Bulok na sistema.

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Patagal nang patagal…

pabulok nang pabulok ang sistema sa Pilipinas.

Yung mga gustong maghanapbuhay,

pinapahirapan sa requirements.

Pinapahirapan sa buwis.

Pinapahirapan sa penalties.

Kapag nagkulang ka — kulong.

Kapag na-late ka — may multa.

Kapag nalugi ka — problema mo ‘yan.

Samantalang may mga tambay na may ayuda.

May sustento.

Hindi pagod.

Hindi puyat.

Hindi ko sinasabing masama ang tumulong sa mahihirap.

Kailangan ‘yan.

Pero sana…

huwag namang parang kasalanan ang magsikap.

Ang maliliit na negosyante —

hindi kriminal.

Hindi kalaban ng gobyerno.

Hindi kalaban ng bayan.

Kami ang nagbibigay trabaho.

Kami ang nagbabayad ng renta.

Kami ang bumubuhay ng pamilya.

Kami ang nagbabayad ng buwis kahit masakit.

Dugo at pawis ang puhunan namin.

Hindi ayuda.

Kung may dapat tulungan,

‘yung mga lumalaban din sana pataas.

Hindi lang ayuda ang kailangan ng negosyante —

kundi gabay, malinaw na sistema,

at patas na pagpapatupad ng batas.

Hindi kami umaasa sa libre.

Ang gusto lang namin:

huwag pahirapan ang gustong umasenso.

Sa dulo, hindi kami titigil.

Kahit pabulok ang sistema,

lalaban pa rin kami ng patas.

#Negosyante

#SME

#RealTalk

#LumabanNgPatas

#entrepreneurlife

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Sinaing 

Bigas 2 1/2 small cup

Tubig 4 cup sa level ng saingan

Result: need konti pang tubig.

Gerttude Belle Elion

In 1937, a 19-year-old woman graduated summa cum laude in chemistry.

She applied to 15 graduate schools.

Not one offered her funding.

She was told laboratories didn’t hire women.

She was told there was no place for her.

She never earned a PhD.

She went on to win a Nobel Prize and help save millions of lives.

Her name was Gertrude Belle Elion.

And the world almost never heard of her.

Gertrude was born in 1918 in New York City, the daughter of Jewish immigrants. Her father had worked his way through dental school. Her mother ran the home. They lived modestly, connected to her father’s dental office.

She was brilliant from the start.

She skipped two grades.

Graduated high school at fifteen.

Loved learning with a kind of hunger that never turned off.

Then, when she was fifteen, her grandfather died of stomach cancer.

She watched him suffer.

She watched doctors try — and fail.

She watched someone she loved disappear while science stood helpless.

That was the moment everything changed.

“I decided that nobody should suffer that much,” she later said.

That decision would shape her entire life.

She enrolled at Hunter College — one of the only free colleges available to women at the time. Her family had lost their savings in the Great Depression. Free tuition was the only reason she could go.

She majored in chemistry with one goal: find a cure for cancer.

In 1937, at nineteen years old, she graduated at the top of her class.

And then reality hit.

It was the middle of the Great Depression. Jobs were scarce. Laboratory positions were nearly impossible to get — especially for women.

She applied to fifteen graduate programs hoping for a fellowship.

Fifteen rejections.

No funding.

No encouragement.

No doors open.

So she adapted.

She went to secretarial school.

Took temporary teaching jobs.

Worked unpaid in labs just to gain experience.

Earned twenty dollars a week.

She attended graduate classes at night while teaching high school during the day. She was often the only woman in the room.

In 1941, she earned her Master’s degree in chemistry.

But she still wasn’t “qualified enough” in the eyes of many institutions.

In 1944, she accepted a job at Burroughs Wellcome as a laboratory assistant to biochemist George Hitchings.

It changed everything.

Hitchings saw what others didn’t.

Gertrude wasn’t just capable.

She was extraordinary.

Together, they pioneered something revolutionary: rational drug design.

At the time, most medicines were developed by trial and error. Scientists would test compounds and hope something worked.

Elion and Hitchings did something different.

They studied diseases at the molecular level.

They examined how cells reproduced.

They designed drugs to target diseased cells without harming healthy ones.

Precision, not guesswork.

In 1950, Gertrude helped develop 6-mercaptopurine — the first drug effective against childhood leukemia.

Before that drug, a leukemia diagnosis was a death sentence.

Children died within months.

After it?

Children began going into remission.

They began surviving.

They began growing up.

But she didn’t stop there.

She helped develop azathioprine — the first effective immunosuppressant that made organ transplants possible. Before that, the body rejected new organs almost every time.

Suddenly, kidney transplants worked.

Heart transplants became viable.

Lives were extended by decades.

Then came acyclovir — one of the first targeted antiviral drugs, effective against herpes viruses and shingles. It changed how doctors treated viral infections forever.

Her work also laid the groundwork for AZT, the first major treatment for HIV/AIDS during the crisis of the 1980s.

And here’s the part that almost feels impossible:

She did all of this without a PhD.

She had once enrolled in doctoral studies, attending night classes while working full days in the lab. But when the university demanded she quit her job to attend full-time, she faced a choice.

The degree.

Or the research.

She chose the lab.

She never finished her doctorate.

In 1988, at age seventy, Gertrude Elion received the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine.

The very world that had once shut its doors to her now stood and applauded.

She became one of the very few Nobel laureates in science without a PhD.

Later, the same institutions that once overlooked her awarded her honorary doctorates.

Over her career, she held more than 45 patents.

Published extensively.

Mentored young scientists — especially women.

Served on advisory boards for cancer research and global health.

When asked about credit, she once said:

“It’s amazing how much you can accomplish when you don’t care who gets the credit.”

She never married after losing her fiancé to a heart infection years earlier — another illness medicine couldn’t yet treat. She poured her energy into science, into students, into saving lives.

On February 21, 1999, Gertrude Belle Elion died at age 81.

By then, the drugs she helped create had saved millions.

Children who once would have died grew up.

Transplant patients lived long lives.

Viral infections became manageable.

HIV patients survived.

Her legacy isn’t just the medicines.

It’s the method.

