Aug 29, 2009
Aug 24, 2009
Thus, I set aside my Ramadan reflections this month for a more grave but unholy issue - talk about JIM & JEFF - our erring Kabayans of the season. The duo's alleged [cash-related] crimes have been the cause of shaking-heads in our scandal-prone community and an added source of PAIN and yes, HATE among their robbed-prey (count yours truly).
My blogsite's been itching to expose their plundering case. I was only reluctant due to its sensitive nature and in thought of my non-Pinoy readers. As possible, I 'd shun away from this tale of humiliation & indignity as it is tantamount to milking my own blood and vilifying my own state. I am uncomfortable as much as you are. I made a pact w/ myself, however, not to ‘cry wolf’ had my facts were’nt valid and proofs arent’ strong. W/ hodge-podge of follow-up reports drawn against J & J by the Media, Internet, and the victims themselves, I know I'm not barking @ the wrong tree. And w/ the negative impact to every OFW san the moral damage this notorious Jeff has personally given me, i decide to finally break my silence and surface out of my shell - for
According to his Resume', 31 yrs old Jim Abanto Miranda have been working in the Country since 2006 and later was employed as a Relations Officer for a Dubai-based financial industry. He has proven himself an absolute jerk few weeks ago after allegedly sprinting-away his loot, leaving his Pinoy Officemates in real mess and in distress. How much the rowdy cat dragged from their Company? JUST Dhs. 250 thou or a staggering 3.3 Million Pesos - serious cash more than enough to pay the investment & leisures of his dream.
Had the latter's sis was the one who recommended the said culprit for the job - whose duty includes encashing checks upon his sister's endorsement. He feared now for her future as she was the one facing the very wrath of their Employer who seemed not to ever want Pinoy workers anymore. Imprisonment's looming like a dark cloud to that lady and to the rest - once Jim's looted million not returned. "Good Job", Jim. Look what you've done. Tsk.
Aug 19, 2009
When my big sis' Bing chose to left me here for Canada, I was thrown into a new building to join a sharing flat. Eventually, my excitement of living-out in a new jungle (aka setting) had turned sour - when the pedestrian-friendly pavements I walk and run each Office day start showing-up its true color out by its stark and “smelly” truth - both AMUSING & IRRITATING.. I tell you.
They are common & familiar sights, scene-stealing from dusk till dawn, and been begging my mobile to hand them a photo-shoot ...
And like a starving vagrant outhere, I am too, was smitten by her charm - and potentials...
I can't blame him, Because if you cares to look, you’ll see their stereotype are not always an eyesore..
but some of them could actually keep your earthly treasures...
and would help you laid your tired back after a long day...
some of it could be your health-buddy outdoor,….
or intimate partner indoor..
Everyday, THEY and MORE are basking in glory there for the wandering eyes to see, and for the diligent hands to grab - all COST & TAX FREE.
BE WARNED, ... HOWEVER.
They are either second or third-hand, so might be plagued already with crawling bugs or stagnant germs. Therefore, the smart choice belongs to those who are dirham-pinching nowadays on whether or not they take them home - prior to City's "Concerned" Department advent.
Dang! 'Guess I’m back on my crazy week. Whose freaking toilet bowl is that by the way?
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Aug 12, 2009
Baby-dangling scenes were captured anew in a remote village of Maharastra giving the global viewers a good shock of their lives. The same triggers intense media scrutiny calling the circus show, nay,.. the pagan rite to stop it's public staging immediately.
The poor toddlers, as young as 2 years, were on the verge of loosing their tiny tonsils due to wild screaming as Ritual Masters in the shrine's rooftop dangled ‘em up in the presence of a rejoicing crowd and throw ‘em down - to a stretched canvas sheet held in pride by a cluster of faithful “catchers” waiting 50 FT. below. Their respective Moms on the other hand, also looked-up and waited for their naked little ‘angels’ or capeless super-babies to plummet fast like a shooting star. Perhaps praying to Gods that their fragile newborn would land the sheet safe, sound – AND ALIVE.
The ancient folklore, I found out, have been a common practice in Western India by its Hindu-Muslim aborigines. In fact, a much-awaited event for 500 freaking years now - most noted in rural corners where child mortality rate counts the highest. The Fall (they say) ensures GOOD HEALTH for the Baby and PROSPERITY for the Family.
So far, no injured little limbs, bones or torso were reported dismembered, injured or broken, and because of that, the throwing-ritual lives on ...
Aug 5, 2009
From a distance, I stood in dignified silence while my tribesmen are chanting a woman’s name. (My freaking folks are a picture of blood-hungry spectators cheering for clashing Gladiators in a Mortal Combat). The ear-defeaning chant of theirs get bigger and heavier as the Party’s campaign-float drew closer. Finally it passes our respective border and in the blink of an eye, conquered each and everyone. Lean and small, I was overshadowed by the tall and fat ones, so I needed to crane my neck like a giraffe to grab a better glimpse of that simple-looking woman in geeky glass whose short hair’s wavy, skin's flawless tipping-off a wealthy background.
To my delight, she gave a me quick nod and a sweet smile as she does generously for everyone. I sighted: her two hands are diligently making an L shape - for FIGHT or “Laban” accordingly, to which everybody (except for me, I guess) have gladly mimic on the spot. Incredible! My young mind wonders "what kind of charisma this woman possessed to freak and enchant my townsmen?".
As for me, what star-strucked me the most is the vivid paint of the blouse she’s wearing - a beautiful YELLOW, so eye candy and magnetic - eventually became a special symbol of her extraordinary legacy in the concrete jungle that is Politics. Soon I learnt, she is the Leader in disguise who beckon thousands of feet and hands in unity and spearheaded 'em to revive freedom & democracy. The grieving mom and widow of a noble man who became the prime instrument in ousting the country's tyrannic-aging ruler and his Imeldific-shoe collector wife to leave the High Office they and their loyal cronnies had occupied & looted terribly for 20 years.
I am one of those who say "Salamat po and PAALAM Tita CORY".