Saturday, January 31, 2026

02012026 sun

Php4981 meralco paid
Php1998 globe paid
Php599 globe cp paid

Happy bday insan Arnel.

Punta mercury puregold bacoor
Php60+26+30 pamasahe
Php270 30x9 large egg

Php2520 90x28 trileptal 300mg
Php2500 100x25 depamax tab 500mg
Total = php3801.71.

Php231 4x57.75 immunpro
Php241 120ml bactidol

Namalantsa
Php22396.25 NA-FD95X1BRM panasonic washing machine


Php620 marugame
Php600 delivery fee.

Php300 popcorn
Php200 grab

Php180 papa burger
Php101 pang nood
Php1312tiktok

Sustento ibigay mo na.

Hindi mo pwedeng i-delay ang pag-sustento sa anak! Okey?👌🙄

Lalong lalo na kung ABLE ka namang magbigay. Kumikita ka tapos hindi ka man lang makapagbigay??? 

1. Hindi kasalanan ng bata ang hindi pagkakaunawaan ng magulang.

2. Hindi ka sure kung buhay pa ang anak mo 10 years from now o kung buhay ka pa. So kailan mo balak ibigay??

3. If you do not trust the mother na gagamitin ng maayos ang sustento, isipin mo na lang that she RISKED her life para IPANGANAK ang bata. Tingin mo pababayaan n'ya???

4. Hindi matutumbasan ng pera ang buhay at effort na binibigay ng isang ina. At least man lang you as a father PROVIDES. 

I know not all mothers are responsible, but there are a lot of WAYS to provide for the needs of the child. 'Wag n'yong i-dahilan na "baka gastusin ng nanay"!🤨 Do your part, and let the mother be accountable on her part👊

'Wag kayong masyadong paladesisyon kung kailan n'yo lang feel magbigay😅 Suskupo!

Your child needs you NOW! Pwede mo bang sabihin sa bata... "Ay anak, 'pag 10 years old mo na ikaw mag-gatas a??? Wait mo lang si Tatay"🙄

In-enjoy mo yang moment na yan para mag-create ng bata, IGAPANG mo 'yang pagsu-sustento!

Ginigigil n'yo ako e.

P.S.

Salute to all fathers na iginagapang ang pagSustento sa anak kahit gaano ka-complicated ang sitwasyon at napakahirap ng buhay🫡 Pagsabihan n'yo yang mga lalakeng hindi marunong "magpaka-tatay"👊

📸 Tita Kim



Wala ng rags to richness.

According to One News:

Sinampahan na ng SEC ng kasong kriminal ang Villar Land dahil sa market manipulation, insider trading, at misleading disclosures. Kung natatandaan nyo, natagalan sa pag-submit ng financial statements sa SEC ang Villar Land. Ayaw kasi pirmahan ng external auditor ang report dahil overstated ang land valuation. 

Natanggalan ng license ang appraiser. Kinasuhan pa yata, kung di ako nagkakamali.

Noong nag-submit ng tamang financial statements ang Villar Land, bumagsak ang net worth nito. Hindi na rin si Manny Villar ang richest Filipino, as per Forbes.

Kasama sa kaso ang mag-anak na Villar, kasama ang ibang directors at independent directors.

Ganun din, inakusahan si Camille Villar ng insider trading. Bumili sya ng shares of stock ng kumpanya noong December 2017 bago pa i-release ang corporate disclosure na syang nagpataas ng share price ng company.

Ipapaliwanag ko lang ang ilang punto:

One, OVERSTATED. Ibig sabihin nyan, kung ang talagang halaga lamang ng asset/ari-arian ay piso, ginawang mas mataas pa sa piso ang valuation sa financial statement. Dahil dito, tumaas din ang net worth ng kumpanya. Sa mata ng investors, magandang mag-invest sa kumpanya dahil nga umuunlad ito. Ang hindi nila alam, overstated ang asset. 

At ito ang nadiskubre noong ayaw pirmahan ng external auditor (Is it Punongbayan ba?) ang financial statement para isumite sa SEC. Ang ending, napatawan ng milyong multa ang Villar Land. Natanggalan ng license ung appraiser at kinasuhan na ang pamilya Villar at ilang officers ng kumpanya.