Before her, drug discovery was often luck.

After her, it became precision science.

Every modern targeted cancer therapy.

Every carefully designed antiviral.

Every drug engineered to hit a specific molecular target —

They all trace back to the path she helped carve.

She was told “no” fifteen times.

She was told labs didn’t hire women.

She was told she didn’t have the right credentials.

She never stopped anyway.

And because she didn’t…

Millions of people got to keep living.

#fblifestyle

Dual sss pension.

Dual Pension Eligibility

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 Quick Answer

   You can receive BOTH. A member is entitled to receive their own RETIREMENT Pension while simultaneously receiving a SURVIVORSHIP Pension as a surviving spouse. These are two distinct benefits based on different sets of contributions and different legal grounds.

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Basis: SSS Rules and RA 8282 / RA 11199

   Under the Social Security Act of 2018, retirement and death are treated as separate contingencies.

   * RETIREMENT Benefit is Earned by the member through their own contributions and reaching the age/tenure requirements.

   * SURVIVORSHIP (Death) Benefit is Earned by the deceased spouse and passed to the legal beneficiary (the survivor).

   * The "No Double Recovery" Rule is the rule generally applies to the same contingency (e.g., you can't get SSS Disability and SSS Retirement for the same period), but it does not apply to benefits originating from different members’ records.

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Application of Basis to Facts

   In this case, we are looking at two different "pools" of money:

   * Member's Pool: The member paid into the system, so he/she is entitled to their Retirement Pension.

   * The Deceased’s Pool: Their spouse paid into the system, and as the legal spouse, the law designates them as the primary beneficiary of their Survivorship Pension.

   Since the source of the funds and the reason for the payment (Old Age vs. Death) are different, they do not cancel each other out.

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Conclusion

   The someone who CLAIMED a person cannot have both is INCORRECT. A person may legally collect both checks every month. The only common restriction is that if a person remarry or enter a common-law relationship, that person will lose the Survivorship portion, but his/her own Retirement Pension will remain theirs for life regardless of their marital status.

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Utang ay dapat bayaran.

Ang pag-utang hindi masama kung gipit ka,

pero ang hindi pagbabayad kahit may paraan — doon nagkakaproblema ang pagkatao.

Kung may utang ka, unahin mong ayusin kaysa iwasan. Mas nakakahiya ang nagtatago kaysa sa umaamin na nahihirapan pero gumagawa ng paraan.

Makipag-usap nang maayos.

Hindi laging kayang buo agad — pero kayang magbigay ng hulog kung may diskarte at respeto.

Huwag gawing dahilan ang drama.

Lahat may pinagdadaanan, pero hindi ibig sabihin nun puwede mo nang kalimutan ang responsibilidad mo.

Alagaan mo ang pangalan mo.

Ang pera nababawi, pero ang tiwala kapag nasira, mahirap nang buuin ulit.

Kung ayaw mong masingil, huwag umutang.

Pagsisisi

“Si Biyanan pala akala ko si Mister ang kagalaw ko”

Magandang araw sa lahat. Sumulat ako upang humingi ng payo. Itago niyo na lang ako sa pangalang Karen.

Isinusulat ko ito dahil hindi ko na alam kung kanino ako lalapit. Hindi ito para humingi ng simpatiya, nais ko na ibahagi ang lahat at ang pagkakamali ko at sana ay huwag naman ako husgahan, natukso lang ako at nakulang, pero ngayon, bumawi na ako,

Ganito po yun, Nakatira kami ng asawa ko sa isang bahay kasama ang biyenan kong biyudo, si tatay Cirilo. Isang gabi, umuwi akong may tama ng alak. Hindi naman ako ganap na lasing, sapat lang para medyo bumagal ang reflexes ko at lumabo ang paningin. Pag-uwi ko, patay ang lahat ng ilaw sa bahay. Tahimik ang paligid, isang normal na gabi o akala ko.

Magkatabi lang ang kuwarto namin ng asawa ko at ang kuwarto ni tatay Cirilo. Sa dilim at sa pagkahilo, pumasok ako sa maling pinto. Pumasok ako sa silid ng biyenan ko.

Sa simula, hindi ko agad namalayan. Pero ang mas mahirap tanggapin ay hindi lang ang maling silid na napasukan ko, kundi ang katotohanang hindi ko agad nagawang pigilan ang sarili ko. Sa gitna ng dilim, naging mapusok ako. Ang akala ko ay asawa ko ang kasama ko dahil wala akong narinig na reklamo o pagtanggi; sa halip ay tila naging palaban din siya.

Ngunit habang tumatagal, may napansin akong kakaiba. Iba ang amoy ng balat niya, at iba ang paraan ng kanyang pagkilos. Nang makapa ko ang kanyang buhok at maramdaman ang gaspang ng kanyang balat, doon ko napagtanto: si tatay Cirilo ang kapiling ko.

Ang pinakamalaking pagkakasala ko? Sa kabila ng pagkagulat, hindi ako agad huminto. Dala ng in*t ng katawan at ng kalituhan, tinuloy ko pa rin ang sandaling iyon. Ramdam ko ang kanyang matagal nang pangungulila, at sa pagkakataong iyon, naging bahagi ako ng isang pagkakamaling hindi ko na mabubura.

Pagkatapos noon, dahan-dahan akong lumabas, uminom ng tubig, at pumasok sa tunay naming kuwarto. Hindi ako nakatulog. Kinakain ako ng konsensya.

Kinaumagahan, parang walang nangyari. 

Nakikipag-usap si tatay Cirilo na tila normal ang lahat, pero hindi ako mapakali. Tuwing kakausapin ko ang asawa ko, pakiramdam ko ay isa akong malaking kasinungalingan. Tuwing makikita ko ang biyenan ko, nararamdaman ko ang bigat ng lihim na kaming dalawa lang ang nakakaalam.

Kaya ako sumusulat ngayon. Hindi ko alam kung dapat ba akong umamin o manahimik na lang. May bahagi sa isip ko na nagsasabing aksidente lang ang lahat, na bunga lang ito ng alak at dilim. Pero may mas malakas na boses na nagsasabing ang kapabayaan ko ay hindi kailanman magiging inosente. Hindi ko binuksan ang ilaw. Hindi ako nag-ingat.

