CONCERN - MISTAKEN AS HARD HITTING !

One thing that this life has taught me is that no matter what I do, believe in, write about or concern myself about, somebody is going to be mad. Loathing is just a national pastime to everybody, irregardless of race, culture, sexual preferences and economic background.

I believe though that a more mature approach in handling hatred , jealousies and certain negative emotions are all a matter of breeding, social disposition , mental health and fear of the Lord. And maybe , by just reading this, you say “YIKES”, so preachy. But guess what? I don’t mind.

I am sure that if a blog consisted nothing than the usual goody old shoes as ” I hope you have a nice day today because mine is just great,” somebody from nowhere would readily respond “What do you mean you hope I have a nice day? It was a lousy morning to start with, you moron.” If Dutchie friend 2 hears about this kind of response, he would automatically say “ En die ---- (mention a person's name to fill in the blank) die moet gewoon genomen worden”. Translated in English, it is : And that (name of person or my name) just needs to be taken swiftly, lol. Most things about mental maturity including this type of bantering between us, we don't take too personally. We find a lot of things fun and that approach bind us strongly. Hmm…but wait, we also disagree on certain trifles. Major concerns are so far agreeable between us which is good.

And still, somebody else would perhaps, prefer to say: “ I hate people like you who wants to stay positive who make me feel I am not and who tell me to have a nice day because, I’m going to have any kind of day I want."

If I try to say “God bless you” to just about anyone (which I normally do), some of you will find yourselves hounded by questions as “Is this politically correct? What is she saying?”. And maybe, I would get hate mails from different sectors with a somebody shouting at the top of his lungs ” I’m an atheist, so keep the blessings to yourself, you insensitive b---ch”

Well today, Dutchie friend 2 just finished airing out one of his more serious incessant complains. My personal views follow zoals gewoonlijk (as usual). My side: If you can’t take it, stop complaining and do something about it. It’s either you leave the situation or get stuck with it.

I usually go soft and contemplative initially, studying out all the angles prior to commenting. But a good 3 years of honest-to-goodness friendship will warrant a more truthful attack. Most specially when the complain is about a person causing irrational daily burdens which most saintly-demeanored people would say “ Couples go through this”- whoa! Pleasee... Okay, okay. I admit! I have once, maybe twice…err…thrice or more, given this line as a sincere advice. But well, to me, this advice befits 2 normally rational people in a relationship and not one, being normally irrational. Get it? The scale must not that be imbalanced , hey! Critically essential to me is when conspicuous attitudes still surface when one is already in their 30’s. Sweet Jesus! Pleasee. I just cannot take extremely immature behavior. Really! Being childlike sometimes is cute, but acting childish is different. Better leave that to the unruly tots who are still considered endearing inspite of their mess and unusual demands.

And so anyway, no matter how close we can get, that friend and I had quite an argument.

Me: " I have heard that a thousand times. Are you just challenged with what keeps on going on or what? Don't you ever send me images of something with NV." (NV is Negative Vibes in our own acronymed lingo. We both are fond of engaging in this time saving ritual of ours,lol)

Dutchie Friend 2 : ”You are hitting hard on ------! You better go to church! You better pray! ”

Me : “ I thought I can say anything without you being so affected. You TOLD me that first day, remember? And you keep on telling me this: “Nothing can make me mad”. Hence, the comments. When you complain ( He normally does-- Well, he is Dutch, lol!) about these things, I am open to my own opinion which you normally would accept, right? And you do these to me so liberally as well. We do these most times, commenting on each other’s stories and all else. If you don’t want the truth, then don’t talk to me. NEVER, EVER complain to me giving me a FULL account of your disappointments when you know very well I , myself get affected out of my concern. Or maybe, you cannot face the truth”?

Dutchie Friend 2 : “ Awwww”

Me: “Oh hey, I need to go”

He even managed to say some things which are truly hurtful inspite of the fact that I am just pretty much concerned.

Dutchie Friend 2 : “You are filled with hatred and jealousy. Oh, this is ---- and not ------. Sorry.

And he said this with a sarcastic tone.

Me: What ?

This, I uttered in a truly amused manner, feeling hurt ,wishing and admonishing myself that I let go with my concern.