Two, INSIDER TRADING. Bawal yan. Ibig sabihin nyan, meron kang info sa kumpanya na hindi available sa iba kaya nag-desisyon kang bumili o magbenta ng shares of stock. Kapag favorable ung info na nakuha mo sa kumpanya, bibil ka ng maraming shares para kumikitang kabuhayan ka kapag tumaas ang share price.

Kapag naman unfavorable ang info na nakuha mo, mag-dispose ka ng shares mo dahil tiyak na pag pumutok ang balita, bagsak ang share price. Kumbaga, inunahan mo na para hindi ka makasama sa pagkalugi. 

Kaya ipinagbabawal yang insider trading dahil nga clueless ang ibang investors kaya nalulugi sila.

Sa kaso ni Camille, bumili sya ng maraming shares bago pa mailabas ang report ng kumpanya.

Sa stock trading, law of supply and demand pa rin ang umiiral. Kapag marami ang buyer at konti lang ang shares available, tataas ang presyo. Kapag konti ang buyer pero marami ang shares available, bababa ang presyo.

Sa ginawa ni Camille, alam nyang favorable ung report kaya bumili na sya ng maraming shares. Noong inilabas ang report, naging interesado ang maraming investors dahil favorable nga. Eh since nauna syang bumili at a low price, para syang nanalo sa lotto nang hindi naman tumataya.

Isa pang punto, tigilan nyo na yang paniniwala nyong may matinong businessman. WALA. Kaya yumayaman yang mga yan dahil sa kamalasaduhang ginagawa nila na hindi natin alam. 

WALA NANG RAGS TO RICHES NGAYON. BURST THAT BUBBLE. PAG YUMAMAN KA, KORAP KA. UN LANG UN.

Friday, January 30, 2026

01312025 sat

Php30 goto mama
Php30 lumpia sariwa
Php105 3x35 palabok

Ti clarit nagbayad php5k.

Repair sharp washing machine ni sir cris.
Replace dryer motor.
Ayun gumagana na.

Ganda punta Moa
Luto ng pancit at saging prito.

Namalantsa me.

Bobo

Here are 3 signs na bobo ang isang tao.

Hindi dahil kulang sa talino.
Kundi dahil ayaw nang mag-isip.

Marami sa atin matalino on paper.
May diploma.
May experience.
May “potential.”

Pero pagdating sa totoong buhay,
paulit-ulit pa rin ang mali.

Here’s what I’ve observed.

1. Ayaw makinig, pero gustong tama.

Hindi siya curious.
Defensive siya.

Pag may feedback,
personal na inaatake ang ego.

Hindi niya tinatanong,
“What can I learn here?”

Ang tanong niya lagi,
“Bakit kasalanan niyo?”

Smart people listen.
Bobo behavior ang laging may dahilan.

2. Inuulit ang parehong decision, tapos nag-eexpect ng ibang resulta.

Same habits.
Same environment.
Same excuses.

Tapos magtataka kung bakit walang nagbabago.

Hindi ito malas.
Hindi rin ito destiny.

It’s laziness in thinking.

Wisdom adjusts.
Stupidity insists.

3. Ayaw magbago kasi comfortable na sa kwento niya.

Mas mahalaga sa kanya ang image kaysa progress.
Mas okay nang tama sa kwento,
kaysa mali pero umaangat.

Kapit na kapit sa
“Ganito na talaga ako.”

That’s not self-acceptance.
That’s self-abandonment.

Here’s the painful truth I had to face myself:

❌ Intelligence without humility leads to stagnation
❌ Experience without reflection becomes arrogance
✅ Growth always starts with “baka may mali ako”

Hindi ka bobo kung nagkamali ka.
Nagiging bobo ka lang kapag ayaw mo nang matuto.

And the scary part?

Life is very patient.
Hahayaan ka niyang ulitin ang lesson
hanggang magising ka.

#KarlSerrano

01302026 fri

Php14 pandesal

Php10 5x2 sili

Php300 ambag sa patay
Punta sa burol ni manolito de jesus
Php93 shopee lona.
Php60 la bien pamasahe 3x20
Php30 pamasahe
Php120 alfa
Php5 tip

Php331 grab pogi
Php5k luka jersey bili pogi.

Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Malala pala.

Akala niyo traffic lang ang problema? Mas malala pala ang traffic ng pera sa loob! Si "Ghost Rider" na mismo ang umamin: Mula sa "Non-Appearance" registration hanggang sa Medical na hula-hula, negosyo pala ang kaligtasan natin sa kalsada. Kaya pala ang daming kamote drivers, nabibili lang pala ang certificate! 
Sinong naka-experience na ng "Offline" daw pero biglang online pag may padulas? Taas ang kamay (at ang lagay)! 