Iniisip ko ang asawa ko. Mabuti siyang tao at hindi niya deserve ang pagtataksil na ito. Tuwing ngumingiti siya sa akin, pakiramdam ko ay unti-unting nadudurog ang pagkatao ko. Iniisip ko rin si tatay Cirilo, isang biyudo na matagal nang nag-iisa. 

Hindi ko alam kung ano ang nasa isip niya, o kung may balak ba siyang magsabi

Lumipas ang mga araw, at ang akala kong isang beses na aksidente ay tila naging isang madilim na siklo na hindi ko na matakasan. Takot akong mawala ang lahat ang asawa ko, ang respeto ng pamilya, ang buhay na binuo namin. Pero mas natatakot akong mabuhay araw-araw na alam kong isa akong duwag dahil sa pagtatago ng katotohanang ito.

Ngunit ang mas nakakatakot? Ang katotohanang hinahayaan kong maulit ang lahat.

Isang gabi, habang tulog na ang asawa ko, nagising ako para uminom ng tubig. Nadaanan ko ang bukas na pinto ng silid ni tatay Cirilo. Nakita ko siyang nakaupo sa gilid ng kama, nakatingin sa kawalan, tila naghihintay. Sa halip na dumeretso ako sa kusina, tila may sariling isip ang mga paa ko na huminto sa harap ng pinto niya.

Bakit ko ba ito ginagawa? 

Nagsisisi ako, oo. Halos madurog ang puso ko tuwing hahalikan ako ng asawa ko bago siya pumasok sa trabaho. Pero sa tuwing madilim na ang bahay at nararamdaman ko ang presensya ni tatay Cirilo, may ibang klaseng emosyon na namumuo sa akin.

Hindi ko maipaliwanag. Galit ba ito? Pangungulila? O sadyang paghahanap ng atensyon na hindi ko mahanap sa asawa ko dahil sa sobrang pagod niya sa pagtatrabaho?

Pumasok ako sa loob. Walang salitaan. Alam ni tatay Cirilo na hindi ako ang asawa niya, at alam ko ring siya ang biyenan ko. Pero sa gitna ng katahimikan, tila may kasunduan kaming dalawa na ituring itong isang panaginip na walang gisingan. Sa bawat haplos at bawat sandali na magkasama kami, unti-unti kong nararamdaman na hindi na lang ito aksidente. Sinasadya ko na ito.

"Karen," bulong niya sa dilim. Iyon ang unang pagkakataon na binanggit niya ang pangalan ko habang magkasama kami sa k@ma. Doon ako napatigil. Doon pumasok ang matinding takot. Alam niya. Alam na alam niya kung sino ako, at hinahayaan niya rin ako.

Nagtataka ako sa sarili ko. Bakit ko pinapayagang maulit ito? Bakit tila nagiging "comfort zone" ko na ang bawal? 

Kinaumagahan, tinitigan ko ang sarili ko sa salamin. Namamaga ang mga mata ko, hindi dahil sa puyat, kundi dahil sa bigat ng lihim na dala-dala ko. Nakita ko ang asawa ko sa repleksyon, niyakap niya ako mula sa likod.

"Ayos ka lang ba, Karen? Parang ang lalim ng iniisip mo nitong mga nakaraang araw," tanong niya nang may pag-aalala.

Pilit akong ngumiti. "Pagod lang sa gawaing bahay," pagsisinungaling ko.

Habang nakayakap ang asawa ko, nakita ko si tatay Cirilo sa labas ng pinto, naglalakad patungong kusina. Nagtama ang mga paningin namin sa salamin. Walang emosyon ang kanyang mukha, pero ang kanyang mga mata ay tila nagsasabing

, “Alam ko ang totoo, Karen. At alam kong babalik ka ulit.”

Hindi ko na mabilang kung ilang gabi kaming naging bilanggo ng sarili naming sikreto. Isang gabi, sa gitna ng kadiliman ng silid ni tatay Cirilo, tila nawala ang lahat ng ingat ko. 

Ang akala kong mahimbing na tulog ng asawa ko ay isa palang pagkakataon para sa isang masakit na katotohanan.

Biglang bumukas ang ilaw "Karen? Tatay?"

Napatayo ako nang mabilis, nanginginig ang buong katawan habang pilit na tinatakpan ang sarili. Doon sa pintuan, nakatayo ang asawa ko. Ang kanyang mukha ay hindi maipinta—halu-halong gulat, pandidiri, at matinding pait. Wala siyang sinabi kundi isang mahina at nanginginig na utos:

"Lumayas ka. Ngayon din. Huwag na huwag ka nang babalik."

Sa labas ng bahay, sa gitna ng ulan at dilim, lumuhod ako sa harap ng asawa ko. Wala na akong pakialam sa dangal ko. Niyakap ko ang kanyang mga paa habang humihagulgol.

"Patawarin mo ako... hindi ko sinadya... naligaw ako, pero ikaw lang ang mahal ko!" sigaw ko sa gitna ng aking pagsisisi.

Sa loob ng ilang oras na tila walang katapusan, hindi siya kumikibo. Ngunit sa huli, marahil dahil sa lalim ng pinagsamahan namin o sa awa na nakita niya sa aking mga mata, dahan-dahan niya akong itinayo. Pinatuloy niya ako, hindi dahil sa ayos na ang lahat, kundi dahil hindi niya rin kayang makita akong tuluyang mawala.

Ngunit ang patawad na iyon ay may kaakibat na malaking trahedya.

 Sa loob ng bahay, narinig namin ang isang mabigat na kalabog mula sa kwarto ni tatay Cirilo.

Doon namin siya natagpuan sa sahig, hawak ang kanyang dibdib at hirap na humihinga. Ang kahihiyan ng pagkakahuli sa amin, ang tingin ng sarili niyang anak na puno ng pandidiri, ang naging huling mitsa. 

Inatake sa puso si tatay Cirilo.siguro sa hiya sa anak,

 Sa kabila ng pagmamadali namin sa ospital, hindi na siya umabot nang buhay.

