Wanted: Leader

pugay kamay!

-managers, they do the things right,

But not the right thing.

     

      Funny it is, but proven and tested. When one closes his door on you, somebody else will open his windows. I just don’t think that it was for good. What happened to us was far worse than oblivion. Annihilation was at hand, devastation was almost at pace, I almost drew out my sword to slay the beast, but she was so vigilante. F__k, I almost had her throat.

      It sickens me each time these insipid thoughts hover inside my head. Regretful that I didn’t have the chance to smack her in the face with these fiery words I have. Stupid bitch, she only dropped by to ruin our happy life…and I thought her surname was “di makatao”, I was wrong it was Llanto.

      How dare she is, to spill words of utter lies, spreading non-factual allegations about me, a__hole. She didn’t even know me. I was doing my job as stated in my handbook. Giving my time more than they can, working without any payment, recognition nor food. I didn’t say a word about this till now. But were they thankful, I guess not.

      But really, haven’t you notice, we don’t have leaders, team leaders. We called them crew chiefs and managers. But is there really a difference between them? Look, observe, so that you might notice what’s wrong. All they care is what’s good for them, not for “us”. It will and always will be. They are the biggest hypocrites in the world for me.

      I mean look at this, they will force you to treat them when it’s our salary day, nagging you to buy them some food they’ve been craving for. When the fact is our salary is nothing compare to them, and hear this, did we ever nag them to buy us even a piece of candy when it’s their salary day? I forgot, not most of us know the dates of our bosses’ payday. To hell with them. If you won’t give what they want, face the consequences. Seems like, they were vagrants and vagabonds in their younger years, starved to death on things that maybe they can’t afford…or maybe, they they’re just really assholes.

      The way they eat when we have gatherings, they make sure that they’ll have the largest part of the meats, the juiciest portions. But did we even ask them to think of us when they feast on those foods whenever they have a meeting, when the fact is it was the fruit of our hard work.

hell yeah!

      They want you to treat them with respect and dignity, but had they done this to you, even once? They are asking for something they can’t even give to you.

      The real funny thing here is, when our super boss is around. They pretend to be a good leader in front of them, a bunch of show offs. A fictitious scene, sugar coated words, fraud actions. We do the hard work, they get the credit, and did we ever taste compliments? Pretention is here…I got pretention right here.

      Sadly, we have bosses, not leaders. Managers not team leaders.

      And by the way, haven’t you notice how a male manager treat us? A usual poke using his fist, a slap of his hand in your forehead, the ridiculous snapping of his finger in to your body, the way he scrutinize your personality that you might think he is a perfect person waiting to be canonized by the pope together with chamar. Tell me, where’s the respect in here? Maybe he was a battered child…sorry for him. Let’s just pray for his sorry soul to not condemned in the ever burning fire.

      Where’s the respect in here? When they allegedly made us thieves? When things went missing it is us they blame. Kudos to some of my fellow co-worker who saw the real thief, it was “di-makatao and pokemon”. “di-makatao” who by any means would not treat you with any respect, dignity. She just sees you as a robot. Try to work under the scorching sun at 12pm then enter the store premises to rest for a-while, believe me, she wouldn’t let you. You’re just a robot in her eyes. You don’t have the right to take some rest; you are being highly paid every minute and every seconds count…about .52c per minute.

show some!

      And hey, have I told you that robot came from the latin word robo that means “force labour”.

ethel di makatao

      I’m not perfect, not now nor ever. But I know the difference between a leader and an assh__e. I for one have my team, my subordinates. I try as much as possible to reach them with honours, this way I could gain the respect that everyone longs to achieve. I’m not perfect, but I know how to handle my team. Now I know why in salesiana, they call it servant leaders. A thing that they might never understand, sadly there is no crash course in respect, passion and admiration. There’s no such thing as “dignity 101” nor any subject to teach us how act towards our fellow human, we are who we are, we act as we please. No matter how hard we try to pretend, we, will always be, a flee pretending not to be.