I guess it took us 3-4 days to truly patch things up between us. I aired my pent up side , some valid concerns, and well, some apologies if ever I made him feel that way. He wasted no time explaining his side too and said he was partly joking as he likes teasing me so much, wanting to test my reaction. I would have to agree he does but that specific moment, I cannot be convinced he was. My problem? No. I was cocksure, he wasn’t that time. But it has been like this with the both of us. Arguing but never to the point of not making up and trying to understand each other. I guess this is what makes our unique friendship grow. When one is wrong, that person admits it and when we both are uncertain who is right, we are sorry for things that might have caused hurt to both of us. And we always manage to erase unnecessary trivialities that usually mar a good friendship. Oh, but well, we are also strong on pointing out other things that have caused us to feel certain hostile emotions. And just like it is with us, all is swell and well again.

Moral of the lesson: The Dutch are strong minded individuals, I would agree. But when faced with the truth, they can sometimes not accept it bravely. Generally, they can take things in stride with great nonchalance. But, a direct observation into their lives no matter how close you can get to them will tell you that they are just like most people. They feel slighted even though you meant concern. Sometimes, they also have to learn not to take things personally when it’s really what's supposed to mean.

But don't be misled - I love almost every inch of Dutch in DF2 (Dutchie Friend 2).

THE DUTCH IN MY LIFE

-PART 2-
Oh, oh, but lo and behold. Things will just unfold as the getting-to-know-each-other phase unravels...

I came from well educated, legally abreast, socially adept, busy, nagging, tough, responsible , proactive, CRITICAL, loving, overprotective, pious yet contemporary parents. Both mom and dad share those qualities mentioned above equally and both exercise their grey matter daily. It is usual at home if you will be asked what decisions you made for tasks, even the mundane ones. It is up to you if you will accede yourself to feel harassed - although in essence, you definitely are! If you are not used to this, I recommend that you immerse yourself to our family (I have the gift of discernment...haha.) and I would not wonder if you develop some fear and a nervous breakdown when you commit mistakes. Mistakes are things done NOT in accordance to their orderly fashion of doing things. Get it? Well why, even the slightest ones among the tasks in your life will be monitored. And assessed. Here's a quick roster : the way your hair must fall in your shoulder, the color of ballpen used for signing specific documents (which must be black) for formality, why you need to park your car in that specific "where", not using the cellphone whilst driving, why I must be seated in the first 2-4 rows when I attend the Holy Mass. It is considered formal and proper (Dutchie friend 2 would often address me before as "prudish" ) when asked not to forget the way your significant relationships must be and the way your child rearing is handled , not to mention why , what and how you decided something specifically not in accordance with what they might have done. Whew!

But I love my parents. I have to shake myself and say I LOVE THEM because I really do. It’s just that I am my own woman for long now and they must realize that. Times will be when you really find a collision...WHEW! Isn’t that tough? But when you are used to this, you will find out later on life that this has actually benefited you to practice your critical thinking. Imagine hearing 2 strong, stubborn ,bull headed ,confident and decisive parents airing their sides most times. AND they are morally responsive too, OMG! To them, offering constant reminders is love. Ha-ha. Well, I laugh at it but I must agree that in personal relationships, it is. I guess I needed that for a partner for the long haul myself, **smiles and grins**. I still believe though that I am more nurturing physically with the knuffel and the kussen than my parents are.

It would be noteworthy to mention as well that (a) Mom is very technical, the jack-of-all-trades, gets the job done, dwells in a accomplishments and deep service to the church and (b) Dad is the intellectual, can be harsh but very sweet,caring and ALWAYS WORRIED. So you see, it is clearly stated now that being fooled is a NO-NO in the house. How come I was fooled in my business? Too much trust and kindness, maybe? Geez, there's still pain I got reliving the glory days of being privileged in the best of many ways. Oh well, life is a challenge.

This factor prepared me for the real thing-the real life. At least I am not a wimp!!! But of course, God is good and that is all the time. He has truly fulfilled the Libra in me, I guess...the woman in me...the person out of the good life in me and yes, the person from which life's challenges abound as well. Just what His purpose might be, I am still uncovering it myself. A soft interior encapsulated in a hard shell , that's me. And vice versa.

You think these things I mentioned contributed to my a la -Dutch ways the dutchie (Dutchie 1) observed of me? Maybe yes. Maybe not.