Ang kanyang pagpanaw ang naging tuldok sa madilim na kabanata ng aming buhay. Kasama niyang nailibing ang lihim na nagmantsa sa aming tahanan.

Lumipas ang mga buwan. Nagpasya kaming lumipat ng tirahan, malayo sa bahay na iyon, 

Hindi naging madali. May mga gabi pa ring nagigising ang asawa ko na malayo ang tingin, at alam kong ang sugat na nilikha ko ay hindi kailanman ganap na maghihilom.

 Pero pinili naming magsimula muli. Sa aming bagong buhay, wala nang mga patay na ilaw. Lagi naming sinisiguro na maliwanag ang bawat sulok ng aming bahay, at mas maliwanag ang komunikasyon naming dalawa.

Natutunan ko na ang kapatawaran ay hindi nangangahulugang makakalimot ka, kundi pagpili na bumangon sa kabila ng dumi ng nakaraan. 

Kasama ng aking asawa, pilit naming binubuo ang mga pirasong nadurog, habang baon ang aral na ang bawat aking pagkakamali at nagsisi na hindi na muling uulit pa,

Naging masaya kami ng asawa ko, at dahil malayo sa work nya ang bahay, may kapitbahay kami na si lolo diego ang tawag nila, doon ako hinahabilin ng asawa,, 

Hindi naman literal na bantay, siguro, para may magbalita lang sa kanya na okey lang ako,

Okey naman ako, lalo kapag wala ang asawa ko, libang ako kapag kasama ko si lolo diego, marami syang kuwento noong panahon nila,

Yun lang po at sana magtuloy tuloy na ang magandang pagsasama namin ng asawa ko at nagsisi po ako sa aking nagawang mga pagkakamali, 

Salamat po at advice naman kung paano ako makakaiwas sa mga ganun gawin?

#kuwentongmasarap #confessions #confessionstories

Fix first

DepEd Philippines, READ THIS COMMENT. RESPECTFULLY, PRIORITZE THIS IN YOUR REFORM AGENDA.

Buried in the comments of my previous post - about fixing the classroom first before even thinking about making the calendar trimester - is a list that says more about Philippine education than any press release.

Smaller classes. More teachers. More staff. More classrooms. Teacher assistants for Grades 1 to 3. Books and learning materials that actually exist. A student system that works. Fewer seminars. More time to teach. Parents who stay involved. Early grades focused on reading, writing, and basic math. School schedules that respect children.

This is more of a damage report than a wishlist.

Every line points to a system running on overload. Too many students in one room. Too few adults to help. Too little space. Too few tools. Too much paperwork. Too little teaching.

This is what policy keeps skipping.

While offices probably debate trimesters, classrooms deal with numbers that do not fit chairs. While memos may talk about “strategic shifts,” teachers talk about missing books, broken systems, and days eaten by reports and seminars that never reach the classroom.

That comment does not ask for slogans. All it asks is better condition for teachers and learners.

You cannot speed up a class that is already drowning. You cannot compress learning when basic reading and math are still shaky. You cannot demand better results from teachers while giving them larger loads and shorter deadlines.

A trimester system does nothing for any of the problems listed in that comment. It does not reduce class size. It does not hire teachers. It does not build rooms. It does not produce books. It does not fix broken systems. It only changes the calendar.

That is why this comment, among many other comments, matters. It stays where learning actually happens. Inside the room. At the desk. On the chair that may or may not exist.

If DepEd wants a real reform plan, it is already written. It is in that comment. And all the comments under that post.  

Fix class size. Fix staffing. Fix space. Fix materials. Fix systems. Fix time for teaching.

Do that first. Everything else is performance.

Thank you, teacher Esie Castro.

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 ₱𝟓𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐨

₱50,000 a month sounds like you’ve “made it.” Upper-middle. Comfortable. Safe. Or so we’re told.

But the payslip tells a different story.

Before you even touch your money, the system does. Mandatory contributions and income tax quietly carve out ₱7,008 every month. No consent. No negotiation. Just compliance. What’s left? ₱42,992, your so-called take-home pay.

Now let’s reality-check that number: 

🎯 Rent or housing amortization.

🎯 Electricity, water, internet.

🎯 Transportation.

🎯 Food that keeps getting smaller and more expensive.

🎯 Healthcare (ironically, despite PhilHealth).

🎯 Family support, because in the Philippines, one salary rarely feeds one person.

Suddenly, ₱42,992 doesn’t look like “comfortable.” It looks fragile.

Supporters will say: “That’s the price of nation-building.” Fair enough. 

But here’s the uncomfortable follow-up: 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬?

🚫 Public transport is still broken.

🚫 Hospitals are overcrowded.

🚫 Flood control projects unfinished, or worse, nonexistent after the ribbon-cutting.

🚫 And corruption cases that drag on longer than the daily commute.

Working Filipinos don’t just pay taxes; we prepay hope. 

👉 Hope that roads improve. 

👉 Hope that healthcare works when we need it. 

👉 Hope that the next deduction finally translates into dignity.

Yet every month, the same question quietly echoes in millions of households: “𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚?”

This isn’t about refusing to pay taxes. It’s about demanding accountability. Because taxation without visible results isn’t patriotism; it’s attrition.

The Filipino worker isn’t asking to be rich. Just to breathe. To save. To live without one emergency away from collapse.

So let’s ask the question that really matters, without sugarcoating, without spin:

𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 ‘𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞’ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲’𝐬 𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰?

#PoliticsPH #WorkingFilipino #TaxReality #SahodVsGastos

#MiddleClassStruggle #WhereDoOurTaxesGo #AccountabilityNow

02152026 sun nakadumi nahihilo si mama

Php12 pandesal

Punta sm bacoor grocery

Php100 kawang gawa

Php7853.18 grocery

Php756.43 pepper lunch

Php171 starbucks

Php281 pepper lunch

Php500 tokyo tokyo.

Proverbs 22:6

A TALE OF TWO GEN Zs

A Cup of Joe VS. A Glass of Booze

Do not judge the book by its cover. Sure!

But when the qualities of a man is unclear to you, simply look at his actions or his friends.