Bakit Part 2

look!

-          Lightning doesn’t strike at the same place…twice.

Pero kung titignan mo ang nangyari sa ilang bayan dito sa laguna at mga karatig probinsya, tila yata medyo sablay ang pananaw na ito. Kayu man ang malubog nanaman sa baha…nanaman, tignan natin kung hindi ka ma temeng.

Sa pangalawang pagkakataon sa loob ng tatlong taon muli ay nalubog nanaman kami. Hindi man sa putik, mapurwisyong tubig naman. Malansa, mabaho, madumi. Amoy palang masusuka ka na.

August 7, 2012 ng literal na malubog ang ilang bayan di lang ditto sa laguna, kundi sa mga kalapit probinsya at ilang syudad sa ka-maynila-an. Sa paulitulit na pagkakataon, lumutang ang mga sasakyan, may nawalan ng tirahan, sinalpok ng basura at kung anu-ano pang pwedeng ilutang ng baha. Kung iisipin mo, bakit nga ba tayu binabaha? San galing ang tambak ng basura sa manila bay pagkatapos ng unos? At bakit mo nga ba binabasa ang post na ito.

scene from a window

3yrs, matapos kaming malubog sa putik, nakabangon na kami. Pero ang nakakatawa lumipat kami ng bahay, sa lugar kung san geographically ay mas mababa pa sa dati naming tinitiran. July pa lang lubog na yung ibang lugar sa santisima cruz “isang brgy. Ditto sa santa cruz”. Sobrang aga ng pag-baha. Pag pasuk ng august lubog na kung tabi ng bahay. August 5, lubog na ang harapan. August 6, ga binti na ang tubig. Late na ako nakapasok, undertime pa dahil patuloy ang taas ng tubig. Mabuti nalang may mga trustworthy akong mga tropa na pedeng tawagin anytime. 630pm natapos kaming maghakot. 7pm literal na nalubog sa tubig ang bahay na tinitiran namin. Sa ngayon, pati ang bahay sa santo anghel may tubig na. taas-baba lang ang tubig. Bumababa pag naulan, at nataas kapag maiinit. Ayus sa olrayt!

water world

Habang ginagawa ko ang post na ito, lubog pa din ang bayan ko. Samantalang dati, flash flood lang. wala ng tubig, kung nayroon man, mataas lang ang tubig sa ilog. Minsan naiisip ko tuloy, pati pala baha, pinupulitka na. ang tulong ng mga NGO,s napupulitika, at asan na ang mga ROTC natin?

Nakakatawang isipin na andami natin ROTC graduates, pero ilan sa kanila ang napakinabangan natin nug baha? Sa bagay hindi sila sinanay para ditto,para sag era kung san ang praktisan ay ang kanyang kapwa kababayan. Anung silbi? Anung saysay? Mas kailangan natin ng mga taong tutulong sa oras ng kalamidad. Kaysa riffle at about face ang ginagawa natin, mas kailangan natin ng pala, braso, kamay sa pagtulong. kayo, nasasainyo na pano tangapin ang punto kong ito, muli ito ay opinion lang ng may akda.

14th month na to!

Di umabot ng isang lingo, dumating din sa bayan ko ang mga tulong ng nga NGO’s, mga politico at nangangarap maging politko. Iba talaga ang nagagwa ng media, pero di ko manlang nakita sab aha ang mayor naming. Sayang, nakamayan ko sana. May namigay ng bigas, ang iba mga damit, yung iba plastic bag ng ibat-ibang can goods. Lahat may ibinibigay na tulong, pero kung may nakarating talaga sa mga nangangailangan ng tulong, hindi ko lang alam. Sayang, hindi ko na-litrahuhan yung mokong na kapatid nung taga munisipyo. Nakatambay sa store, may apat na plastic bag ng  GMA7 kapuso, ang malupit yung kapatid nya bumalik pa. %$#*inang yan, nagkakupalan pa. tulong na sa mahihirap, ninakaw pa. simpleng tulong mo para sa mga kapos, ninakaw pa. kaya ang iba, ayaw padaanin sa gobyerno ang tulong, sa 10 tulong na bininigay mo, 12 dito binulsa ng mga gago.

maximize the situation!

