Need I say more?
I am just too happy that one of my favorite celebrities brought home another victory and pride for the country.
Congratulations, Congressman Pacquio!
Need I say more?
I am just too happy that one of my favorite celebrities brought home another victory and pride for the country.
Congratulations, Congressman Pacquio!
I am neat freak when it comes to my kitchen. I hate to see greasy pans and plates, too. Instead of forever nagging the helper to improve her dishwashing skills, I decided to find ways on how to remove the grease from the pans and plates.
Calamansi is a good deodorizer to remove the fishy smell on the pans and plates. It also serves as a good grease buster.
Some Tagalog love quotes that I found online:
Iniwan kita di dahil ayoko na sayo. tinalikuran kita di dahil galit ako sayo, lumayo ako di dahil ayaw na kitang makita, umalis lang ako kasi ayaw ko nang umiyak habang nakikita kang masaya…sa piling niya.
Muntik ko nang ipagtapat sayo ang nararamdaman ko nung magkasama tayo…muntik ko na sabihin na mahal kita…pero nung sasabihin ko na…napatigil ako dahil bigla mong sinabi….”lam mo mahal ko pa siya”.
Mahal kita, mahal mo siya. Siya naman di ka kayang mahalin katulad ng pagmamahal ko sayo…tanga ka at siya naman, manhid….parang tayong dalawa…yun nga lang…ako yung tanga at ikaw naman yung manhid.
TANGA daw ako nang pakawalan kita! GAGO daw ako, mas pinili kong lumisan ka! TANGNA ko daw, pumayag akong magmahal ka ng iba. ULOL SILA! Bakit ko IPAGPIPILITAN ang sarili ko sa taong ‘di naman ako mahal, di ba?
Sabi ko suko na ko, sabi ko di na kita mahal, sabi ko malilimutan rin kita, sabi ko di na kita kailangan, sabi ko masaya na ko, sabi ko yun… pero sana yun din ang sabi ng puso ko!
NakakaPAGOD magtxt noh? Lalo na pag… WALANG NAGREREPLY! Pero lam mo? May mas nakakaPAGOD pa dun! NakakaPAGOD magmahal ng taong hindi mo malaman kung sinong mahal…
Ang hirap makipagkaibigan sa mga kagaya mo lalo na pag may nararamdaman ka sa kanya na gaya ng nararamdaman ko sa ‘yo ngayon…
Nafeel mo na ba yung kala mo nakalimutan mo na siya? … as in wala na! Tapos na lahat. Then one day nagkita kayo. Nagsmile sya sa yo. Nasabi mo na lang… “Tangna! Mahal ko pa pala tong gagong ‘to!”
Pa’no mo malalaman kung mahal mong isang tao? Pag hinahanap mo ba? Pag namimiss mo? Siguro… pero mahal mo talaga pag masaya ka basta masaya sya…
May mga bagay na masaya… pero corny… may mga bagay na corny… pero masaya… pero pag kasama kita… lagi masaya… corny noh? Pero masaya…
Kunwari, masaya ako. Kunwari, OK ako. Kunwari, wala akong problema. Kunwari, nasa langit ako. OK lang ba kung isipin kong kunwari mahal mo rin ako? Kunwari lang naman e…
Masakit pag yung taong mahal mo iniwan ka… masakit kapag nakita mong may kasama syang iba… pero di ba mas masakit pag nakita mo masaya sya — masaya sya dahil wala ka na…
Matagal na kitang mahal… alam ‘yun ng iba… ngunit ba’t ikaw? Hanggang ngayoin, hindi pa… nakita kitang masaya at nakatawa… lalapitan na sana kita kaya lang, tangina! Kasama mo sya…
Alam mo miss na kita, kaso siya naman miss mo! lam mo mahal kita, kaso siya rin mahal mo! Siya na lang lagi! Kahit nasasaktan ka niya okay lang kasi mahal mo siya! Ang tanga mo no, parang ako!
If I only have one hour left to live and I’m with you that day…I’ll lay my head unto your shoulders as I feel the breeze touch my skin and say ” pasandal lang po muna ha? matagal po akong mawawala eh.”
Kung mahal mo raw, ipaglaban mo. totoo ba yon? paano kung hindi ka niya mahal? anong ipaglalaban mo? isang pag-ibig na ikaw lang ang nakakadama? mahirap yata yon ah!!! kaya mo ba? pero pag mahal mo talaga, kakayanin mo di ba?