08 FEB 2026 | SUNDAY | PAST MIDNIGHT

Kingston Cheng, 23, a young entrepreneur and a violin prodigy, was walking on the way home. He owns The Mill, my go-to pastry and coffee shop in Ayala Mall, Cebu.

Sean Pajarillo, 21, a party animal and drunk, was also rushing on the way home. Driving at high speed, Sean first struck a parked car but immediately fled the scene. While accelerating, he ended up hitting Kingston, who was thrown against a utility post from the impact. Sean continued driving recklessly until he lost control and eventually crashed his vehicle. He even ran away in a police chase trying to escape.

Kingston died with severe injuries. Sean was placed under hospital arrest.

He failed to present a driver’s license and vehicle documents.

A Cup of Joe VS. A Glass of Booze

Discipline & Upbringing make the difference

BEHAVIOR is the MIRROR of UPBRINGING

Entitlement Mentality—Given Special Treatment

Lack of Empathy—Showing No Concern or Remorse

Dishonesty—Frequent Lying & Hiding of Wrong Doing

Poor Manners—Intimidating Personality or Disruptive Behavior

Disrespect to Authority—Ignoring Instructions & Talking Back

Inability to Handle Failure—Blaming Others & Throwing Tantrums

Irresponsibility—Refusing Ownership of Tasks & Consequences

Children learn what is tolerated, not what is said.

They might listen to our words, but they watch our actions.

Society reflects what homes allow because families shape who a person becomes.

Their Upbringing often reflects their values, habits, mindset, and how they treat others, how they resolve conflicts and how they handle responsibility.

Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.

PROVERBS 22:6

Responsible Parents Breeds Responsible Adults.

JOHN DELFINO

#JusticeForKingston

Last clear chance.

ALAM BA NINYO NA MAY DOCTRINE OF "LAST CLEAR CHANCE" PO TAYO? 🤔

Ang ibig sabihin po nito, kahit ang naunang nagkasala po ay ang kabilang partido; 🤔

Kapag kayo po ang nagkaraoon ng huling pagkakataong makaiwas sa isang sakuna o gulo; 🤔

Ngunit pinili niyo paring huwag iwasan ito, at sinadya mo pang magkaroon talaga ng sakuna o gulo; 🤔

Mananagot parin po sa batas kayo. 🤔

At ang isang magandang halimbawa po ng doktrinang ito, ay ang nagviral na video ng banggaang ito. 🤔

Dahil napakalinaw po na ang naunang nagkasala dito ay ang nagmomotorsikolo, dahil nagcacounterflow po talaga ito. 🤔

Ngunit sa bagal po ng takbo ng Fortuner na nakasalubong nito, siya po ang may last clear chance na iwasan nalang sana ang aksidente dito. 🫡

Ngunit maliwanag po sa nakuhang video, na mas pinili pa po nitong huwag umiwas sa motorsiklo, at sinadya pa po nitong ipitin at pinahan ito. 🤔

At dahil po sa ginawa niyang ito, ang driver ng Fortuner pa po ang makakasuhan ng reckless imprudence resulting to physical injuries at damage to property sa nangyaring ito. 🤔

At dahil considered rin po as reckless driving ito, posible rin pong matanggalan ng lisensiya ang nasabing driver na ito. 🤔

Kaya inuulit ko po ang payo ko sa mga motorista sainyo. 🤔

Iwasan po nating dalhin ang ating galit at init ng ulo sa kalsada at sa pagmamaneho. 🤔

Dahil karaniwang ikapapahamak lang po natin ito. 🤔

Bagkus, kung mainit po talaga ang dugo ninyo sa mga kamoteng nagmomotor at nagmamaneho; 🤔

Magpalagay nalang po kayo ng dashram sa mga sasakyan ninyo. 🤔

At i-report po ninyo sa social media pages ng LTO, ang bawat kamoteng driver na makukuhanan po ninyo ng video. 🤔

Mag ingat po lagi tayo, alang alang po sa mga naghihintay sainyo sa pamamahay ninyo. 🫡

#attyg 

#transportationlaw

#lastclearchance 

#photocredittotherightfulowner

Hit and run.

🚨 HIT-AND-RUN. FIVE DAYS IN “HOSPITAL ARREST.” ₱72,000 BAIL.

Sean Andrew Pajarillo has posted ₱72,000 bail after being charged with reckless imprudence resulting in homicide in connection with the death of Kingston Ralph Ko Cheng.

This after five days in what was described as “hospital arrest.”

And the question remains: who authorized that arrangement?

Where is the medical certification stating that he was in a grave or life-threatening condition that required hospital confinement instead of regular custodial detention — in a police station detention cell!

Because let’s be clear.

There is no such thing in our rules as a special class of “hospital arrest” as a privilege.

⸻

🏥 What is hospital confinement under custody?

Under Philippine procedure, a detained person may be confined in a hospital only if medically necessary, and even then:

 • There must be proper medical certification;

 • Law enforcement retains custody;

 • Court supervision applies once the case is filed.

Hospital confinement is not a comfort arrangement. It is not a discretionary option. It must be justified by medical necessity — not convenience.

If there was no serious medical condition, then what justified five days outside standard detention?

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💰 Now, about the ₱72,000 bail.

Bail is governed by Rule 114 of the Rules of Criminal Procedure.

The court determines bail based on:

 • The nature of the offense;

 • The penalty prescribed by law;

 • The strength of the evidence;

 • The probability of flight;

 • The financial capacity of the accused.

For reckless imprudence resulting in homicide under Article 365 of the Revised Penal Code, the penalty varies depending on the degree of negligence and the resulting harm. Courts refer to the Supreme Court’s Bail Bond Guide to determine the recommended bail amount based on the imposable penalty range.

So legally speaking, ₱72,000 may fall within the standard recommended schedule.

But here is the difficult truth.

A young life was lost.

A family is grieving.

A city is shaken.

And provisional liberty costs ₱72,000.

Let us be clear:

Bail is not acquittal.

Bail is not innocence.

Bail is not absolution.

It is a constitutional right — because the offense is bailable.

But constitutional rights must operate equally.

If this had been an ordinary driver, without resources, without access, without influence — would the treatment have been the same?

That is the question that lingers.

This is not about vengeance.