Admin, paki-tago ng identity ko. Tawagin mo na lang akong "Ghost Rider." Empleyado ako sa isang ahensya na tawagin na lang nating "muLTO" (alam niyo na kung anong office 'to, yung mahilig sa papel na lisensya).
Nabasa ko yung rant nung Health Worker at sobrang naka-relate ako. Kung sila pagod na sa kakulangan ng gamit, kami naman pagod na sa sobrang daming "magic" na nangyayari sa loob.
Gusto ko lang ibuking ang sistema namin para alam ng taumbayan kung bakit ang gulo-gulo sa kalsada at sa opisina namin.
1. "NON-APPEARANCE" IS THE NAME OF THE GAME
Wag na tayong maglokohan. Ang daming nagrerehistro ng sasakyan na "No Show." Ibig sabihin, yung sasakyan nasa bahay, sira-sira, mausok pa sa tambutso ng impyerno, pero sa papel? "PASSED" sa emission testing! Bakit? Kasi may "padulas."
Kaya huwag kayong magtaka kung bakit may mga jeep at truck na bumibiyahe na walang preno o signal light. Rehistrado 'yan sa sistema namin kasi nagbayad ng extra sa "taga-lakad." Ang presyo? Depende kung gaano ka-bulok ang sasakyan mo. Kami sa loob, bawal tumanggi kapag galing sa "taas" ang utos na ipasa 'yan.
2. MEDICAL EXAM NA HULA-HULA
Yung medical clinic sa tabi ng opisina namin? P500 to P600 ang bayad, pero ang check-up wala pang 10 seconds!
"Nakakabasa ka ba?"
"Opo."
"Okay, 20/20 vision. Next!"
Kahit duling ka o malabo mata mo, basta nagbayad ka, pasado ka. Kaya ang daming driver sa kalsada na hindi nakakakita ng road signs eh. Negosyo lang yan, mga boss. Hati-hati na sila diyan.
3. THE "FIXER" ECOSYSTEM
Galit kayo sa fixers sa labas? Eh yung iba diyan, "bata" mismo ng mga nasa loob!
Pag pumila ka nang patas, aabutin ka ng maghapon. Uubusin namin pasensya mo sa "offline system" kuno. Pero pag dumaan ka kay "Kuya Boy" sa labas at nag-abot ka ng 3k hanggang 5k (package deal na yan for license), aba, magic! Wala pang isang oras, tapos ka na. May picture at biometrics ka na agad. VIP ka pa.
Kami sa counter? Wala kaming magawa. Pag inabot na sa amin yung folder na may marka (alam na namin code niyan), kailangan unahin. Kasi pag hindi, kami ang mapapagalitan ng boss namin na may cut dun sa fixer.
4. DRIVING SCHOOL CERTIFICATES FOR SALE
Eto ang pinaka-delikado. TDC (Theoretical) at PDC (Practical) certificates? Nabibili 'yan!
Hindi na kailangan mag-aral mag-drive. Magbayad ka lang sa driving school na ka-kutsaba, bibigyan ka na ng certificate na "Graduate" ka na kuno. Kaya ang daming kamote sa daan! Ang daming nakakahawak ng manibela na hindi alam ang right of way, kasi "binili" lang nila yung lisensya nila through fixer at driving school syndicate.
5. ANG WALANG KAMATAYANG "PAPER LICENSE"
Taon-taon na lang, issue ang plastic card. Ang laki ng budget, ang mahal ng binabayaran ng tao para sa lisensya, tapos ibibigay namin BOND PAPER?!
Tapos sasabihin "wala pang supply." Pero pag nag-check ka sa backdoor, meron naman para sa mga VIP at malakas mag-abot. Nakakahiya mag-issue ng papel na nagmumukhang grocery list lang.
Kaya sa mga motorista, sorry kung masungit kami minsan. Imagine mo, ang trabaho namin ay magpanggap na maayos ang sistema kahit alam naming bulok ito from the inside out. Ang "muLTO," hindi lang sa pangalan... totoong maraming multo dito—ghost employees, ghost transactions, at ghost cars.
Sawa na rin ako. Pero kailangan ko ng trabaho.

