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On being love

   

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December 20, 2007

Sometimes i feel so lucky to have everything i ever wanted, every support i ever needed, and every love i deserve. I admit i’ve never been a good daughter, i usually have less time for them but only in the aspect..they are and they will always be the most important part of my being. Though we rarely see each  other, i still feel their unconditional love..The concern and the support they have for me to all the things i ever wanna do…except that they say…that i have to much things on my list…that my lifetime couldn’t do it all…But still no matter how impossible things are, i know they want me to be happy..and they are willing to support me, for love…

When i made a choice of what life to live in, a lot of people disagree maybe not through the words they utter , but with their action u know they want u to change.. This includes both families that we belong in… u feel that u are accepted as their child as a friend as a classmate but never a partner..We’ve been through difficult times in asking for acceptance. We learned to be brave inspite of all the trials, the hearthache and pain of being different.But i think patience really paid well..slowly…i feel that things are getting much better  now…I am now being considered for family things…How is that?heheheh.. i feel really good about this…and this is one of best gifts that i recieved.

 

Im a moody, hard headed stubborn lass. Yes i am. I am aware of that..i do not need to pretend that i am something else im not, i do what i want , i can swing my mood no matter how many times i want to. and as long as i want to… this is my attitude that a lot of people may dislike about me…but for dy it is something she makes fun of. she always say ” Bakit ba ang sungit mo e wla naman akong gingawa sayo?” then i would reply ” Wla nga! e ganon tlga e” masungit kahit wala nman dapat sungitan” Then she would laugh and say ” Ay! aware ka Pala Maybe she is already used to this attitude of mine…She had learned to love it even it’s not desirable at all. I know it’s not funny all the time..so im trying to do my best to minimize it,,hahhaha..i hope i could..i hope..

Stalker stalks Mar 14, ’09 12:56 AM;wannabooh.multiply.com
I’ve been stalked once when I was in high school, I’ve received death threats and I have my share of frank calls, being young I believe those weren’t serious or rather  I wasn’t afraid enough to take  it seriously, anyway it was just my life who is in danger. Two weeks ago, I started receiving text messages telling me a lot of things about dindy, what are the things she is doing and who is she talking to, latest gossip that involves dindy  and a girl in the production area.   I know dindy  so well, she has huge fear in God and wouldn’t do something like that, she is someone who gives a great deal in honesty and karma.  I am gullible, but I am not gullible enough to believe  something I am not sure of. I know my partner for more than four years and this person texting me!!??, I don’t even  have any idea who she is. I don’t know why in the world she want to be in disguise. I kept this thing to myself for I don’t want to create problem which would cause something.
Lately, things are getting worse. My partner received a text messages  and I quote : layoan mo si bel kung ayw mong  manghiram ng mukha sa aso. Kung ayaw mo sa syota mo nalng ako gaganti. The sender even said that she knows where we live.  She even cited an incident which I am the only one who knows it happened.   It was scary. All day I feel strange, I feel uneasy, im scared , im nervous. Before the day ends, I received a call in our landline It was an old woman’s voice, telling me that she will kill dindy, tears fell from my eyes as the caller hangs up the phone. Then the phone rang again with the same voice, she said the same thing. I got even more scared, so I immediately texted dindy. This person knows a lot , everything that we do, our landline our home, what else does this person know., and why?
We’re not supposed to inform dindy’s parents  about it, But things are getting worse, so we decided to tell  them. I told them the whole story . and tita said this person is just a stalker, and if she really intend to harm us,she could have done that without even saying it. She was just trying scare  us.   We should not try to reply  to this person because by doing so, it will make her feel that we are scared of her.
As you have observed, I use “she” to immortalize the person texting us. We are not sure of the identity of the person. All we know is that this person is the only one who has reason to do such thing.
I also happened  to know this bel. I met her when I was  in allegro, I befriended her. I listened to her stories and I make sound advise if she asked me to. She broke up with her girlfriend and her girl friend is our suspect. She has all the reason in doing this because as far as I know she has been jealous of dindy ever since.
My only point is if they have problem, they should resolve it on their own.
I admit I feel scared.  What if she is serious about her threats? I do not know what’s going on on her mind. I want to take legal action about this but what’s my evidence, a text  a phone call. I know it’s bad to accused people.
As I write this blog text messages are flooding on my phone, still the same thing, telling me bad things about dindy and her rumoured relationship.
I don’t believe the sender, though I admit there is  a part of me that is feeling the pain. I know dindy so well and my love for her is unconditional enough to be destroyed by a text message.
Im trying to understand the person doing this.
Could she be drivenby her love? or what
Can people in love do such thing just to prove how she feels?
What do you think?