This is about equal protection of the law.

Justice must not appear selective.

Another #RegalPOV

📸Sunstar Cebu

This is why I feel so strongly about using correct legal language and following proper procedure; because this is what the price of failure looks like. ₱72,000.

Article 365 of the Revised Penal Code may technically apply, but it is the wrong charge, or at the very least, an incomplete one. We already have a dedicated law for drunk driving. Republic Act 10586. And it’s very specific—signed into law precisely to address and prevent situations just like this.

Here’s why it matters. 

Under RA 10586, when you kill someone while driving drunk, it’s treated like intentional homicide: 12 to 20 years in prison, plus fines up to half a million pesos.

When you’re charged under Article 365 (reckless imprudence), you face 6 months to 6 years. And you can post as little as ₱72,000 bail

.

That’s the price difference between accountability and escape velocity.

I’m not a lawyer, but I’m guessing the most probable reason they cannot charge him under RA 10586 is because the alcohol test was conducted 18 hours after the incident. By then, the evidence was metabolized. Gone.

So despite videos suggesting intoxication, the charge was downgraded. Interestingly, the LTO is still pursuing RA 10586 violations administratively—pushing for a lifetime license ban based on witness accounts and video evidence. Which proves the law can be applied even without that blood test. But criminally? They took the softer route.

I’m only speculating here, but if there’s a lawyer out there who sees a way to still apply RA 10586 criminally despite the lack of a blood alcohol test, now would be a good time to make some noise in the comments.

A young man is dead. A family is shattered. A country is asking questions. And we deserve answers.

And I will keep making noise until we get there, because it matters. It matters to the family of Kingston. It matters to the city of Cebu. It matters to every Filipino who believes the law may one day be the only thing between you and being another victim.

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3rd day warm water with honey and salt.

Di pa nakadumi si mama

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Cleanliness is the way of life

In Japan.

Walang ipon bakit?

❗️3 dahilan kung bakit wala ka pa ring ipon

kahit mataas naman ang sahod mo❗️

Maraming tao ang nalilito dito.

“Okay naman sahod ko ah…

pero bakit parang

wala pa rin akong ipon?”

Hindi ka nag-iisa sa tanong na yan.

Maraming kumikita,

pero pare-pareho ang reklamo.

Ito yung 3 madalas na dahilan.

Una, lifestyle ang sumabay sa sahod.

Hindi ka yumaman.

Mas gumastos ka lang.

Nung maliit pa ang sahod,

Napagkakasya pa.

Nung lumaki,

sumabay ang kain,

gamit,

luho.

Hindi dahil maluho ka.

Kundi dahil sanay ka na lang

na kapag may extra,

ginagastos.

Pangalawa, huli ang ipon.

Bills muna.

Gastos muna.

Kung may matira, 

mapupunta sa ipon.

Ang problema,

madalas walang natitira.

Kaya buwan-buwan,

pareho ang eksena.

May kita,

pero walang naiipon.

Pangatlo, iisa lang ang pinagkukunan ng pera.

Sweldo lang.

Trabaho lang.

Isang problema lang sa trabaho,

butas agad ang bulsa.

Kapag na-delay ang sahod,

kapag nagkasakit,

kapag napagod ka na.

sabog lahat.

Hindi sahod ang problema.

Kung paano mo ginagamit ang pera.

At yan ang magandang balita.

Kasi yan ang kaya mong ayusin.

Hindi bukas.

Hindi kapag mas malaki na ang sahod.

Kundi habang may oras ka pa 👊👊👊

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Go to Max SM bacoor treat ni pogi.

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Be an instrument of justice.

Balita ngayon na napalaya na ang driver ng kotse na nakabangga sa estudyanteng nahulog mula sa LRT. Ayon sa ulat, nagbigay daw ng affidavit ang pamilya na hindi sila magsasampa ng kaso, kaya pinakawalan ang driver.

Ngayon ang tanong. Kailangan ba talaga ang affidavit ng pamilya para makalaya ang driver? Kapag ba walang ganun, dapat ba nakakulong pa rin siya?

Ang sagot ay hindi.

Ang kasong reckless imprudence resulting in homicide ay isang PUBLIC CRIME. Ibig sabihin, ang tunay na offended party ay ang State. Ang gobyerno. Hindi nakadepende ang criminal case sa gusto or ayaw ng pamilya. Technically, kahit sabihin pa nila na ayaw nila ng kaso, puwedeng ituloy ng gobyerno kung may ebidensya ng kapabayaan. At baliktad din kahit gusto ng pamilya magsampa, kung walang ebidensya, hindi dapat makasuhan.

Kaya sa batas, ang batayan kung dapat palayain or ikulong ang suspect ay hindi ang affidavit ng pamilya. EVIDENCE ANG BASIS.

Ano ba ang kailangang patunayan sa reckless imprudence? Negligence. May kakulangan ba sa pag-iingat ang driver? Nag-ooverspeed ba? Lasing? Naka-cellphone? Lumabag sa traffic rules?

Yan ang trabaho ng pulis. Alamin kung meron or wala.

Ngayon, may video, may witnesses, nag-imbestiga na sila sa crime scene. Sa puntong iyon, kaya na nilang mag-desisyon batay sa facts. Hindi nila kailangang hintayin ang affidavit ng pamilya bago malaman kung may negligence or wala. Kung base sa ebidensya ay malinaw na walang negligence, dapat pakawalan agad. Hindi na dapat hintayin ang affidavit ng pamilya.

Sa madaling salita, hindi pamilya ang nasusunod sa criminal case. Ebidensya ang nasusunod.

Ang problema lang, minsan natatakot ang mga pulis na sila ang mabalikan. Baka pakawalan nila tapos may may krimen pala, sila ang mananagot. Kaya minsan, mas komportable silang may basbas muna ng pamilya. Praktikal na mindset.  

Naiintindihan ko yan. Promise. Pero para sa akin, hindi iyon ang tamang approach.

Ang mandate nila ay mag-investigate at gamitin ang kanilang sariling judgment. Hindi dapat ipinapasa sa pamilya ang desisyon kung may kaso o wala.  