01292026 thu punta sa GSIS Pasay and SNR

Php14 pandesal

Php12+30+12 pamasahe

8am pupunta sa GSIS Pasay.

Php39 toll fee

9:00am at GSIS Bldg.
9:17am at cashier paid Php7,174.11 with collection receipt No. 002700172271 under BP (Business Partner) Number: 2001273857
9:28am at GSIS bldg. 
Waiting for certification after full payment of remaining overpayment of  Php7174.11. 
Assist by Sarah Bernardino.
9:38am received the certificate of Full payment for excess pension.
9:40am done of our transaction.






9:43am visit GSIS museum with paintings and picture of GSIS president.
9:50am go to SNR Macapagal

10:38am eating french fries at snr macapagal.

Php39 toll fee

Php293 snr lunch
Php72 snr ffries
Php220 salad

Php269 SNR rotisserie chicken
Php3,281.38 SNR grocery

Great Taste

Great Taste/Presto - Great Bonding Reunion

Reunions highlights the lifelong bonds formed through the years. Describes as a brotherhood that transcends time and distance. These gatherings shared reminisce of old days and the love of the game.

Seating L-R

Onchie dela Cruz 
Allan Caidic 
Vergel Meneses
Atoy Co 
Sonny Cabatu 
Joel Banal 
Cho Sison 
Padim Israel 
Willie Generalao 
Aldo Perez 

Standing L-R 

Al David 
Philip Cezar 
Dennis Abbatuan 
Jimmy Mananasala 
Nonie Robles 
Bong Hawkins 
Gerry Esplana



Tuesday, January 27, 2026

01282026 wed

Php14 pandesal

office pogi
wfh ganda

Php12+30 pamasahe

dami nilabhan

Php30 royal  kasalo 750ml
Php488 lunch manam. Kangkong 220 sisig 265

Php30 pamasahe
Php65 miryenda





Monday, January 26, 2026

3som

“Gusto ni Misis ng 3som”

“Sofia, sigurado ka na ba talaga ?”
Muling tanong ko sa aking asawa habang nakatingin sa kanyang mga mata. Matagal na niyang ipinipilit ang kakaibang hiling na ito, gusto kasi niyang subukan ang tr3som. Alam ko may kasalanan din ako dahil ako ang unang nagbanggit sa kanya ng ganun, pinilit ko sya at kinumbinsya na magiging masaya sya, 

pero nagbago ang isip ko, ayaw ko, kaya hindi ko na inulit, dahil iniisip ko din ang risk, saka subok ko lang naman iyon kung papayag sya, hindi ko naman akalain na gusto nya rin pala ng ganun, Noong una ay mariin akong tumatanggi, ngunit habang tumatagal, tila naging malamig siya sa akin. 

Nagiging masungit siya at hindi ako kinikibo nang walang dahilan. Subalit sa sandaling mabanggit ko ang tungkol sa kanyang hiling, biglang nagliliwanag ang kanyang mukha at sumisigla ang kanyang buong pagkatao.bumabait sa akin at binibigyan pa ako ng pera, 

Doon ko napagtanto na hindi siya titigil hangga’t hindi ito nangyayari.
Ang problema ko ay kung sino ang isasama namin. Ayaw kong kung sino-sino lang baka pagmulan pa ng tsismis sa aming lugar. Ngunit laking gulat ko nang siya na mismo ang nagsabi ng pangalan.

“Si Mang Kardo na lang, mahal,” mungkahi niya habang nakatingin sa malayo.
Napaigtad ako. “Bakit si Mang Kardo? sofia, singkwenta anyos na iyon! Bente-nueve ka pa lang!”

Si Mang Kardo ay isang trabahador sa tunawan ng bakal. Ang kanyang katawan ay singtigas ng metal na kanyang hinuhubog araw-araw, “Gusto ko ng kakaiba, mahal,” mabilis na sagot ni sofia. “Yung brusko, yung madungis... yung bakas ang hirap at lakas ng isang tunay na lalaki.”

Hindi ako makapaniwala. Kinabahan ako para sa kanya. “Kaya mo ba siya? Higante ang taong iyon, baka masaktan ka lang.”

sang nakakalokong ngiti ang sumilay sa kanyang mga labi. “Iyon nga ang nakaka-excite doon... ang malaman kung kakayanin ko siya.”