Sana pag nakita mo na yung taong mahal mo, huwag kang magpakatanga, wag kang magpakamartir, wag kang magpakagago…ayokong makitang nahihirapan ka…tignan mo nangyari sa akin nung minahal kita….
Sabi nila, kapag mahal mo, lahat ibibigay mo…lahat gagawin mo…pero paano na lang kung hilingin niya na maghiwalay kayo…ibibigay mo ba kahit mahal mo pa siya?
Paano mo malalaman kung mahal ka niya? Simple lang….tumalon ka tapos sigaw mong mahal mo siya, pero kung di ka niya sasaluhin, wag kang mag-alala, ano ba’ng silbi ko? di ba tagasalo pag wala siya?
Sabi mo mahal mo ko…sabi mo di mo ko iiwan..sabi mo hihintayin mo ko. Saglit lang akong nawala iba na kasama mo. andaya talaga…dahil ba sa mahal mo lang ako pag wala siya?
Ask ko si God, sabi ko “Bakit mo siya kinuha sa kin? binigay ko naman lahat?” Sabi niya “Di ka kasi nagtira para sa’yo” sabi ko, “Ganito po kasi ako magmahal.” sabi niya, “Kaya pala lahat kinalimutan mo pati ako”
Sana akin ka para di ka iiyak. sana akin ka para di ka na masasaktan. sana akin ka para di ka na aasa pa. ngunit ang talagang nais ko’y Sana ako siya na minahal mo ng sobra sobra.
Minsan ang layo ng tingin mo. Sino ba’ng hinahanap mo? yun tao bang magmamahal sayo? yan ang hirap sayo eh! ang layo lagi ng tingin mo, ang tagal ko na dito…di ba pwedeng sa kin ka naman tumingin?
cno mhal mu? a.. xia pla eon.. kea pla nssktan akou.. pro ok lng eon! kce alm kng msya k.. kht mskt.. kce mhal kta..
d kou alm kng dpt akung ma2wa na ikay akin na @ iniwn muh na xia, pro bkt prng d akou lubos na mlgya, dhl b lam ko na hngng ngaun mhl mo p rn xia?
Si Lumen lang ba ang wais na misis? Try me! hehehe….
I ran out of toilet bowl cleaner and muriatic acid so as a substitute, I made use of Datu Puti and Lorin’s vinegar. I just mixed the left-over vinegar and I was able to collect half a cup of it; just enough quantity for our toilet bowl. The cleaning effect was just the same as muriatic acid.
Still unverified if there is a survivor by the name of BANG LU MIN.
Postcripts Of A BloodBath
by Bang Lu Min
(One of the Hostages)
Mr. Mendoza was already upset even before he saw on television what the policemen did to his brother. The other tourists who remained inside the bus were complaining. Wei Ji Jiang wanted to go to the bathroom. Dao Chi Yu was hungry and the rest were just groaning and whining like they have forgotten that our lives rest in Mr. Mendoza’s hands.
The hostage taker, as you know him was really nice. He treated us okay and even let the elders and the children leave the bus. He said your policemen treated him unfairly. He was a policeman too and was accused of doing something he had no knowledge of. But your government didn’t listen so he used us to get everyone’s attention.
Things would have never turned for the worst if he didn’t see how his family was dragged out of their house and taken into custody. He was watching the news all the time as we huddled around each other behind the bus. He shouted some words in your language then started shooting in the air. A girl about my age started screaming. Mr. Mendoza demanded her to stop but she didn’t understand English. God, he had to slash her neck with a knife just to put her to rest. Her boyfriend who tried to hit him was shot in the head.
Tension was rising. You can see in his face how scared and confused he was. The bus driver ran away leaving him alone with strangers from a distant land. I can see him walking across the aisle, sometimes pointing his machine gun to one of the tourists. But he tried his best not to hurt us, especially those who really cooperate.
I guess its in your nature not to inflict pain on others unless it was necessary. I remember him saying that he will free us before sundown and implored us to forget everything when we return home. But his words don’t matter now. The policemen were trying to force their way in, while we all lied down to shield ourselves from bullets. Mister Mendoza blindly shoots at his enemies which I think kept them from rescuing us. I hear sobs under the chairs. Some were even shouting the names of their loved ones even when the air merely eat their words. Kevin Tang tried to escape when the glass door was was shattered, but one shot and he slumped on the floor with blood gushing from his mouth.
