is defined in a thousand ways. I simply define it as something that binds you to someone or something with a touch of happiness. If you love someone, you want to be with that person always. If you love doing something, you will always look for a way to do that thing. Right?

I have seen people falling in love and forgetting the world because of love. I have read history books depicting battles and conflicts arising from one’s love of his country or perhaps a dispute brought about by a troubled love affair. Love is powerful. It moves mountains as they say.

youchangedmylifeI know a person who used to love his lady until he woke up one day that he can no longer be with her because the feeling has gone. He cannot leave her because she threatens to hurt herself. Soon, the guy would end up forcing himself to love her once again and continue the relationship. Love is a fool.

Days passed by and both of them were doing fine until the guy realized that he cannot love by forcing himself. He cannot love anymore just because he fears of the lady hurting herself. He has now completely fallen out of the love they have. He wanted to go out.

As he is planning to liberate his heart from this troubled love affair, news broke out that his lady is pregnant with his child. He was surprised but nevertheless, he felt that he has to face the responsibility as a man. He faced her with an assurance that he will stand by her side as the father of their child but he could not say to her that she cannot be her man anymore because the love has died a long time ago. He fears now more than ever because the lady carries his child.

What happened to a once a very special love turned into something not just binding but confining him to stay and learn to love once again in spite of. It is sad but I believe that love is powerful. The lady has demanded for a marriage amidst the fact that the guy has his own confusions as well emotionally.

As they say, if you love the person, you have to set him free… but the lady would not let that happen. Now, love has to be taught and love has to be learned by force. I wonder if there will be happiness in this kind of love nurtured by fear and duress. Love rules.

Thus this once A VERY SPECIAL LOVE has totally CHANGED THEIR LIVES whether they indeed liked it or not. I hope that this ongoing story will have a “happily ever after” ending. Love can bring miracles. Love is hope. Sigh…




victory-busesI have not taken the bus for almost a year now. Time has been so scarce that I have no time at all to travel elsewhere unlike before. More so, my car has always been my preferred mode of transport except during Wednesdays when it is not allowed to ply the roads of Manila due to the Color-Coding Scheme.

As I was driving for work this morning, I tuned in to this radio program to listen to some commentaries and news update since this has been my daily routine. I have equipped my car with an expensive audio system only to find out later that I rather prefer tuning to AM for news than listening to music.

Anyway, as I was listening and both driving, there was this news aired giving warning to people to be aware of thieves victimizing people taking buses. This suddenly made me do some small flashbacks of the past which I usually do whenever I get caught up in heavy morning traffic.

Almost 10 years ago, I was coming home to the province after having to almost finish enrollment. I went to a bus stop along EDSA and Quezon Avenue since most provincial buses usually take a stop to get passengers there. It was almost nearing midnight and I was so late because either I had this fight with my girlfriend then or that we went out on a date after.

I was bringing with me a travel bag with all my clothes plus my watch, a huge Nokia 2110 phone, a gold ring from my father and some cash as I stood at the empty waiting area watching the ongoing construction of MRT along EDSA. I was singing some songs, watching vehicles passing by and I was totally clueless of what will happen next.

An old man in his late 30s suddenly went beside me and declared holdup. I thought that scene is only for movies so I was really shocked but nonetheless I was very much active and conscious. I talked it out with the man and I thought of getting some bills in my pocket instantly so he doesn’t get to notice my watch, my ring and my phone.

I took some amount and I handed it down leaving some coins falling on the road. He was holding this improvised fan knife which actually looks like a screw driver for me. As he bent down to pick some of the coins, I gathered enough force and hit him hard with my huge travelling bag. As he fell on his knee, I thought of running fearing he has a companion as a backup. Unfortunately, he got up a little attempting to stab me. I got out and ran towards the center of EDSA. I saw some construction workers so I felt secured that he won’t run after me anymore. I shouted… YES! I was smiling now as I shouted once again… SO LONG SUCKER!!! Hahaha.

I thought of heading back to my dorm at the state university where I am studying and abort my plans of going home at the province. I stood in a waiting shed securely with people around and paused to get a taxi ride. I was perspiring heavily. I was wondering then that whenever a taxi stops, the driver would look to me and would speed away. This happened for like 3 to 6 times and some people are looking at me in a weird manner as well until this old lady asked me what’s with my shirt. Hmmm.

I was feeling wet but nonetheless I feel fine. I looked at my shirt which seem to have been torn a little due to the struggle I had with the thief and I almost collapsed. I saw my red-stripped polo shirt wet with blood in the left side of my belly. I instantly paled and felt like losing consciousness because I was numbed, cold and almost blinded.

The lady took me a cab and instructed the driver to take me to the nearest hospital. I was on the road now. Afraid of blood and afraid of going inside the hospital, I instructed the driver to take me to the apartment of my friend. On the way, we passed by the dormitory of my girlfriend for some medicines and bandages.

The dormitory manager got alarmed when she noticed me wounded so he called up the police. Again, I am equally afraid of the cops since I fear of having my name in a report and my parents summoned. I do not want intrigues. I asked the driver that we shall leave immediately and head instead to my friend’s apartment.

My friend and I dressed the wound and put so much cotton and bandages to stop the bleeding. The next day, I went to school only to have the wound re-opened to bleeding once again because I was sharing this joke made out of the incident I had. I was the group’s stand-up comedian and I was laughing so hard that I bled.

sleepless_in_seattleAmidst my protest, my friends took me by force to the infirmary and had my stab wound checked, dressed and stitched. I was so noisy kidding around as my friends watch that doctor forgot to put pain reliever so I was being stitched with me feeling all the pain. It’s good that I have a strong mind control. I survived.