WHAT CHRISTMAS REALLY MEANS TO ME

As the world with major established social views and constantly evolving cultural climate that must equate with what is politically correct changes, the reason for celebrating Christmas, I believe, must remain in our hearts.

I have always regarded Christmas as the day Christ was born.

The history of Christmas is a plethora of historical facts and speculations with which people are acquainted with. The multifarious Christmas traditions abound throughout the Western world ,many of which have antiquated folklore and pagan beliefs for their origins.

From the Christmas trees, mistletoe, holly and ivy ,Christmas turkey, Christmas presents, the Yule log, the Christmas cards, Christmas pudding, Christmas stockings,to the Christmas star for which we also have in the form of parol lanterns here in the Philippines, symbolizing the nova that the 3 Magi followed to witness the nativity of Jesus- even the evergreens and boughs,Christmas stories, and the ever famous Santa Claus known as Sinterklaas in NL and Father Frost or Father Christmas to some- all these touch significant traditions, symbolic decorations and food for the season of giving which is Christmas.

A Christmas Philippine lantern commonly known to us locals as the PAROL, showcasing an outstanding array of a myriad of colors green, red and yellow. Notice (kindly click the foto to enlarge) that at the very core is an illuminated image of The Nativity,traditionally known to the Philippines as the BELEN. The 5 images at each point of the star's intersection are visual illuminations of choir angels holding a trumpet- a symbol of announcement heralding the birth of Jesus Christ.

For Christians and even non -believers alike, each with it's own customs and even to some, different days ( The Armenian Apostolic Churches on Jan 6 and Jan 7 for the Eastern Orthodox Churches who still prefer to use the old calendar respectively) for celebrating Christmas , it is noteworthy to observe that some are surprisingly universal and others are just entirely unique as well.

Many a Christmas traditions and activities are so much fun , truly adding gaiety for the entire season, thus, making it hard to just do away with - secularized or otherwise. Personally, the challenge that beset a Christian during Christmas is not to be extremely carried away amidst the flurry of numerous activities and Christmas- related flamboyancy . For the scary part, these very customs and traditions can rob us off the true meaning and existence of and for Christmas. And before you get me wrong, I still enjoy to go along with the flow of all kinds of Christmas festivities and cheer with everyone. After all, these nuances make the celebration of Christmas a worldwide phenomenon.

I personally love passing by a well lit home ,with numerous lights to signify the special season for Christmas. What more if adorned with the Belen ( an image representation of The Nativity) to highlight a home! Carol singing from house-to-house by certain church groups and organized chorale make it a musical experience for me -- and mind you, they come in flocks to our home once the first day of December hits the calendar, and in growing numbers as Christmas nears, lol. It is also only here in the Philippines where Christmas is celebrated with much gusto - imagine celebrating Christmas from December 16, actually the beginning of the dawn mass (Misa de Gallo) for 9 consecutive mornings, and highlighted by the Misa de Aguinaldo (Christmas Eve Mass) on Dec 24 only ending on January 6, the Epiphany. This is not to mention THAT, Filipinos take off Christmas trimmings even until about late February, lol.

The first foto is a graceful lantern illuminating the artfully crafted BELEN itself. An entry to Tarlac's Belenismo 2007, isn't it just awesome! The second foto depicts the whole ensemble of The Nativity scene.

In the Philippines for which Catholicism is about 90% or more of the population, customs for the Christian festivities are a plenty - what with the parol hanging outside in open windows to garb the abode from the richest estate to the humblest of home, to the sharing of the meal ( Noche Buena) only after Misa de Aguinaldo (Gift Mass), as well as the Panunuluyan which is a reenactment of the journey of the plight of Mary and Joseph to seek for a place where Mary can give birth to baby Jesus. In this part of the globe where every town celebrate fiestas for almost every patron saint imaginable, and where any kind of occasion is highlighted with food that is shared to just about anyone ( and that means from the boss to the postman), Christmas by and large, still remains focused on the message of hope, faith and love.

Gift- giving is a practice inherent in every Pinoy Christmas time or not - a kind customary act specially at this yuletide time of the year to even the rest of the world. But it is just "very Pinoy" to give gifts to almost anyone he knows, lol. Now tell me, can you beat that ? I believe that the Pinoys are blessed with this passion for sharing, a good thing indeed. However, for many people (Pinoy or of another race )-whether they care to admit it or not-Christmas is about presents. Well and good in my opinion, albeit the real gift giving should transcend over and above giving and receiving alone.