Kuya jay Nang makausap ko si Mang Kardo, pumayag siya sa isang kondisyon: hinding-hindi ito dapat malaman ng asawa niyang si Aling Marta. Nagtakda kami ng oras sa na aming inuupahan na apartment.

Dumating ang takdang oras. Sobrang tagal naligo ni sofia, tila inihahanda ang sarili sa isang labana, Samantalang ako, hindi mapakali. Ang kaba sa dibdib ko ay parang tambol na mabilis ang pagpalo.

Pagdating namin sa silid, maya-maya pa ay may kumatok. Bumukas ang pinto at galing doon nito si Mang Kardo. Halatang galing pa siya sa trabaho; may mga bahid pa ng uling at dumi ang kanyang damit, at may mga bakas pa ng kalawang ang kanyang magaspang na mga kamay. Amoy bakal at pawis siya, isang amoy na para sa akin ay nakakasuka, pero tila naging mitsa ng napakaganda ng ngiti sa mga mata ni sofia

Agad akong lumapit sa lamesa at dire-diretsong nilagok ang alak na inorder ko. Kailangan ko ito para pampalakas ng loob.

“Kardo, pare... may sabon at tuwalya doon. Maaari ka munang maglinis ng katawan,” mungkahi ko, umaasang kahit paano ay maging presentable siya.
“Huwag na! Mamaya na lang pagkatapos,” mabilis na sabat ni sofia.

Namilog ang mga mata ko. Napalunok ako nang malalim habang tinitingnan ang aking asawa. Bakit siya ganito? Bakit mas gusto niya ang ganung klaseng hitsura ang madungis at tila mabangis na anyo?

Napakunot ang aking noo habang ang puso ko ay parang sasabog sa kaba. Hindi ko na alam kung matutuloy ko pa ba ito. Ngunit huli na ang lahat; lumapit na si Mang Kardo sa higaan at tumabi kay sofia..

Doon ko naitanong sa sarili ko: Handa nga ba talaga ako sa magiging bunga nito?
Kuya jay Nanuyo ang aking lalamunan habang pinagmamasdan silang dalawa. Ang bawat paghinga ni Mang Kardo ay tila nagpapakaba sa akin nang husto, habang si sofia naman ay tila hipnotisado sa presensya ng matandang trabahador. Ang amoy ng bakal at pawis ay humalo sa bango ng pabango ni sofia, na lumikha ng isang kakaibang tensyon sa loob ng maliit na kuwarto.

Ngunit bago pa man lumalim ang makapag umpisa ang dalawa, isang malakas at sunod-sunod na katok sa pintuan namin ang bumasag sa katahimikan ko,
"Tao po! Meralco po ito! May notice po kami last month para sa unit na ito!" sigaw ng isang boses mula sa labas.

Napatigil kaming lahat. Nagkatinginan kaming tatlo. Si sofia nakita ko ang mukha na parang nainis, Ang tensyon na puno ng pagakasabik ay biglang napalitan ng pagka inis.

"Anong Meralco? Akala ko ba ayos ang lahat dito?" tanong ni sofia habang mabilis na tumatayo.

Hindi pa ako nakakalapit sa pinto nang Biglang dumilim ang buong paligid. Namatay ang aircon, ang TV, at ang tanging ilaw na nagbibigay-buhay sa kuwarrto ang de barteryang binili ko sa tiktok ang naging liwanag lang, Sa isang iglap, nabalot kami ng kadiliman sa loob ng bahay,

"P-putol ang kuryente?" tanong ni sofia.

Binuksan ko ang flashlight ng aking cellphone at doon ko nakita ang mukha ni Mang Kardo hindi na siya mukhang brusko o misteryoso sa ilalim ng puting ilaw ng phone. Mukha na lang siyang matandang pagod na gustong umuwi. Ang "dungis" na kanina ay tila gayuma para kay sofia, ay mukhang madungis na lang talaga sa gitna ng init na nagsisimulang mamuo kanila

"Pasensya na, Arnel," kamot-ulong sabi ni Mang Kardo habang tumatayo.baka hindi talaga sang ayon sa gusto ninyo ang pagkakataon, okey lang mang kardo, sabay abot ko ng pera na kasama sa usapan naming, pero hindi nya kinuha, 

nagdahilan na lang sya na , baka hinahanap na rin daw sya ng asawa nya.
Nawala ang lahat ng "excitement." Ang matinding pag-aalala ko kanina ay napalitan ng isang ngiti, na hindi ko alam kung bakit, pero isa lang ang tumakbo sa isip ko, hindi natuloy ang balak ni sofia, habang si sofia naman ay napaupo na lang sa gilid ng kama, halatang dismayado.