Kahit sa trabaho matatawa ka, tinanong pa kaming kung gano kalaki oh kamahal yung damage sayu nung baha, sagutan naman kami. Ako nialagay ko, house totally submerged in water. About Php. 20,000 worth of property had been damaged. Ang natangap naming isang lata ng biscuit, 4 na moo, 4 na plus…grape flavour pa…yummy! at take note, malamg may 14th nanaman ang mga manager, taas ng benta ah, Pabor pa sa kanila ang pagkakalubog ng santa cruz at nasa harap namin ang palenke. maniwala ka.

Ang tulay ng santo anghel central, hangang ngayun putol parin, inunang tapusin yung tulay sa dulo. Ayus, maganda ang pagkakagawa. Pero di magamit, dahil 2story ang lalim ng baha, siguro yung mga isda sa umbo yang nagamit natawid papuntng norte.

callios pa lang yan...

Pero bakit nga ba nalubog kami? Bakit ayaw bumaba ng tubig? Bakit sa manila after ng ragasa ng tubig, nawala kagad ang baha? Sabi ng erpat ko, iisa daw ang sagot jan. politika na sasanga sa tinatawg nilang “mangahan floodway” isang device na ginawa noong 1986 para maiwasan ang pagbaha sa metro manila, ang sole purpose nito ay paagusin ang labis na tubig sa pasig river papuntang laguna lake at kung sakaling mas mataas ang tubig ng lake, magsilbi itong  flood way papuntang manila bay ng tubig ditto. Idagdag mo pa ang  Napindan Hydraulic Control System (NHCS).  Kung san ay nagreregulate ng tidal flow sa pagitan ng manila bay at laguna de bay. Ang lupit ano! Biruin mo may nanagawa palng maganda ang pamahalaan. Kudos san aka-isip nito! Kaya langa….wala ring saysay, dahil sarado, ayaw buksan, baka malubog ang mga informal settlers sa mga tabing ilog ng maynila. Punyeta…lubog na kami. Mahaba din ang pakikipag talo ng tatay ko sa bagay na ito, mahirap daw maging maalam. Sayang, walang pera ang tatay ko para paniwalaan ng karamihan.

bawal malubog sa baha.

Atin-atin lang to ha, usapang mag-kakaututang dila. Alam mo ba kung nasan ang Malacañang Palace? Nasa tabi ito ng Pasig River. Isipin mo to ha, bakit nanaisin ng Pangulo mo na Paganahin ang NPHS kung lulubugin ang palasyo? Hayaan nalang natin malubog ang mga mahhihirap? Pero bakit nga ba walang nakaka-alam ng mga ito, topsecret nanaman ba ito? Buti pa ang sexlife ni chris Aquino kahit walang kinalaman ang bayan, binabalita at pinaguusapan ng bawat Pilipino. Idagdag mo pa yung anak ni Gloria na kinasal nung panahon nya, may napal ba tayu? Bukod sa wala akong napala kundi bugnot at asar, dahil lahat ng chanel sa T.V. ito ang palabas.

Hindi mo naman kailangan ng utak ni Mendel, Aristotle o kahit ni Darwin para maunawan ang daloy ng kalikasan. Ang ulan na bumabagsak ay dumadaloy sa ilog, patungo sa mas malaking katawan ng tubig, patungo sa dagat hangang sa karagatan. Pero ditto sa pinas, ang tubig ulan, na dumadaloy sa ilog, binabalik sa mas mababang uri ng ilog, para malubog ang mahihirap na Pilipino.

care to swim?