The gift that God the Father and the Holy Spirit handed for mankind, which is Jesus, our Savior should be enough to make us realize how much loved we are, shouldn't it be? Christmas must be all about love -- the love that we should bring and share to our family and friends-and yes, maybe even to strangers and our enemies--the love that we receive brought by God and handed down to us which must be gladly passed on --the symbol of love, the symbol of Christmas- our eternal gift, our Saviour , Lord Jesus Christ.

All things material are nice to have...but GOD is a MUST HAVE.

IDLENESS IS THE WORKSHOP OF THE DEVIL

Idleness is the devil’s workshop.
Ever heard of a person who fits to a T this description: GOOD FOR NOTHING? This person has so much negative vibratory element in her that when you see “ the entity”( I prefer to call her"the entity") , you get the feeling that would go far in the depths of that eerie darker magnitude. This person has so much dragging capability with a seemingly shy front. Deadly combination. And yes, you can feel a certain unwelcoming aura in the most antagonistic of ways. It's a continous shift between blank and malevolent stares in a day, that's all the impression you can get. WALL! How inanimate can that be? Beats me.

I am not a saint, of course, but I guess I can opinionate and react to this passionately. I certainly hate people who are idle. By IDLE, I would not include the normal idleness valid of consideration like the usual R and R. How would you explain a person who sleeps 12 hours a day, no job, thinks of abortion as valid (Oh yes, it is a choice but making the right choice is not doing so-and I am immovable on this), finds it an ORDEAL to pick a piece of paper (I ‘m sure she sweats with this) even managing to threaten a somebody who would remind her about fulfilling her would-be tasks. GOODNESS, such indolence! Is she into witchcraft? I ask that to myself and to you out of the fact that she stays with a person who is known to thrive on the exact opposite. A friend of mine feels strongly this is the case. Ever seen of a pair of spiteful eyes with no signs of love?


This is an actual shot of "the entity" in front of her beloved laptop.

She would prefer playing the cyber car race in the laptop totally oblivious that a ready meal for that somebody after a hard day’s work is kindness shown for her stay there, let alone know what time it is already and that things of bigger importance are waiting to be done. Oh yes - some of you who would say PRAY FOR HER, it’s the right thing anyway.

I have to tell you that along with God's grace, I also need Buddha to shed some enlightenment and I need some rescue from our African voodoo masters all together, lol . And who knows, I might even need to ask an ad hoc commitee from the UN to bring her to act, geez. The peace talks in the Middle East may successfully happen in Annapolis but not her moving. It would be too hard, **sigh**. She is a project, a gargantuan task! She is a formidable block to a somebody’s progress, an element capable of destroying what one has started. A lazy ass. A somebody who will and can ask for a 3^rd exercise machine inspite of the reality that the asking will be from a person who needs to pay debts from surmounting garage bills and from purchasing things she would also bask in. By the way, she has got 2 exercise machines already, surprised? So, she knows how to exercise, lol. I am sure this is not daily. NIET! As far as I know, people who exercise ( I usually do) gets so much of the adrenalin rush and manages to think perfectly alright. She has lots of complaints too. Complaints are well deserved if they come from people who move as they rant. People of this category have lots of complaints that you don’t even know which is valid already. She is allergic to the cold weather, hence she can’t apply for a job when she gets outside windy and drizzly flatlands, NL (Goodness Gracious! Ever heard of the parka, wind breaker, jacket, raincoat,umbrella and the like!!!) and claims so much so. I wonder why I was told she still has ice when she drinks. People with allergy to colds would readily have some usual effects pointing out to “allergy to colds”. Hmmm, another of the sloth excuses, lol .

She also has allergy to certain foods, needs to be wet from the rain so she can be sick and thereby, can’t work. She is your most unusual I-need-to-marry- a- rich guy/prince woman. Usual would be women with decisive and dubious leading wayward ways to catch their idea of the right type of guy. This entity however doesn’t even have the initiative to make it happen for her, albeit it isn’t proper. That is how idle brained she is.

This person even managed to say, ”Can I sleep better?” The nerve! As if this entity has been doing something other than sleeping. Hey you, the dishes are waiting to be washed, ASAP. The next time around, do not claim having disposed of the mess on the desktop when the truth is they are stashed away in some box inside the house. How far is the trash from the desktop? I am sure the box you found is so near the desktop-- within a fingertip’s reach, lol. GOODNESS!

