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Here is a beautiful poem that I would like to share to you today.

This is a reality check. As the last paragraph of this poem said, “How many times in our lives, have we absolutely known that something was a certain way, only to discover later that what we believed to be true … was not?“

The Cookie Thief
by Valerie Cox

A woman was waiting at an airport one night,
With several long hours before her flight.
She hunted for a book in the airport shops.
Bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.

Sleepless OFW

It is already past 2:00 in the morning here. While most people in this part of the world has probably gone to dreamland or somewhere already, here I am, the so-called “New Hero”, is very much awake, still in front of my computer, ticking and clicking the keyboard, desperately looking(???) and waiting for sleep to come by.

For the last three days, I have been trying to write my thought on the Malu Fernandez episode after the rage but right words like sleep do not come by that easily.

So, instead of forcing myself and agravating my present condition, I just went through my tagalog blag hoping, just hoping that I might find something that will bring me to that elusive state that everybody calls SLEEP.

Life of an OFW, especially if you are living alone in a place where nightlife is non-existent, is downright boring, lonely and hard.

It looks like I am beginning to rant now about my so-called OFW life, so, I will end this here right now by bringing my my tagalog post about blog addict.

USER Number 69
July 9, 2006, myepinoy Blag  

Naalala ko po noong nakaraan kung bakasyon, kausap ko po iyong isa kung ka tropa at napagkasunduan namin na magkita kami sa sa isang lugar sa may Pasay upang bisitahin ang isa pa naming katropa na matagal ng di namin nakikita. Di ko na po matandaan yong eksaktong lugar, medyo humina na ang aking memorya, dahil siguro sa kakablog. Pakiramdam ko blog addict na ako.Oo blog addict nga ako, ewan.

The Filipino is worth dying for

Twenty-four years ago yesterday, four gunshots were heard. Then, shouts and commotion followed. Amid the chaos, two persons lie dead at the tarmac of Manila International Airport. One was Rolando Galman, the other, a bullet pierced through his skull, was Benigno “Ninoy” Aquino, the man who said,”The Filipino is worth dying for.“

source:http://www.youtube.com/user/AquinoFdn

IF ONLY, we understood well and took these words of Ninoy, “The Filipino is worth dying for.“, into our hearts and minds, perhaps, our country would have been the greatest nation on earth. No Filipino would ever equate his or her worth to pieces or bundles of these.

One expensive and stupid media blitz

Kahapon, nakatulog ako ng maaga at naiwanan ko ang aking TV na nakabukas. Siguro pagod ako o siguro boring ang palabas ng TFC. Pwede ring maganda dahil meron itong calming effect na nag induce para makatulog ako.

Sa kalagitnaan ng gabi, ako ay nagigising. At habang dahan dahan kong iminumulat ang mga singkit kong mata, napabaling ako sa palabas sa telebisyon.

Oras na pala ng Bandila at ang ipinakikitang news clip ay ang pagwasak ng labing-walong smuggled na sasakyan sa pag-gamit ng backhoe. Ito raw ay para sa walang kwentang anti-smuggling campaign ng Bureau of Customs.

Nakakatawa o nakakainis, matapos mawasak ang mga sasakyan at maipakita sa buong madla ang destruksyon, nagtalaga ng bantay ang Bureau of Customs with shoot to kill order sa mga taong gustong kahuyin o magnakaw ng ang mga skrap o pyesa na pwedeng gamitin at ipagbili.

Hindi ako eksperto sa batas ng customs o kung papapaano ito ipinatutupad sa mga kontrabandong bagay na nakumpiska ng ahensya, pero malinaw sa kin na sinayang lang ang mga ito. Para saan? Para sa ano? Palabas na walang kapararakan.

Habang sa tuwing ang mga kababayan natin ay nag dedemand ng mga basic services na dapat na ibinibigay sa kanila, ang karaniwang sagot ng mga tao sa gobyerno ay SORRY, NO FUNDS AVAILABLE pero heto, kahit saan silipin o kahit sino man ang tumingin, malinaw na pera, sinayang lang. Tulad sa kanta ng mga bata, “lumipad lang ang lobo, kung pagkain sana ang binili ko, nabusog pa ako.”

Pinipilit kung wag ng isipin ang rason sa pagwasak ng mga sasakyang ito pero umuukilkil sa aking maliit na utak na iisa lang ang gustong ipabatid ng Bureau of Customs, “WHO NEEDS THE MONEY ANYWAY.”

Sa dulo ng balita, sinabi sa report na the government fell short of their announcement that it would also destroy 14 other luxury cars due to unresolved legal issues. Have they come to their senses or someone powerful tells them to stop?

Only God and they know the answer.

Bago matapos ang balita sa Bandila, unti-unti namang bumabalik ang aking antok. At habang bumibigat ang aking mga mata, sumagi sa isipan ko ang mga kababaihan na kababayan natin na ngayon ay nasa pagkalinga ng Bahay Kalinga na pinatatakbo at pinamamahalaan ng Philippine Overseas Labor Office (POLO) dito sa Riyadh.