Stalker stalks Mar 14, ’09 12:56 AM;wannabooh.multiply.com
I’ve been stalked once when I was in high school, I’ve received death threats and I have my share of frank calls, being young I believe those weren’t serious or rather  I wasn’t afraid enough to take  it seriously, anyway it was just my life who is in danger. Two weeks ago, I started receiving text messages telling me a lot of things about dindy, what are the things she is doing and who is she talking to, latest gossip that involves dindy  and a girl in the production area.   I know dindy  so well, she has huge fear in God and wouldn’t do something like that, she is someone who gives a great deal in honesty and karma.  I am gullible, but I am not gullible enough to believe  something I am not sure of. I know my partner for more than four years and this person texting me!!??, I don’t even  have any idea who she is. I don’t know why in the world she want to be in disguise. I kept this thing to myself for I don’t want to create problem which would cause something.
Lately, things are getting worse. My partner received a text messages  and I quote : layoan mo si bel kung ayw mong  manghiram ng mukha sa aso. Kung ayaw mo sa syota mo nalng ako gaganti. The sender even said that she knows where we live.  She even cited an incident which I am the only one who knows it happened.   It was scary. All day I feel strange, I feel uneasy, im scared , im nervous. Before the day ends, I received a call in our landline It was an old woman’s voice, telling me that she will kill dindy, tears fell from my eyes as the caller hangs up the phone. Then the phone rang again with the same voice, she said the same thing. I got even more scared, so I immediately texted dindy. This person knows a lot , everything that we do, our landline our home, what else does this person know., and why?
We’re not supposed to inform dindy’s parents  about it, But things are getting worse, so we decided to tell  them. I told them the whole story . and tita said this person is just a stalker, and if she really intend to harm us,she could have done that without even saying it. She was just trying scare  us.   We should not try to reply  to this person because by doing so, it will make her feel that we are scared of her.

As you have observed, I use “she” to immortalize the person texting us. We are not sure of the identity of the person. All we know is that this person is the only one who has reason to do such thing.

I also happened  to know this bel. I met her when I was  in allegro, I befriended her. I listened to her stories and I make sound advise if she asked me to. She broke up with her girlfriend and her girl friend is our suspect. She has all the reason in doing this because as far as I know she has been jealous of dindy ever since.
My only point is if they have problem, they should resolve it on their own.
I admit I feel scared.  What if she is serious about her threats? I do not know what’s going on on her mind. I want to take legal action about this but what’s my evidence, a text  a phone call. I know it’s bad to accused people.
As I write this blog text messages are flooding on my phone, still the same thing, telling me bad things about dindy and her rumoured relationship.
I don’t believe the sender, though I admit there is  a part of me that is feeling the pain. I know dindy so well and my love for her is unconditional enough to be destroyed by a text message.

Im trying to understand the person doing this.
Could she be drivenby her love? or what
Can people in love do such thing just to prove how she feels?
What do you think?

IMPORTATION OF BOOKS

In the last few months, the importation of books into the Philippines has
virtually stopped. (To those of you who frequent bookstores, I don’t know
if you’ve noticed.) The reason why is explained in this article by Robin
Hemley, a University of Iowa creative writing professor currently on a
fellowship in the Philippines.