Heavy rain pitter-pattered on the rooftop. In old Chinese saying, it means an end to a struggle. Finally, somebody was able to open the escape hatch at the back of the bus. Freedom. But I knew Mister Mendoza was still alive. I knew he was just waiting for a chance to strike back at his enemies. So I told those around me not to escape. Let the authorities come for us instead. Then there was gunfire. He was firing at his enemies with a machine gun. Those who were at the escape hatch fled abandoning us once again. It’s like a nightmare with no end and to wake up means a certain death. Then somebody from outside the bus threw a canister. It forced out a black smoke that is so painful to the eyes and putrid smelling to the nose. People started screaming. We cannot breathe. Some ran in front of the bus but Mister Mendoza warned them of stray bullets. It was too late. One was hit on the head, the other was hit on the shoulders. Bullets were now flying. Its like the authorities thought we were all dead. Mister Mendoza finally realizes his mistake and said sorry to everyone, dead or alive. He then ran towards the front of the bus where he would meet his maker. As he passed by my chair with bullets whistling overhead, I clutched my hand on the velvet curtain and wrapped it around my face. All I could think of was to stay alive – for my child who is waiting for me back in Xinjang. I know I will survive,
I will come home.
Bang Lu Min
Survivor, Quirino Bloodbath
Sharing with you what I got from MSN:
For two teenage Roma sisters life has turned into a nightmare since they were forced to leave Germany, the only home they had ever known, and expelled to Kosovo, a country they had never seen.
Kosovo hurdles for Roma kids expelled from Germany
“I feel like I am in prison. I do not go out of the yard,” said 13-year-old Bukurije Berisha in fluent German as she pointed to the high walls surrounding her dilapidated house.
“I still hope I will wake up and see it was a bad dream.”
The girls were born after their parents sought asylum in Germany in 1993, fleeing a brutal crackdown on Kosovo by the late Serbian strongman Slobodan Milosevic.
They speak no Albanian, the dominant language in Kosovo, and only a bit of their parents’ native Roma tongue.
But last December, they landed with their parents and five brothers and sisters in a poor Roma settlement with filthy, narrow streets on the edge of the western Kosovo town of Pec.
The Berishas are among some 14,000 Kosovars — 10,000 of them Roma — to be returned from Germany under a bilateral deal in April, nearly 11 years after the end of the Kosovo war.
And those who will suffer most are children like Bukurije and her sister Lumturije, warn experts including Thomas Hammarberg, the human rights commissioner for the Council of Europe, the pan-European rights body.
On Tuesday, he singled out Kosovo as he urged member states to refrain from action that only worsens the exclusion of Roma, many of whom already live on the fringe as stateless people without documents and thus denied basic human rights.
“For instance, western European states should stop forcibly returning Roma to Kosovo,” Hammarberg said in a statement.
Rights groups have sounded the alarm about a new round of discrimination against what some call Europe’s most hated minority.
In France, controversy has dogged a government crackdown on illegal gypsy camps and moves to expel foreign gypsies breaking the law, after President Nicolas Sarkozy said some in the community posed security problems. Most Roma — an ethnic group widespread in eastern Europe — in France are thought to come from Romania and Bulgaria, both of which joined the European Union in 2007.
European Justice and Rights Commissioner Viviane Reding already warned in April that “the situation of many Roma seems to have deteriorated over the years,” adding “that is simply not acceptable.”
Last month, the UN Children’s Fund, UNICEF, noted that about half of the Roma to be deported from Germany to Kosovo are children, the majority of them born and raised in Germany.
“Children are the ones most affected by these forced returns,” Hammarberg warned in a foreword to the UNICEF report. “In Kosovo they are confronted with an entirely new reality. They feel lost and alienated.”
The home the Berishas left was burned down in the bloody 1999 war that ended the conflict in the former Serbian province, which declared independence in 2008 despite fierce Serbian opposition. Now the family lives in a cousin’s house with no indoor plumbing or running water.
The two sisters no longer go to school. They blame language trouble but also say they feel like outcasts with their urban European manners and fashionable clothes.
“Children tease and call us names in school,” Lumturije said.
They long to return “home” and vow to do so when older.
“I was born there and I feel German,” a tearful 14-year-old Lumturije Berisha said, remembering her home in Arnsberg, western Germany.
“I miss my school. I miss going to walk with friends in my city.”
Analyst and prominent Roma journalist Kujtim Pacaku said it was an “illusion” to expect Roma children to integrate “after such a cultural shock”.
“To do so, they have to forget all their previous experience and knowledge and begin from zero,” he told AFP.
Germany has pressed for the refugees’ return for years and despite the April deal, even Kosovo’s Minister for Welfare Nenad Rasic conceded that his country simply does not have the resources to receive and integrate all returnees.