The police arrived and made a report about this though I tried avoiding it. As a result, the news reached the province and I was fetched by my family from the province with full attendance. Reaching home, I was taken again to the hospital only to be re-stitched and checked by a relative doctor. Ouch!

I took a break from school for 2 weeks as I was recuperating. Alongside, I got so many reprimands due to traveling late and by not disclosing the incident timely. For awhile, I was a headliner in the state university where I was studying. SMS was not that widely used then as I was using Islacom. I got mails instead.

2 weeks after, I found myself bound for Manila to finish my enlistment of subjects. I was restless. I finished early so I decided to go back to the province with my electric guitars. I was on the same spot but early at 3PM. Amidst the day light, I was really afraid. As I was about to board the bus, a man resembling the person who almost robbed me my life went near the passenger before me who is on the first step of the bus doorsteps.

Suddenly, the dubious man wittingly and quickly took the passenger’s wallet unnoticed by the poor victim and walked slowly. It was all in slow-motion. As a result, I reacted and alarmed people near me. I almost thought of throwing my two guitars to the man who is now slowly walking away. Hmp. If only my guitar’s hard cases were equipped with guns same as those in the movie, Desperado… I could have killed that thief.

Again, I was about to get the guy by myself when this old lady whispered to me not to do it. She seems to have seen the whole act. She warned me that the thief is with a companion acting as a lookout and I should rather not react to be safe. She said that what just happened is normal and is just a part of usual scenery in Manila. Hmp. I took her words and boarded the bus while the victim was talking with the driver and bus conductor.

The issue was settled with everyone going back to their seats and the bus set off for its 1 hour journey. I was shocked and from that day onwards, I kept praying whenever I boarded a public transport. I found myself awake and paranoid even on long trips. It’s good that the buses then get to let us watch movies as we travel.

Years after that incident, I got used to being awake for the entire travel duration whether by bus, car or plane. It’s not that I am paranoid but because I got used to it. There was even this one time that I missed a plane that I had to travel back 16 hours to Manila from a field work in Bicol alone. Hmp.

I took the bus from Tabaco, Albay and I was literally SLEEPLESS IN A SHUTTLE watching “SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE”. Hehehe.



On September 18, 2007, computer science professor Randy Pausch stepped in front of an audience of 400 people at Carnegie Mellon University to deliver a last lecture called “Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams.” With slides of his CT scans beaming out to the audience, Randy told his audience about the cancer that is devouring his pancreas and that will claim his life in a matter of months. On the stage that day, Randy was youthful, energetic, handsome, often cheerfully, darkly funny. He seemed invincible. But this was a brief moment, as he himself acknowledged.

Randy’s lecture has become a phenomenon, as has the book he wrote based on the same principles, celebrating the dreams we all strive to make realities. Sadly, Randy lost his battle to pancreatic cancer on July 25th, 2008, but his legacy will continue to inspire us all, for generations to come.

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I am quite happy that after so many struggles and pushing for the equitable compensation of extra work rendered, my colleague was finally sent a notice that he will at last get his overtime pay. For more than a year now, he will finally get to taste the fruit of his extra work. He will have his overtime pay at last!

Unfortunately, the company has announced that due to the financial crisis and since most of the claims were undocumented or lacks approval amidst the presence of timesheets and client invoices, payouts were deduced from 100% to 25% payable in 2 installments within 60 days.

Everyone was compulsory required to sign on the memo with waiver and quitclaim for future liabilities. The only problem out of this good news is that he gets to have only 25% of his total claims which seem not right. Now he gets to wait for 150 days to finally encash his 11 Pesos subject to 32% income tax which is like 11 pesos less 3.52. Thus he will have by August 2009 an amount close to 7.48 Pesos.

Fascinating! If this person rendered 1 day work or let say 8 hours of work, I assume that he is being paid 1 Peso per hour of service. Hmmm. If investors will get to read this blog entry, I am sure that they will flock the country because this is indeed record-breaking for the Philippines having the cheapest cost of labor. Hehehe. 1 Pesos for 1 hour! 

I wonder if it is okay as well to render only 2 days work even if we are paid to work for 5 days just to put equity on the logic used. Hehehe. I am very much sure that no one would agree on ordering a whole pizza and ending up receiving only a quarter of it! Right? Well… at least for 7.48 Pesos, you will get to buy POP COLA. Hehehe. I am sure that somehow my colleague is very much thankful for at least being compensated for the extra service rendered. Ayus na ayus! Hahaha.




I am indeed fascinated by the fact that I am able to connect to my cousins and other relatives through my blog and not just via social networking sites. Well, I used to connect to them when we were kids through our traditional chitchats or “tsismisan” moments where we get to share stories ranging from school activities, dreams to even jokes. I am good at it so I guess now that I started blogging, we have revived the tradition since most of them are reading my articles in a regular fashion. So now, I have to keep writing so I can link to them regularly! Cheers!


For 3 weekends now since March 2009, I have been blogging about dead people aside from the student who died on February 2009. It is quite weird yet I am posting this entry as a trivia. WEEKEND 1
WHO : Francis Magalona
DIED : March 6, 2009

go to link WEEKEND 2
WHO : My Grandfather
DIED : March 14, 2009

WHO : Jade Goody
DIED : March 22, 2009