Dahil sa init at pagkaputol ng kuryente, hindi na maipinta ang mukha ni sofia sa sobrang inis. "Dalawang buwan na hindi nakabayad? Sabi mo ayos ang budget natin, Arnel!" singhal niya sa akin. Ang mas malala, hinala pa ng technician ng Meralco ay may ilegal na "jumper" ang linya namin kaya lalong naging komplikado ang sitwasyon.kaya kahit magbayad kami hindi agad ibabalik ang power supply sa amin,

Sa sobrang inis ni sofia, malamang dahil na unsyami na naman at isa pa hindi ako nakabayad ng kuryente, , nag-empake ito,. "Doon muna ako sa bahay nina Mama habang wala pang kuryente rito. Hindi ko kaya ang ganitong init!"

Kuya jay Isang linggo siyang hindi umuwi. Isang linggo akong nabalisa, iniisip kung galit pa rin ba siya o baka naman... may ginagawa siyang hindi ko alam. Sinubukan ko siyang tawagan, pero madalas ay "busy raw sa work, o kaya ay natutulog na.
ang trabaho ko kasi bilang trisekel driver, lalo wala naman linya ang pinapasada ko., kulang pa samin, kaya sa kanya din ako naka asa na may magandang trabahol
Pero after nang mga pitong araw, laking gulat ko nang bumukas ang pinto.

 Dumating si sofia, Hindi na siya ang galit at ang mainit ang ulong asawa na umalis noong nakaraang linggo. Nakasuot siya ng bagong damit, maaliwalas ang mukha, at ang mas nakakapagtaka, pakanta-kanta pa siya. Na para bang ang saya nya, binigyan pa ako ng pambayad sa meralco.

"Oh, mahal, nandyan ka na pala," bati niya sa akin habang humahalik sa aking pisngi. Ang sigla ng kanyang boses pero para sa akin, ito ay kakaiba, hindi ganyan ang karakter ni sofia, kilala ko sya, nagiging masaya ito, kapag nagawa nya at nakuha ang kanyang gusto,
"B-bakit parang ang saya mo yata?" tanong ko,. "Akala ko ba galit ka pa dahil sa nangyari sa kuryente?"
"Wala 'yun, naisip ko lang na sayang ang ganda ng buhay kung palaging galit," sagot niya habang nagsasalamin at inaayos ang kanyang buhok. "Nakatulog lang ako nang maayos kina mama kaya maganda ang gising ko at sempre maayos ang aura, sagot pa sakin ng aking asawa kuya jay

Ngunit hindi ako kumbinsido. Napansin ko ang isang maliit na detalye,isang amoy na hindi ko malilimutan. Isang amoy na humahalo sa kanyang pabango. Hindi ito amoy ng sabon sa bahay ng biyenan ko. Amoy bakal ito. Amoy grasa.
Nanlamig ang buong katawan ko. Naalala ko si Mang Kardo. Naalala ko kung gaano kadesperada si sofia na maranasan ang kanyang pantasya.
Tinuloy ba nila? tanong ko sa aking sarili. Nagkita ba sila sa ibang lugar habang wala ako? Sa isang lugar na may kuryente, o baka sa isang madilim na sulok na mas gusto ni sofia?

Hindi ako makaimik. Pinapanood ko siyang magluto habang kumakanta ng isang masayang kanta. Ang bawat indayog ng kanyang katawan ay tila nagsasabing mayroon siyang malaking sikretong itinatago. Ang kaba na naramdaman ko noong gabing nasa hindi natuloy kami ay walang-wala sa takot na nararamdaman ko ngayon

ang takot na baka ang tatlohang pinangarap namin ay natuloy na.., nang wala ako.
Kuya jay ano po ang masasabi nyo sa reaskyon ng misis ko ng pagbalik? Ginawa kaya nya na mag isa, tinuloy kaya ang plano at hindi na sinabi sa akin para hindi na mabulilyaso, 

Paano ko ba malalaman na may ibang gumamit sa asawa ko? .