Nakakalungkot isipin na dahilsa kawalangyaan ng iilan ay nagdudusa ang karamihan, sa katangahan ng iilan, lumulubog sa baha ang karamihan. Tulong na sa nawalan, ninanakaw pa ng mga hinayupak na lintang sumisipsip sa progreso n gating bayan. Hangat hindi natin naitatama ang pagkakamali ng mga nauna, patuloy tayung lulubog sa tubig, putik, at minsan sa dagat ng katangahan dulot ng kasakimaan ng mga tao sa pamahaalan. Hangat hindi nakakrating ang tulong sa mga nawalan, hangat sinasanay natin ang mga kabataan makipagpatayan sa Mindanao kaysa tumulong sa nabahaan, hangat may mga taong pan-sarili lang ang inaatupag, palagay ko malayo pa tayo sa tuwid na landas na hinahanap ng pinuno nitong bansa. Para lang tayung nagpapaikot-ikot sa tsubibo ng tadhana, nakatanga, nakatungangasa gagawin ng pamahalaan..sayang, walang silbi ang tatas sa pagsasalita, kung wala naman Makita sa gawa. Kahit ang mga batam kayang magsalita.

Manggahan Floodway

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Coordinates: 14°31′30″N 121°08′10″E

Manggahan Floodway

Country     Philippines

Region      Metro Manila, Rizal

Source      Marikina River

 - location  Pasig City, Metro Manila

 - coordinates     14°35′56″N 121°05′25″E

Mouth      Laguna de Bay

 - location  Taytay, Rizal

 - coordinates     14°31′30″N 121°08′10″E

Length      10 km (6 mi)

Pasig-Marikina River basin with the Manggahan Floodway shown in cyan.

flooded floodway

The Manggahan Floodway is an artificially constructed waterway in Metro Manila, the Philippines. The floodway was built in 1986, [1] with the cost of 1.1 billion pesos, in order to reduce the flooding along the Pasig River during the rainy season, by diverting the peak water flows of the Marikina River to the Laguna de Bay which serves as a temporary reservoir. In case the water level on the lake is higher than the Marikina River, the floodway can also reverse the flow.

By design, the Manggahan Floodway is capable of handling 2,400 cubic meters per second of water flow, although the actual flow is about 2,000 cubic meters per second. To complement the floodway, the Napindan Hydraulic Control System (NHCS) was built in 1983 at the confluence of the Marikina River and the Napindan Channel of the Pasig River to regulate the tidal flow of saline water between Manila Bay and the lake, and to prevent the intrusion of polluted water into the lake.

It has a fully gated diversion dam at its head and was designed with a width of 260 meters (850 ft). Over 40,000 households are situated along the floodway's banks  and these shoreline slums have reduced its effective width to 220 meters (720 ft). Kangkong is cultivated extensively in the floodway as well.

Environmental concerns:

By carrying flood waters to Laguna de Bay, the Manggahan Floodway lessens flood conditions in Metro Manila but contributes to flooding of the coastal areas of Taguig, Taytay, and other towns in Laguna and Rizal along the lake. Incidents of severe floods became more frequent and lasted longer in these areas since its construction.[1] An unusual large flood occurred in October/November 1986, lasting for 2 months and resulting in high mortality and morbidity rates due to gastroenteritis and other water-borne diseases.

alam mo naman siguro ito...

Furthermore, pollution and sediments carried by the floodway will jeopardize the existing and potential uses of the lake. The sedimentation rate of the lake is estimated at 1.5 million m³/year with the Marikina River as a major contributor of silt to the lake through the Manggahan Floodway. Additional pollution comes from the shoreline settlers, living in slums up to 5 rows deep, whose waste goes directly into the floodway.

[edit]2009 Flood

Aerial view of Manggahan floodway a day after Tropical Storm Ketsana hit the National Capital Region, leaving massive flooding in its wake.