Kaya sa mga pulis na kasama natin sa pagpapatupad ng batas, eto lang ang masasabi ko. Nasa inyo ang kapangyarihan na mag-investigate. Nasa inyo ang authority to gather evidence. Kung base sa findings ninyo ay may kasalanan, kasuhan.  

Pero kung malinaw na walang krimen, dapat pakawalan agad. Wag na maghintay ng basbas ng complainant. Gamitin ninyo ang discretion na ibinigay sa inyo ng batas. Huwag laging takot na baka mabalikan. Huwag laging ipinapasa ang desisyon sa prosecutor or sa hukom. Because at the end of the day, ang habol natin dito ay justice.  

And you are instruments of justice.

Photo credits: Bombo Radyo Pilipinas

Ang batas ay dapat naghahanap ng taong walang kasalanan.

Viral ngayon ang balita tungkol sa estudyanteng tumalon mula sa LRT. Pagbagsak niya sa kalsada, tinamaan siya ng sasakyan at nakaladkad pa. Patay ang estudyante. Ngayon, ang driver ng kotse, kakasuhan daw ng reckless imprudence resulting in homicide. 

Tama ba yon?

Batas muna tayo. Para maging guilty ng reckless imprudence, ang kailangan ay negligence. Ibig sabihin, may kakulangan sa pag-iingat. May ginawa ang driver na hindi gagawin ng isang maingat na tao. Reckless nga, di ba? Overspeed ba siya? Lasing ba? Naka-cellphone? Lumabag ba sa traffic rules?

Doon sa video na kumakalat, mukhang hindi naman. Ang nangyari, biglang may katawang nahulog mula sa itaas at bumagsak sa harap niya. Kung wala oras mag-react, walang warning, at walang realistic chance umiwas, nasaan ang recklessness doon? 

Wala.

Ngayon, bakit kakasuhan pa rin? Ganito kasi ang reality. Ang pulis, hindi sila ang magdedesisyon kung may krimen. Trabaho nila mag-imbestiga at iharap ang facts. Ang prosecutor ang magdedetermine kung may probable cause, at ang judge ang magpapasya kung may liability. At kadalasan, lalo na kapag may namatay, ang mga pulis, they err on the side of caution. Ang mindset nila is i-file na lang at ipaubaya na sa prosecutor at judge ang desisyon. 

Legal yan. And, to a point, practical din. Kasi, kung may krimen talagang nangyari at hindi nila kinasuhan ang suspect, neglect of duty yun. Pwedeng sila ang makakasuhan. 

Pero eto ha. HINDI SILA REQUIRED MAG-FILE. 

May discretion sila. Kung sa una pa lang malinaw na walang kapabayaan, kung malinaw na ang driver ay nadamay lang sa isang tragedy na hindi niya kontrolado, pwede nilang sabihing walang kaso. 

Dito sa sitwasyong ito, para sa akin malinaw. Walang negligence. Walang recklessness. Isang taong nagmamaneho ang biglang nabagsakan ng trahedya. Sa totoo lang, biktima rin siya.

Dapat may lakas ng loob ang mga pulis gamitin ang discretion nila. Hindi dapat laging takot na baka mabalikan. Kasi tandaan natin, ang batas hindi naghahanap ng taong masisisi. Ang batas naghahanap ng taong may kasalanan. At kung walang kasalanan, walang dapat kasuhan.

Photo credits: Motorista News

Pinagbintang

PINAGBINTANGAN ANG NANAY KO NA SIYA ANG KUMUHA NG 10,000 SA KASAL NG PINSAN NAMIN PERO NUNG NALAMAN KO ANG TOTOO N4SUNTOK KO SA BUNGANGA ANG TITA KO...

Ako po si Kwinay, 23 years old, nag-aaral palang sa College.

Hanggang ngayon hindi ko makalimutan ang nangyari sa wedding ng pinsan ko nung December.

This happened sa kasal ng pinsan ko sa isang event place sa Antipolo. Hindi ito simpleng handaan, bongga siya at maraming bisita.

Ininvite kami ng pinsan ko, gusto kasi nila tumulong si Mama sa kasal.

Okay lang naman, hindi nagreklamo si Mama dahil nung kasal daw nila ni Papa e tumulong din sila noon.

Maganda yung wedding at maayos yung buong program. Yung outfit ni Mama simple dress lang na binili niya sa palengke pero plantsado nang maayos.

Nandoon lang siya sa gilid, nakangiti, proud sa pamangkin niya. Tumutulong din mag-ayos sa table.

After ng wedding program, habang nag-aayos ng gifts sa bridal room, biglang may commotion. May nawawalang 10,000 pesos.

Hindi pa malinaw kung saan galing, kanino, paano nawala. Ang alam lang, may sobre na inilapag muna sa table habang inaayos ang envelope box.

Then biglang may nagsabi…

“Siya ang huling lumabas dito.” (sabay turo kay Mama)

Boses ni Tita Krys.

Sister-in-law ng Mama ko.

Alam mo yung tono na parang may hawak na CCTV footage kahit wala naman? Ganun.

Si Mama, halatang nagulat.

“Ha? Bakit ko naman kukunin yan.”

Pero imbes na tanungin kung may CCTV ba sa area, kung may ibang pumasok ba, kung may nakakita ba, ang naging suggestion agad ng bride at ng ilang kamag-anak.

“Bayaran na lang o ibalik ang pera para hindi masira ang gabi.”

Excuse me?

So ganun lang? Para ma-save ang aesthetic ng reception, may isang taong kailangang magmukhang magnanakaw?

Tinitigan ko sila isa-isa. Wala ngang ebidensya.

Pero may hatol na.

At syempre, sino ang pinakamadaling ituro?

Yung simpleng nakapalda na hindi branded malamang. Yung walang kotse sa parking. 

Nakita ko si Mama na umupo sa gilid. Nakayuko. Paulit-ulit sinasabi,

 “Kahit kapkapan niyo ako, wala kayong makukuha, dahil hindi ko naman kinuha.”

Alam kong kaya niyang magalit. Pero pinili niyang maging kalmado dahil kasal iyon. Ayaw niyang masabihan na siya pa ang gumawa ng eksena.

Ako? Hindi ako ganun ka-santo.