THE ART OF CONFESSION

KUMPISALANG BAYAN (KB). Last night was the scheduled mass confession set as preparation for the parishioners in our community for the Advent season. The Tagalog word “kumpisal” means to confess and “bayan”, a collective group of people of a land. Villagers of the parish are all invited and encouraged to participate. Customarily, one from the Catholic flock can do so without actually waiting for this event. This is an opportune time though to most of us.

So there were priests invited to come from different pulpits. They were in all corners and everywhere inside the church, with some , even positioned in the periphery of the church. The goal is to render confession to a wide number of the parish. Hence the name KUMPISALANG BAYAN . We have the option of course to choose among the priests available to hear our sins, venial or otherwise.

I contemplated on the thought to go submit myself under the religious scrutiny of our very own parish priest. The line to him was so short, enticing me more to pick him out among the rest of the holy men. But he knows me! And that‘s a disconcerting thought. And so I optioned myself out from him managing to entertain myself with what is there to observe . And luckily, to seriously ponder on what sins to divulge and keep. I still prefer the protection that the archaic confession box offers. The KB is a vis-to-vis encounter with you and the priest seated next to each other. No glass paneled walls, no doors --none of the partition you would deluxe yourself in.

THE ART OF CONFESSION. A few pensive minutes and I was resolved to see that particular pious man on white cassock situated on the left most corner outside of the church. The line was long and it would take me 10-12 co sinners more of about 15-20 minutes each before my cue. He doesn’t know me and I don’t know him either. Perfect. That was comforting**smiles**. A little (?) bit impatient that I am, I still looked around surveying how long the lines were with the other priests, expectant that theirs were shorter than where I was waiting. Whoa. How many sins can humanity harbor in their hearts? Perhaps, this was also the fit time God conveyed His messianic message to me – "PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE, My daughter". Absolution after absolution, I waited for my time to be roasted. Shall I (a) look straight to his eyes as I give him an inventory of my bad deed/s ;( b) give him a list, bullet type, to tick ; and (c) tell him as it is whilst I avoid the exchange of the usual glances ? Hmm, I ‘d like the last one. My turn came and it was a good 5-7 minutes. That quick? I told you, I STILL am fixed on that sacrosanct refuge, the confession box.

Relieved though, done with what I must do.

My son also had the opportunity to confess. While he was in the process of doing so, I allowed myself to think how famished must these pious men be with all that they had to patiently hear. After my son’s turn, he recounts that the priest managed to grin when he told him one of his sins - that he can be extremely racial, particularly with two races. What particular races ? I knew of this long before and I intend to keep it. I am also, not only partial, but absolutely detesting anything concerning one of those particular races . Another of his funny anecdotes was asking the priest to pardon him for all of the sins he committed that he might have forgotten. Arrgh, son is better than mother. I’d choose to forget my sins. Waaah. KIDDING. But I probably failed to recall everything? Hmm. Ah--I am finished with my confession and I WAS and am heartily sorry for my sins **smiles**. My son was absolved, of course, and was given the proverbial 3 Our Fathers and 3 Hail Marys just like what I was given for penance. I wonder though if the priest was also racial to any or both of these two particular races - why the unexpected grin? God, have mercy on my musings.

All together, the KB was good. I have to be strong enough not to give in to my sometimes ill will to make it till Christmas---and hopefully beyond the yuletide season. Holy? Chaste? Pure? Far from being venerated but reasonably sane enough to know the basic right and wrong- or do I? I really do and constantly trying.

Thank you , Father God, for this opportunity. The last confession was months ago, weeks before the Holy Week. Help me be better. I try to be, all the time.

And as for that one sin I specially kept, I intend to reveal that to another revered man in white who holds confession in a confession box.

KUMPISALANG BAYAN- a wonderful thoroughfare to reminisce and be sincerely contrite with what you have been up to in this mad world.

PROUD TO BE PINOY!