On September 26, 2009, at about 6:00 pm PST, the 50-mph "Tropical Storm Ketsana" (called "Ondoy" in the Philippines) hit Metro Manila and dumped one month's rainfall in less than 24 hours, causing the Marikina River system, including the Manggahan Floodway, to burst its banks very rapidly. It is thought that blocked pipes and a poorly maintained sewer system, along with uncollected domestic waste, were major contributory factors in the speed with which the flood waters were able to engulf the surrounding area. The illegal settlers especially were blamed for flooding since their houses reduce the effective width and blocked the flow of the floodway. During the height of the storm, the Marikina River had a flow of about 3000 m³/s (106,000 ft³/s), and the head of the UP National Hydraulic Research Center stated that the floodway could have handled this flow without overflowing if there were no settlers on its banks.

Consequently, in February 2010, President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo revoked Proclamation 160 that reserved 20 parcels of land along the floodway for 6700 urban poor families, and ordered the forcible relocation of the illegal settlers whose houses were blocking the waterway to Laguna de Bay.

    

When Love Turns To Dust…

holding back those tears.

           Pain is all that was left. No trace of hope can be seen in her eyes, sanity almost wither and only anguish harbors inside her heart and mind. He was gone. No more shimmering light to guide her hands.

All hope is gone.

maybe...

           

…It all happened suddenly.

A dramatic turn of events...

In just a snap, fate broke them apart. He dumped her without any warning, saying that he had met a new one. She doesn’t want to say goodbye, but how, when all that she believed seems to be an utter lie.

How did this happen? Why? Where was love? Had Eros forsaken her, why? Dazed, she let confusion pile up in her mind.

            Sleepless nights, her eyes drench in sorrow, fleeing from sanity was her only remedy; all she wanted was to move on, but how? Where? How?

             When all that’s left, was fragment of broken vow, a disregarded promise and fogged eyes. She just wished that the pain would stop. But how, when each time she closes her eyes, memories of him clog her mind. Her reasoning abandoned somewhere in the heavens. Anchors of dilemma cast inside her heart, so conceited to deny the bitter-sweet truth of reality. He was gone, yet it’s him that she longs to see whenever she wakes up.

The harsh wind continues to blow them apart. Love sets down together with father sun; though unlike the latter, love won’t have a new dawn in her life, and just like love, pain was also a deathless god that will cling forever inside her shattered heart.

i guess...

Suddenly, all she that she had believed fades to black. He’s smiles are now the lit of her pain, the cause of her tears, the foundation of her suffering. Memories of him were a constant hurting.

She tried to stop him, to fight for him, but courage wasn’t on her side. Though love has the capability to tear down all walls, right now pride was far much superior. Pain and agony was always beside her, they will be her comrades for a long time. Silently, she wallows in her sufferings.

Longing for a cure, like a bird in the middle of a dessert, fooled by the mirage of fake smiles, she soars higher into the sky of hallucination. She rises towards her lamentation and pampers herself within the sea of clouds. Phony comfort was all she had. Knavish feelings soothe her sorrow, letting fraud lovers to heel her broken heart. How long must this apathy go on…how long.

She just wants to move on…

But how…

She can’t

Let go.

amen.

            

How To Be A Father…

            Is not that easy. You see, one must sacrifice a lot of things or should I say tons of it. From time, to whatever that may pop up inside your mind. It’s not that easy, but it’s all worth it.

            By all means, creating or having a baby is easy as 123 that even midgets have knowledge on it. I mean, hey don’t be such a hypocrite and start casting words of ignorance. Lots of teens now are engage on it, though there are some few that’s not in to it…yet. Still, most of our youths are doing the “thing”, so don’t be a pain in my ass and pretend that you’re going to be beatified by the pope.

Oh  Yeah!

            All male has the capability to become one, but to be a real father? Seldom of us had been triumphant. It’s not that easy as one may think. Sleepless nights, the sweet smell of your young ones excrement, shifting sleep schedule, the loud roar of a hungry baby at 1am. It’s not that easy to wake yourself and get up from your great slumber.