Dinala ko siya sa labas ng venue. Umupo kami sa may tricycle sa tabi ng gate. Doon siya umiyak. Yung iyak na punong-puno ng hiya at sakit.

Tumulong na nga, pinagbintangan pa.

After almost two hours na nasa labas kami, akala ko kami na ang permanent villain sa family lore, pero may lumapit sa amin.

Si Tita Nikka, kapatid ni Tita Krys.

Mukha siyang kinakain ng konsensya.

Inamin niya na narinig niya mismo kay Tita Krys bago nagkagulo na nagsabing “hihiramin lang muna” ang pera na 10k dahil may emergency daw siyang babayaran. Ibabalik niya rin agad.

Pero hindi na niya naibalik dahil nagka-issue na.

Hindi kinaya ng konsensya ni Tita Nikka kaya nagsalita siya.

Bumalik kami sa loob.

Diretso ako kay Tita Krys. Hindi ako nagpa-drama. Tinanong ko lang siya sa harap ng ilan sa kanila,

“Diba ikaw ang kumuha Tita?”

Una, nag-deny pa siya. Pero nung nabanggit ko na may nakarinig sa kanya, na may witness ako na siya ang kumuha, nagmatapang pa.

 After ilang segundo, inamin din niya.

Oo, siya ang kumuha.

Bigla akong nakaramdam ng init sa tenga. Hindi ko na in-analyze kung tama ba o mali. N4suntok ko siya sa bunganga. Isang solid na sunt()k. Pang-anak na pinagtanggol ang nanay na sunt()k.

Nagkagulo na agad dahil sa ginawa ko. Inawat ako at sinabing tama na.

Pero alam niyo ang mas masakit?

Walang collective apology kay Mama.

Walang nagsabi ng “Nagkamali kami.”

Parang nag-reset lang ang scene at nagpatuloy ang kasal. Pero sa amin, hindi na siya simpleng incident.

Sinabi ko kay Mama na hindi na tayo sasama sa kahit anong okasyon ng mga pinsan namin. Dahil hindi kami default suspect kapag may nawawala.

Nakakatawa no? Sa isang kasal na puno ng vows about love and respect, doon ko nakita kung gaano kabilis mawala ang respeto kapag hindi ka nila ka-level.

Hindi 10,000 ang ninakaw sa amin.

Dignidad ng nanay ko ang muntik nilang ilibing.

At kung may magtanong kung nagsisisi ba ako sa suntok?

Hindi. Proud pa nga ako e.

Pero kung babalikan ang gabi na iyon, mas pipiliin ko pa ring maging anak na marunong manuntok kaysa maging anak na nanonood lang habang binabastos ang nanay niya.

Hindi kami mahirap sa asal.

Mayaman lang kayo sa paghusga.

Cedula sa guro yearly alisin. Holdap yan.

𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗗𝗼 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗣𝗮𝘆 𝗖𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗮 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿?👇

🔶We teach children to count, yet our sacrifices are never counted. We teach values, yet our own value seems overlooked.

🔶Every month, a portion of our salary is quietly taken as tax, before we even touch what we worked so hard for. We accept this as our duty as citizens. We comply. We do not complain. We continue to serve.

⚪And yet, every year, we are asked to line up again and pay for a cedula.

🔶For teachers, this is not just a small fee. It is a reminder. A reminder that even after long hours in overcrowded classrooms, after buying chalk, paper, and sometimes even food for our students from our own pockets, we still have to prove-again-that we exist, that we are “legal,” that we are compliant.

👉We ask, not in anger, but in exhaustion:

Why must we pay again when we already pay every month?

✍️Teachers shape the nation long before leaders ever take their seats. We mold minds, build futures, and carry the weight of society’s hopes in our classrooms. Yet the system often treats us as if our contribution is never enough, as if our sacrifices must be repeated, renewed, and paid for, year after year.

📌𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙡𝙖.

✅𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮.

✅𝙄𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧.

👉All we ask is fairness.

👉All we ask is to be seen.

🔷Because those who educate the nation should not have to keep paying just to be acknowledged.❗

"This image does not represent or reflect the values of the school's employees, students, faculty, and staff."

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Php30 royal 750ml

Php80 curry jing

Kinuha bday gift ng bacoor kay pogi 5kilo bigas sa brgy + raffle stub. Naglakad lang.

Php470 3x paa mang inasal

Php30 2x15 turon

Php460 2X30 RINNAI BIG BRASS BURNER RI-620AG BRAND.

Php23 car labor saving jack ratchet wrench

Php30 pamasahe pogi

Acid reflux

 Alamin muna ang dahilan para mas madaling mahanap ang solusyon sa Acid Reflux.

Sa totoo lang, mas mahalaga ang lifestyle modifications kaysa puro gamot ang iniinom.

Kasi kahit anong gamot pa ang inumin, kung hindi babaguhin ang mga nakasanayan tulad ng pagkain, oras ng tulog, at daily habits, wala rin pagbabago at babalik at babalik din ang sintomas.

Anticipated question:

“Saan po nabibili ang lifestyle modifications?”

Sagot:

Hindi po ito nabibili sa botika, grocery, o online shop. Ito ay ginagawa, hindi binibili.

Kailangan itong isabuhay araw-araw… tamang pagkain, tamang oras ng kain, pag-iwas sa trigger foods, at maayos na tulog.

At kung makulit ka pa rin at tanong nang tanong… “Ambot sa imo, waray pisot!” … yan ang madalas sabihin ng yaya ko kapag makulit at paulit-ulit ang tanong ko. 😄

Constipation

1 cup of warm water not cold nor not hot - wake up your digestive fire

1 teaspoon of raw honey - lubricates your intestine and tonifies your spleen

A small pinch of sea salt - it moves chi downward and clear stagnation

Stir and drinks in empty stomach in the morning.

 Weak spleen chi and intestinal dryness.

02112026 wed nakadumi

Php14 pandesal

Office pogi

Wfh ganda

Php12+30 pamasahe

Gawa fire extinguisher check sheet

Php60 5x12 omeprazole 40mg

Nag rereflux si mama. Nahilo sya.

Php30 pamasahe

Php200 miryenda