Ang mga kababaihang ito ay mga distressed OFW’s, karamihan ay kasambahay na tumakas sa mga malulupit, abusado at mahigit pa sa hayop na amo dahil sa maltreatment, sexual abuse or non-payment of wages. Sila rin ang isa sa mga segments ng mga OFW’s na gumagamit ng AXE at Charlie cologne at mag-aamoy air freshener ka daw pag gising mo kung katabi mo ang mga ito sa eroplano, na tinukoy sa lathalang “From Boracay to Greece” ni Malu Fernandez, ang hayop sa lakas ng bilib sa sariling matabang babae, isang irresponsible at mapanlait na kolumnista ng Manila Standard Today at People Asia Magazine at may paniwala na ang panlalait nya sa mga OFW’s ay “acerbic wit“.

Sa kasamaang palad ang acerbic wit na ito ay kinonsente ng editors ng Manila Standard Today at People Asia Magazine.

Sa kasalukuyan, mga 106 ang bilang nila na nagdurusa at naghihintay kung kailan darating o umaasa na lang na darating nga ang kanilang repatriation tickets mula sa OWWA. Habang walang kasiguruhan ang mga tickets na ito, patuloy silang magdurusa kasabay ng kani-kanilang mga asawa, anak, kapatid, magulang at mga kamag-anak na nasa Pilipinas.

Kung hindi lang sana gago ang mga taong nag-utos sa pagsira ng mga smuggled na sasakyan at bagkus ibenenta na lang ang mga ito at ipinambili ng repatriation tickets, maraming distressed OFW’s ang makakauwi na at makakasama na ang kanilang pamilyang nawalay sa kanila ng matagal.

Hay gulay, madaling araw na naman! Habang hinahatak na ko ng aking antok at hinahatak ko naman ang aking kumot, naisip ko bakit kaya malupit ang mundo sa ibang tao? Bakit kaya may mga gagong opisyal ng gobyeno, may mga taong katulad ni Malu Fernandez at may mga lathalaing tulad ng Manila Standard Today at People Asia magazine na hinahayaang maglabas ng mapang-lait na panulat?

Sino kaya ang may kasalanan o sino ba ang dapat sisihin? Meron ba o wala?

Pero kahit ganito kadilim ang aking pag-iisip, Masaya na rin ako dahil marami sa ating mga kababayang blagista ang hindi pinalagpas ang kalokohan ni Malu fernandez. Masaya rin ako, dahil kahit sa maliit na paraan, marami pa ring OFW’s ang marunong magmahal sa kapwa at walang sawang tumutulong sa mga kapos palad nating kababayan.

Dahil dito, meron pa ring ngiti sa aking mukha. Dahil kahit ano man ang mangyari, alam ko masarap maging PINOY. Ito ang dala ko sa aking pagtulog kagabi.

BIG ot Malu Fernandez

This is for you BIG ot Malu Fernandez from an OFW with wit and common sense.

Malu Fernandez is a columnist of The Manila Standard Today who had an article in People Asia Magazine titled “From Boracay to Greece“. This article smacks of bigotry, discrimination and elitist view of OFW’s “being trapped like a sardine in a sardine can with all these OFWs smelling of AXE and Charlie cologne while Jo Malone evaporated into thin air.“

In her response, she claimed that “the magazine got a few e-mails from people who didn’t get the meaning of my acerbic wit.“

Malu Fernandez is an unknown entity (in the net) until bloggers took notice of her bigotry. Google does not show any informations of who she is except now; all of which are from posts of Pinoy bloggers who are mad about her insensitivity and stupid view of OFW’s.

For more informations, please visit the following:

• Tingog.com
• SUPILIN SI MALU FERNANDEZ NG MANILA STANDARD TODAY
• Malu Fernandez – WordPress
• Malu Fernandez – Google

Tags: Malu Fernandez, Manila Standard, bigotry

Notice (24080330hrs): I believe that we have said what must be said and we have expressed what must be expressed to the the woman who caused us hurt. And perhaps, she already learned her lessons the hard way.

This blog has been very open and liberal in accepting all types of comment because this blog does not believe in any forms of censorship BUT, as well-meaning bloggers said, there are other actions and other ways to let them know our sentiments. So, I am now closing the comment box.

Maraming salamat po sa inyong lahat. Mabuhay ang mga OFW’s at lahat ng Pinoy sa buong mundo.

Let us all move on.

Lambastusis: The malditaefic sickness

Drawing number 4 for my so-called kartoon graphics.

Margin of Error

Drawing number 3 for my so-called kartoon graphics.

Whoa, three in a row. This time, the crazy spark in my brain lighted up. I am seeing flames.

The Prodigal Kid

The second drawing - myepinoy’s kartoon graphics.

Perhaps I am moved or inspired by the comments of ladybug and tutubi. Ha Ha Ha.

What now Dad?

This is my first attempt to do a kartoon graphics using computer and MS Paint.

Good luck to you all and Thank You for your comments. 

Let me do it for you, will you?

So you are too busy. You barely have time for yourself. As always, time is not enough for you to do all the things you need to do in a day.

But hey, will you please stop for few minutes and do something very important to yourself starting this very moment today and every month onward.

Please check your breast. I repeat, please do check your breast. I am pretty sure this won’t take much of your time.

If you can’t do it or too busy, some horny guys are available to do it for you for free. If you cannot trust them, let me do it for you. Will you?

You may call me crazy or whatever but before you do that you might as well continue reading. I am sure you will thank me afterwards. If not, so be it. After all, they’re your breasts and not mine.