If you have no time to read the article, the essence is that because the
Bureau of Customs has decided to impose duties on the importation of books
into the Philippines.

This, despite the 1950 Florence Agreement on the Importation of
Educational, Scientific and Cultural Materials (which you can see here),
which the Philippines ratified in 1979. The preamble of the agreement
states: “Considering that the free exchange of ideas and knowledge and, in
general, the widest possible dissemination of the diverse forms of
self-expression used by civilizations are vitally important both for
intellectual progress and international understanding, and consequently for
the maintenance of world peace…”, an indisputable proposition.

Here’s an excerpt from Robin Hemley’s article (i shortened it a bit. better
if you can read the whole thing.) –

…Over coffee one afternoon, a book-industry professional (whom I can’t
identify) told me that for the past two months virtually no imported books
had entered the country, in part because of the success of one book,
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer. The book, an international best seller, had
apparently attracted the attention of customs officials. When an examiner
named Rene Agulan opened a shipment of books, he demanded that duty be paid
on it.

The importer of Twilight made a mistake and paid the duty requested. A
mistake because such duty flies in the face of the Florence Agreement, a
U.N. treaty that was signed by the Philippines in 1952, guaranteeing the
free flow of “educational, scientific, and cultural materials” between
countries and declaring that imported books should be duty-free. Mr. Agulan
told the importer that because the books were not educational( i.e.,
textbooks) they were subject to duty. Perhaps they aren’t educational, I
might have argued, but aren’t they “cultural”?
No matter. With this one success under their belt, customs curtailed all
air shipments of books entering the country. Weeks went by as booksellers
tried to get their books out of storage and started intense negotiations
with various government officials.

What doubly frustrated booksellers and importers was that the explanations
they received from various officials made no sense. It was clear that, for
whatever reason—perhaps the 30-billion-peso ($625 million) shortfall in
projected customs revenue—customs would go through the motions of having
a reasonable argument while in fact having none at all.

Customs Undersecretary Espele Sales explained the government’s position to
a group of frustrated booksellers and importers in an Orwellian PowerPoint
presentation, at which she reinterpreted the Florence Agreement as well as
Philippine law RA 8047, providing for “the tax and duty-free importation of
books or raw materials to be used in book publishing.” For lack of a comma
after the word “books,” the undersecretary argued that only books “used in
book publishing” (her underlining) were tax-exempt.

“What kind of book is that?” one publisher asked me afterward. “A book used
in book publishing.” And she laughed ruefully.

I thought about it. Maybe I should start writing a few. Harry the Cultural
and Educational Potter and His Fondness for Baskerville Type.

Likewise, with the Florence Agreement, she argued that only educational
books could be considered protected by the U.N. treaty. Customs would
henceforth be the arbiter of what was and wasn’t educational.

“For 50 years, everyone has misinterpreted the treaty and now you alone
have interpreted it correctly?” she was asked.

“Yes,” she told the stunned booksellers.

Throughout February and March, bookstores seemed on the verge of getting
their books released—all their documents were in order, but the rules
kept changing. Now they were told that all books would be taxed: 1 percent
for educational books and 5 percent for noneducational books. A nightmare
scenario for the distributors; they imagined each shipment being held for
months as an examiner sorted through the books. Obviously, most would
simply pay the higher tax to avoid the hassle.

Distributors told me they weren’t “capitulating” but merely paying under
protest. After all, customs was violating an international treaty that had
been abided by for over 50 years. Meanwhile, booksellers had to pay
enormous storage fees. Those couldn’t be waived, they were told, because
the storage facilities were privately owned (by customs officials, a
bookstore owner suggested ruefully). One bookstore had to pay $4,000 on a
$10,000 shipment.

The day after the first shipment of books was released, an internal memo
circulated in customs congratulating themselves for finally levying a duty
on books, though no mention was made of their pride in breaking an
international treaty…

Please disseminate this in any way you can. In the name of
reading.