Kosovo is considered one of Europe’s poorest countries where official figures show nearly half the two million population is unemployed and living under the poverty line. Critics in both countries have charged that Kosovo is unable to guarantee basic human rights like access to adequate housing, health care or education to its own inhabitants, no less returning Roma.
Kosovo “first must create conditions for their integration,” said Roma member of parliament Danish Ademi, who opposes the return of gypsies.
“Otherwise, people will have to beg or steal at once they are dropped at the airport in order to feed their families,” he said.
Families with special needs children have not been excluded from the expulsions from Germany, though the German embassy in the Kosovo capital Pristina was not available for comment.
The nine-member Miftari family were returned after a 16-year stay in Germany where two of their sons, now seven and 11 and both profoundly deaf, were born.
“In Germany the conditions were ideal. They went to a specialized school which picked them up from home each day and returned them,” their father Shemsi Miftari said sadly.
“Here they are forced to collect scrap metals and tin cans.”
The Mulolli family has a similar tale. Their two-year-old daughter suffers from what they said is a congenital disorder that makes her “forget” to breathe in her sleep, though they could produce no verifiable medical documents, saying they were given only a short time to pack one bag per family member when they were expelled and had no time to gather medical documents.
Selina’s condition is controlled by special, expensive portable equipment attached to her chest at night to alert her parents if she stops breathing, they said.
“The equipment uses replaceable and expensive diodes we cannot afford and which even do not exist here,” her father Florim said.
“Germany condemned Selina to death, but we will not let her die,” he said bitterly, hugging the lively blonde girl on his lap.
Florim’s son Rrahman, 14, like the Berisha girls, said he felt like a refugee in Kosovo and was in constant touch with his German friends via Facebook.
“When German police came to our flat to take us to the airport they said we’re taking you home,” he said.
“I told them my home is here.”
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I feel bad for these kids. I feel their pain. In their heart, they are Germans and Germany is their home. Moving back to Kosovo is like starting a new and different life financially and culturally.
Germany is like a rich relative who welcomed a poor relative to stay with him until the latter is able to re-arrange his life. For many years, Germany provided for his poor relative. Kosovo, the poor relative, learned to live his life the German way and forgot about his original home. Years later, the poor relative was informed that life in their homeland is peaceful again; they can return home. But the poor relative has established himself in the rich relative’s homeland. Despite his apprehensions, he found himself being escorted to the airport. He returned “home” but found himself lost again. He’s used to the rich relative’s homeland. But the rich relative must face his own life, too. He has given enough…maybe more than enough.
The resignation of seven Philippine Airlines (PAL) pilots caught media attention because of its effect: delayed flights and no flights at all for the poor passengers. Your immediate reaction could be, “Ang kakaPAL naman ng mga pilotong yan! It’s their moral responsibility to serve the country. Sa flag carrier pa mandin sila nagtatrabaho!”
What made them resign? Basta ayaw na lang? Sawa na sa PAL? Better offer sa ibang airlines? Better plane perhaps? Pero eto ang binalita kahapon. As early as January 2010, these pilots were informed that some of them would be transferred to PAL’s sister airline. This would mean a lower compensation. Parang kang na-demote kumbaga kung sahod ang pag-uusapan. At eto namang PAL pala eh pag umabot na ng 40 years old ang piloto, good-bye PAL na sila. Ganun ba kabata ang pagreretiro ng isang piloto? Is it the same policy with the other airlines? These pilots have mouths to feed. Baka nga yung iba sa kanila, wala pang ipon o sariling bahay. Some of them were informed that their tenure would end on January 2011. If you were in their position, wouldn’t you be tempted to find another employer?
Earlier, PAL contemplated of giving disciplinary (or legal?) actions to their ex-pilots. Six months kasi ang turn-over ng isang piloto ng kanyang eruplano. That’s the stick principle. Here’s the carrot principle: last night, PAL is encouraging their ex-pilots to come back to them. Their benefits will be given (at last!) and they will receive the same salary if they will be transferred to the sister airline. Kinda too late because for sure, these pilots have signed their employment contract to their new employer.
On the other side, their flight attendants have their own issues too with PAL’s management. Average salary (or is it starting salary?) is PhP 8,500. Glamorosa ka ngang tignan pero ganyan ang salary mo, baka kulang pang pambili ng make up yan unless they’re given allowances for that. But it’s good to see these two flight attendants on 24 Oras saying that despite the low compensation, they will be loyal to PAL because it’s an honor for them to be part of Philippine’s flag carrier.