I am a Filipino and I have reasons to be proud of it. Likewise, I have reasons not to be proud of my Filipino heritage. Sans the corruption that the country sows, the Philippines is still a country to behold. Who isn't aware that there are mail order brides proliferating and growing to unbelievable extents and that these things apart from the NBN ZTE deal brouhaha and lootbag for congressmen giveaways exist? And Filipinas using and acting out the "damsel -in -distress technique" to foreign men? I hate it. These are just but a few. I have my own complains and sentiments from the biggest to the smallest of issues. But the Philippines is still the Philippines no matter what upheavals it is currently experiencing, politically and economically at the same time. Personally, I believe it has improved in terms of national security, technology and even business wise. What with the world class beaches that foreigners would always love to explore and return to, the ready smiles, the beautiful women, the BAYANIHAN, the camarederie Pinoys have and the religiosity that still pervades in the corrupt stricken country, ours is a country we can still be very proud of. Our religiosity would always save us from the grief and turmoil all the time. If only a large extent of our population can couple it with sincere pro activeness towards nation building, then our country will move to greater heights. Enough of the nitpicking. We all have ourselves to blame directly and indirectly. I still believe that the Philippines can resurrect to a better one. It's going to be a Herculean task but do-able.


Lea Salonga, The Philippine Madrigal Singers, Patricia Evangelista, Edsa 1, well known doctors and nurses working in Uncle Sam who have either been in direct and indirect contact with the big heads of the US as Clinton as well as other medical health professionals who are exemplary heroes of our nations holding key positions in medical and nursing associations in the US and even in other countries, the ordinary OFW who contribute much to our country,not to mention the moon buggy conceptualizer are just but a few of the many reasons why we can be proud of being Pinoy. We always make our mark known wherever we are. We all know how creative and intellectuals Filipinos can be. To boot, we have our morality almost intact. Let's make this our stronghold.

While the others would label us as 3^rd world and rightfully so, economically, we are first and world class in terms of resilience, patience, hard work, creativity and morality. We always manage to be happy with what is little of what has become after blows and storms in our lives, don’t we? We always emerge to be made of a sterner stuff.

With what happened unfolding right in front of our very eyes in the boob tube three days ago, the staged coup attempt for the 2^nd time by Senator Antonio Trillanes is a clear cry for the Arroyo government to drastically make changes. I may not be an Arroyo fanatic, not one government is perfect, but I am one with the country for economic stability and political peace. And for this I salute President Arroyo for being formidable in all times of crisis. We are a nation with such history in coup attempts. And most of us had become numb about it already. We just want sincerity and clear cut manifestos of true leadership. Moral redemption is always a problem besetting other nations, irregardless if it is a Christian nation or not. Even our country, the Philippines, known to be the only catholic nation in the South East Asia is not free from being tainted with moral dilemmas. Let me say that albeit with this in mind, the Filipinos are still by and large extremely faithful. Prayers can move mountains and I stand by that. Being adamant with what we are good at, we can be better people.

While Senator Trillanes may have serious grievances and sentiments, let no Filipinos be apathetic! May we exercise critical thinking in times like this. He cries reforms but he hasn’t reformed in his style of uniting the Filipino people. Can someone please tell him that staging a coup is passe? "Trillanes, you cannot bring back the most honest, spontaneous ever deserved People Power Revolt in Edsa 1 that we once had. You simply can't because you are not totally honest in serving the nation. Please do not insult the Filipinos' sensibilities. We are just tired of disruptions. We sincerely believe there are better ways. What you did was grandstanding. And you put a lot of innocent civilians and foreigners at risk. You are so pathetic. The end does not justify the means."

An economy struggling to progress will always be hampered by such flimsy deeds.

And some words for the media people . Kudos for the bravery,hey! We are all indebted to you. And you know how much power you have over the viewers and listeners alike. You are one of the most influential people that can help reshape the country. However, you bring in more than news. You even have more than enough commentaries that can affect millions of followers whom basically must be fed with what has just happened. You bring them hot and fresh ( hmm,just like bakers would with pandesal) and that is truly admirable. Please exercise FREEDOM WITH RESPONSIBILITY though. You have to learn to discern just when to put that demarcation line between real news and commentaries. This is a democratic country,alright. But let's not abuse the freedom we all fought for. Get out of the scenario too when there are military operations. Your safety is needed. You don't want to be made as an excuse as well by rebels for their surrender, don't you? Primarily, be rational in all cases. We expect you guys to be more knowledgeable than ordinary tidbit makers.

Still proud to be Pinoy!

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