My stupid boss

Since im being suppressed by my ole bastard boss, i decided this is the only space i can tell everything without being questioned.

Due to my company’s reorganization my old boss who is very nice and very trusting one was replaced.

I been hearing a lotof things  about him before we met, his attitude, his style, his unavailability to deliver and his abbraiseveness. Honestly, I wasnt afraid of those stories, i haven’t met him so judging him would be unfair.

On our first meeting, he was serious and it seems to me that he was  irritated. He wasn’t smiling at all. If I am to judge whether she likes the reorganization by merely looking at him on our first meeting i can tell that he doesnt like it.

We had a one on one meeting thats kinda like an interview. He asked me a lot of things about my experiences and with his tone, my impression was he is  not convenience on my experiences alone.

He has been my boss for 5 months now, and until now i still don’t like him. im listing the reason why.

1. He asked us to make a work plan every monday and a detailed  accomplishment report every friday. – Accomplishmnt report is okay with me, but work plan ….

2.Aside from the Work Plan and Accomplishment for the week, we are also asked to write all our activities in our calendar which happen to be in a  white board

3. He keep on insisting the process audit and IQA is the same, and all that is being done in IQA should also be done in process audit like Audit Plan, Audit Checklist

4. He doesn’ t know how to respect his people. He wont ask if you have an activity for the day, he will just changd everything because he asked you to do something that his boss ask him to do, dut he doesnt know how

5. He doesn;t know how to complimt his people

6. He always look for something wrong, even if you already did what he asked you.

7. His fickle minded

8. He insist on everything he wants

9. He makes tule susch as QM must sit together during company activities.

10. He insist on things like this is work and thir are ruls when in fact he alone doesn’t follow

10. He gets mad when we submit late report, when in fact he return our submitted report very very much late than what we did.

11. I can’t comment on th spaces provided for me as  an employee

I know this post  is overdue…

My first family picture was taken January 1, 2009. ( Don’t make me elaborate things..it would be difficult) I thought that my year would be as happy as i thought it would be. Right after christmas vacation the allegro exprience of mine which i wish not to reiterate anymore my made my life beleagured. I was left clueless, It wasn’t what i expected, but i dont have other way but to accapet it. I embraced it with both arms. My professional life has not been my priority ever since. As long as Im happy aand my family is okay thats it…

But even the nicest prson in the world makes mistakes, and she happens to be one of them. I was in denial, all of my senses were telling me the same things but i keep on closing my eyes to the things i see and choosed to feel dumb.  Its unbearable painful. The person you thought would be there for you to comfort and love you  is exactly the same person who made you fell unloved.  Now, i can still remember every single details of what happen in the past. It is still painful, But, i choosed to forgive but im not promising i would forget.

To all the people who made my 2009 meaning ful.. thanks to you

To my mom, thank you for th unconditional love…thank you so much

Monthly Period

Sa Imperial.

After Mag-Starbucks.

Papunta sa Hotel.

Nag-abang ng taxi.

May makahinto na taxi pero may nag overtake na isa.

Dun kme sumakay.

Sa pag u turn ng sinasakyan namin na taxi,

Hinarang kme ng taxi na knina pang nka hinto sa tapat ng Imperial.

Dahil mabait ang taxi driver na nasakyan namin, nagpaubaya sya.

Bumaba ang driver ng taxi na humarang samin..

Nagsalita ” Parang hindi kayo Pilipino” Huwaaaat??

Ay sumigaw pala sa kalsada..

Sasakay na sana ang kasama ko pero pinigil ko sya.

Ayokong sumakay sa driver na mainit ang ulo.

Sumakay kme sa ibang taxi at hinarang nya ulit… haaay..

May monthly period ata si Manong… Buti na lng at nde na kme sinundan.