 It takes a lot of love and affection.

            By all means, things start to change. All you want is the warmth of your precious child’s hand. All you want is to hear the tiny sound of her asleep. All you want is to see is your dear child and nothing more.

            You’ll become delusional, a cynic, a schizophrenic thinking that other would try to hurt her.

            You’ll become an agnostic of all the things that’s related to your child’s security.

            You’ll become awfully protective on everything that comes near her.

            …and lastly, you’ll become plain arrogant on things that your child can do. Heck I am.

                    

            All you want is, that time would conceit your heart and stop its hand so you could hold your baby inside your arms for the rest of your life. To make her feel being loved, cherished, to make her feel valued. You’ll let go of everything just for her sake, for her laughter, for her sweet smile…and it’s all worth it.

            It’s not that easy, believe me. Being a father is an everyday learning that one must comprehend, discover and understand. Sadly, there’s no school for it, but every men is expected to pass this task. It’s a gift that one should enhance always and forever for the sake of his prized child. And sadly again, some men managed to finish this with flying bottles; spinning round kick, some superman punch and a rear naked choke…may they rot in hell. Amen.

color blind

            In this game called fatherhood, I’m just few paces ahead from the place called start, and there still a long way lies ahead of me. There still vast of lesson that I must learn; things to discover for my child’s sake. I just pray that, when I reach this games finale, I’ll still be me, loving my only princess with all my heart.

            

Feast of the holy black hypocrites…

hold on tight.

            It is estimated that, there was about 8.5 million Filipino devotees horded the recent feast of the most famous Roman Catholic idol, the holy Nazarene. “Hey, no offense here. I’m just trying to get your attention, and I think I got it. So maybe, put down that pitchfork of yours and continue reading this post.” Imagined if the bomb treath was not only a treath, our coountries population could have almost cutdown a bit. That’s why the government cut-off cellularphones cignal in entire metro manila to aboid some insipid dim-witted moron from plagueng our phones of some post-apocalyptic-ass-kisser-prophesy ,or from a numbhead that wants to reap your sanity by sending stupid bombtreaths. May they be abducted by some rebels, whom will teach them the art of true fear.

 

            First of all, my opinion here might be a second hand thought, or maybe not; but for all I know, their faith is deep-as-black-as-their-sleeping-god. Yet, their action towards their fellow human is shallow as their minds. Sadly, neither reasoning nor compassion was seen beyond that vast crowd.  You need to squeeze yourself beyond the horde of geez-you-smell-like-shit just to get yourself entangled in a maze of lost sheep following a false dream. And, if luck just might be on your side and managed to get up-front with the “black-one” you have to search yourself thoroughly, coz some of your personal stuff might been snatched by a petty thief. You see, January 9 is a one miraculous day, it is a day where devotees pray and bandits receive cosmic blessings. Though others struggle to find a spot where they can wipe their towels “it is said that if you managed to wipe a piece of cloth to any part of the black Nazarenes body, you’ll be healed from what-so-ever-sickness”, some find a spot where they can grab the opportunity and take advantage of the situation. It is a once a year festival where hordes of morons gather for a day of mindless struggle for freedom, salvation, deliverance, forgiveness, healing; wealth and sometimes, for power. So why loose the chance to outwit those fools and stand beyond the crowd and just glanced around those pesky dammed when you can join the club and ransack their pockets and bag.