Tanong lang anong ang koneksyon ng nde namin pagsakay sa taxi nya sa pagiging Pilipino? Bwahahaha

Hindi ako isang aktibista, hindi rin ako miyembro ng kahit anong organisasyon  na lumalaban sa karapatan ng tao ng hayop o nang kahit kaninong karapatan. ISa lamang akong normal na mamamayan ng bansang pilipinas . Nag aral at nabuhay ako na parang  walang paki alam sa nangyayari sa lipunan ko. Bata pa lang ay mahilig na akong manood ng balita at mga dokumentaryo na naglalahad ng iba’t ibang paksa. Kadalasan ang tintalakay nito ay kahirapan, mga proyekto ng gobyerno  na nasa kontrobersya at mga kung ano ano pang mga bagay na tungkol sa ating gobyernno. Hindi kme mayaman.. nabibilang ang pamilya ko sa sa hanay ng mga tao sa lipunan na kailangan magtrabaho upang kumain. NAbibilang ako sa ilang milyong Pilipino na nagbabayad ng buwis buwan buwan. Marami ang nagsasabi na ang idelohiya  ng isang tao ay nahuhubog kapag ito ay pumasok sa kolehiyo, ngunit  ang pamantasan na aking napasukan  ay isa lamang sa mga pamantasan na sa tingin ko ay nde binibigyang pansin ang mga pangyayari sa lipunan. Nung ako ay nag aaral pa may isang pagkakataon na ang lahat na ng mga paaralan ay wala ng  pasok dahil sa kaguluhang nangyayari pero ang aking mahal na alma mater ay patuloy pa rin  ang klase. Hindi ko masisisisi ang aking pamantasan kung nde nya nais makisali sa mga ganitong suliranin. May kanya kanya sigurong paaran at paniniwala na ipinattupad ang administrasyon ng bawat paaralan.

Nang magsimula akong mgtrabaho napansin ko na halos 15% palang ng sweldo ko ay napupunta sa tax. Tumaasa ng kilay ko at napaisip, san ba napupunta ang tax ko..pwede bang wag na itong kuhain at ako na lang ang mgpapgawa ng kalsada sa lugar namin, ako na lng ako kukuha ng contractor at ako na lng ang mgpapa bid.  Tpos ilalagay ko ang pangalan ko.  Ako na rin lang ang magsasagawa ng mga feeding program at proyektong pang barangay, ako na lng ang mgpap ayos ng mga side wal, ako na lng ang tutulong sa mga kapatid nating magsasaka para sa pang agrikultira, ako na lng ang bibili at mgapaptayo ng mga eskwelahan, ako na lng ang mghahnap ng ato para mgsagawa ng medical mission.

Sa ganitong paraan nde na magagawang mangurakot ng kapitan ng barangay naming, ng konsehal n gaming distrito , ng congressman, n gaming mayor, ng senador,at ng iba pang mga taong humahawak ng proyekto. Hindi na nila kailangan manghingi ng pork barrel dahil wala nman silang paggamitan nito. Kung pwede lng n knya kanya na lng proyekto ang bawat tao..baka mas mganda pa.

Nenet

They were childhood friend, James was a typical boy next door type, and Nenet was an average funny lady. For years James kept his admiration to Nenet, but when they started going to collage, James finally express his feelings. It took five months before she said yes. They were happy. Everyday James would pick up Nenet to send her to school before he goes to Feati where he is studying.  For two years they were like that. It was a cloud nine experience. Nenent build her dreams and life around James. Then one day James broke up with nenet. Telling her he had fallen out of love and then she found out that she was replaced by a girl from USt taking up Education. She was devastated. She turned into drugs and alcohol. She wasn’t able to go to school that year. She was so lost. Her body fell apart and her life was in chaos. Falling out of love is okay but cheating you with another woman is not. She feels so ugly and uselss. After a year she finally came into her senses. She go back to school,finish her studies then work. She later found out that the girl from ust left James for another guy. She feels sad upon hearing the news, She still loves James but decided to move on with her life. At work she met Ramon, A not so passionate guy. She feel inlove with Ramon right that instant. After a year they decided to get married. She was 26. After a year she gave birth to lois. After giving birt she realize she wasn’t happy. Yes, she loves Ramon but Ramon wasn’t expressive enough. Throughout their relationship things seems to be just like a partnership. They have 3 kids now but to this day she haven’t received any flower, no fancy notes or card no sweet moment and no dinner date during anniversaries. She felt unloved. She was lonely. Everyday she cries because of these. She was then a funny lady but the laughter was slowly fading because of the loneliness that she feel. She wanted top leave him, but was thingking of the kids.

–          I met Nenet when I was alone having coffee. She asked if she could share the table with me because she desperately need to light a stick. She’s with her 16 year old daughter Lois who is taking up Commerce in UST.

–          We were sharing each other stories.

–          I thought I was lonely, I didn’t realize she is in greater pain. Me. Im still young I still have  a life and a  chance to make my life better, but Nenet is 43, logically its already to late for her.

–          She likes how I view my relationship. And how humbly I admit that I am just human and I make mistakes. She likes that I try to work things out, so in the end there is no regret.

Some words from Nenet

–         She told me not to do anything that you’ll regret for the rest of your life. Something that will destroy you

–         It takes two to tango and a relationship is a two way street, you have to work it together , not just you.

–         Don’t just give up on the person you love, fight as long as you can, the result may be bad, but in the end at least you give your best.

–         Because your young you would do a lot of things, learn from your mistakes, but do not do them again.

–         Girl needs affection, they need to feel love. And everyone deserves it. You deserve it.

–         Its okay to feel numb at times, but don’t make it a habit.

–         If you feel like crying, cry. That’s the least you can do. No one can tell you shouldn’t cry if you’re hurting, let it out, you may look ugly but it will make you feel better.

–         Express everything, don’t make another silly mistake if you don’t want to grow old like me

–         If he truly loves you, he will be sensitive enough  on your needs.

–         Everyone makes mistakes

At  9:00pm she bid me adieu. They have to go home already. I thank her for sharing her stories with me. Till next time.

Some years ago, three brothers left the farm to work in the city. They were all hired by the same company at the same pay. Three years later, Jim was being paid $500 a month, Frank was receiving $1,000, but George was now making $1,500.

Their father decided to visit the employer. He listened to the confused father and said, “I will let the boys explain for themselves.”

Jim was summoned to the supervisor’s office and was told, “Jim, I understand the Far East Importers has just brought in a large transport plane loaded with Japanese import goods. Will you please go over to the airport and get a cargo inventory?”

Three minutes later, Jim returned to the office. “The cargo was one thousand bolts of Japanese silk,” Jim reported. “I got the information over the telephone from a member of the crew.”

When Jim left, Frank, the $1,000 a month brother, was called. “Frank,” said the supervisor, “I wish you’d go out to the airport and get an inventory of the cargo plane which was just brought in by Far East Importers.”

An hour later, Frank was back in the office with a list showing that the plane carried 1,000 bolts of Japanese silk, 500 transistor radios, and 1,000 hand painted bamboo trays. George, the $1,500 a month brother, was given identical instructions. Working hours were over when he finally returned.

“The transport plane carried one thousand bolts of Japanese silk,” he began. “It was on sale at sixty dollars a bolt, so I took a two-day option on the whole lot.

I have wired a designer in New York offering the silk at seventy-five dollars a bolt. I expect to have the order tomorrow. I also found five hundred transistor radios, which I sold over the telephone at a profit of $2.30 each.

There were a thousand bamboo trays, but they were of poor quality, so I didn’t try to do anything with them.”

When George left the office, the employer smiled. “You probably noticed,” he said, “that Jim doesn’t do what he’s told, Frank does only what he’d told, but George does without being told.”