            Every year, tons of people get smashed, crushed and sometimes squashed to the ground. Others got trauma, while some just managed to see others shoe for the last time in their life. While some managed to bring other to the hospital, others were rushed to a local morgue. Suffocation under the words of sorrow. Regret is a word they love to hover upon, neglecting authorities’ like they didn’t exist at all. Tell me, will they ever learn?

will you please a little bit

                                 

            Though, most of us “Filipinos” call ourselves “Christians”, the book of almanac tells the world that we are not “Christians” but “Roman Catholics”, don’t you find this odd? They call themselves “Christians” yet they don’t follow the “key-word”. All they do is whine about their problems, cast dismay to those who can’t feed their own young’s. To top it all up, why do they neglect the 2^nd law given to us by mosses? Yet still, why do most of us follow these blasphemies? No matter how hard other sect barge on their faith, they can’t tear them               apart. Aside from being a “till-death-do-us-part” relationship with their religion, you’ll be amazed on how they focus their selves in to just one-piece-of-wood-idol.

just a little bit.

            Humans, no matter how hard or easy things turns out, they’ll find something to give thanks or mock to. They ask for guidance, yet they only just listen to what profits their balls and egos. More than those good sermons, uplifting preaches, glamorous chandeliers’ that hangs from their respective churches and soul soothing voice of the choir you hear every Sunday. There’s something deeper that most of us don’t understand why, the why, they devote their selves to their gods.

bok : patamain nyo po ako sa lotto!
god: tumaya ka muna!

            It’s not just the priests, his sermons, their gods, nor do those cute sisters you imagine each time you pleasure yourself that they fight-to-death just for the sake of their so called faith. I’d been thinking this lately, and I think, this might answers some of my issues.

            Praying to those idols doesn’t just answer all they want, but also it is a mean of escaping some guilt driven sins without hearing anything. I mean why tells your priest that you and your boss have an intimate bed relationship and your sorry husband knows nothing about it when you can tell it to St. Peters image and he won’t mock you back. Why tell your Pastor that you secretly took P1000 from your crews set drawer, when you can whisper it behind Mama Mary’s statue in your house. Why asked for your local Elder’s forgiveness, he’ll just tell you to pray the rosary, the Lord’s prayer 3x, hail Mary and other ritual prayer just to save your sorry ass when you can tell it to the image of some idol without it complaining, nor nagging you about your sins…and most of all, they always smile back at you, you can almost hear them say “son you are now forgiven, go on, commit a new sin.’.

want one?

            You see, it’s the ability to stand still, sit for years without neither even scratching their butts nor aligning their crotch. It is the ability to stand still when others need to lean on them, the ability to  just listen  and utter no sound at all, it is those abilities that touch those morons heart to devote their selves. More than a dog that might ran away, a snake that might bite you back, a friend that would not tolerate your sexual desire to your office mate. Those idols, would never forsake you, leave you, nor disregard you whenever you need to burst out all your hidden desires. At least, that’s what they think.

                        Rommel Bernardo was a devotee of the black Nazarene; he said in an interview that he joins his fellow bacchanals in their every year “yaw-yan” for the black Nazarene. He and his wife, owns a local carendira in their house and was not criminals.  He was accused of being a snatcher, when, in-fact he is a real devotee. Luckily, someone had taken a video when he punch-right-in-your-face the real criminal. But was he really lucky? Was he really following Jesus? No matter how hard I think or watch the video, I can’t see any CHRIST-LIKENESS here. Sadly, they tell everyone that they follow the Christ yet they rushed toward the moron guy to take matters into their hands. Where’s the CHRIST-LIKENESS here? I mean, so we was a criminal, why can’t they just take to it a legal matter, drop animosity, let anger, hatred and rage soar throughout the sky and dissolve with the ever-changing clouds. Fury and disgust were cast all over the place. Rage was lit from everyone’s heart, where was CHRIST-LIKENESS in here? So he was a devotee, he punched the criminal for the sake of other? And him, being accused shouted what? That he was innocent? HYPOCRITE, he was just another Pharisee shape-shifting to a form of a loyal devotee, or maybe, those are the quality of a real devotee? And all i see, are people capable of hating each other, no love, no affection. just like what happened about 2000yrs ago, somewhere in Israel.

            Just had an idea. why is that no one portrays the suffering of St. Tarcicous?

let me have the pleasure!

-          He that commits no sin cast the first stone.