 #kuyajayconfessions #tagalogstories #emotional #marriage #revengestory



01272026 tue uwi nina mama at ganda.

Php12 pandesal

Office pogi
Php12+30 pamasahe
Php200 baon pera

Laba ng damit namin ni pogi
Masakit right tuhod ko cause of maling paghakbang sa hagdanan pababa.

Php60 2x30 mineral water
Php277.25 cream silk conditioner 350ml
Php80 igado jing.

Php30 pamasahe pogi
Php100 miryenda

Landed 6:03 pm PST sa NAIA PR731 galing Thailand

Php277  Zark's wings and rice php39 grab
Php491 1 whole chicken andok's php500



Platada na walang crack

1 bag ng semento + 1.5 bag(use bag ng semento as takalan) buhangin.

Simpleng RSA.

Sino ang mag-aakalang ang isang mekaniko mula sa Tondo ang magpapatakbo sa pinakamalaking kumpanya sa Pilipinas? Si Ramon S. Ang, o RSA, ay isang Mechanical Engineering graduate mula sa Far Eastern University (FEU) na nagsimula sa pagbebenta ng mga gamit na makina ng sasakyan mula sa Japan.

Ang kanyang buhay ay nagbago nang makatagpo niya si Danding Cojuangco sa isang repair shop. Nang walang makatukoy sa sira ng mamahaling sports car ni Danding, si RSA ang buong tapang na nagsabi ng depekto nito. Doon nagsimula ang isang pagkakaibigang binuo ng tiwala—isang tiwalang naging daan upang pamunuan niya ang San Miguel Corporation (SMC) at gawin itong isang higanteng conglomerate na hindi lang sa pagkain at inumin kilala, kundi pati na rin sa kalsada, kuryente, at paliparan.

Ang Imperyong San Miguel (SMC) sa Numero 📊

Sa ilalim ng pamumuno ni RSA, ang SMC ay lumawak nang husto. Narito ang mga datos na nagpapakita ng laki ng operasyon ng kumpanya:

 * ₱1.4 Trillion: Ang tinatantyang kabuuang kita (revenue) ng San Miguel Corporation noong 2023, na nagpapatunay na ito ang pinakamalaking kumpanya sa bansa ayon sa benta.

 * ₱735 Bilyon: Ang tinatantyang budget para sa New Manila International Airport sa Bulacan—ang pinakamalaking proyektong pang-imprastraktura sa kasaysayan ng Pilipinas na pinamumunuan ni RSA.

 * 60% Share: Ang bahagi ng SMC sa kabuuang merkado ng beer sa Pilipinas sa pamamagitan ng San Miguel Brewery.

 * $3.8 Bilyon: Ang tinatantyang net worth ni Ramon Ang (as of late 2024/early 2025), na naglalagay sa kanya sa hanay ng pinakamayayamang tao sa buong mundo ayon sa Forbes.

Ang Transisyon ng Kapangyarihan 🏛️
Noong Hunyo 2024, pormal na naging Chairman at CEO si RSA, habang ang kanyang panganay na anak na si John Paul Ang ay itinalaga bilang President at COO. Ito ang hudyat ng bagong henerasyon ng pamumuno para sa SMC.
Trivia Time! 💡

 * The Loyal Mechanic: Noong mapatalsik si Marcos noong 1986 at sumama sa exile si Danding Cojuangco, iniwan niya ang lahat ng kanyang ari-arian at negosyo kay RSA. Sa pagbabalik ni Danding, ibinalik ni RSA ang bawat sentimo at gamit nang buong katapatan—isang katangiang naging pundasyon ng kanilang matibay na samahan.

 * Eagle Cement: Bago pa naging CEO ng SMC, naitayo na ni RSA ang Eagle Cement Corporation, na naging isa sa pinakamalaking supplier ng semento sa bansa.

 * Tondo Roots: Sa kabila ng bilyon-bilyong yaman, madalas pa ring binabanggit ni RSA ang kanyang simpleng pinagmulan sa Tondo bilang gabay sa kanyang pagpapasya at pagtulong sa kapwa.

 * Master of Infrastructure: Siya ang nasa likod ng mga modernong kalsada gaya ng Skyway Stage 3, TPLEX, at ang rehabilitasyon ng MRT-7, na naglalayong lutasin ang problema sa trapiko sa Luzon.

Mga Sanggunian (Sources):

 * San Miguel Corporation (SMC): Annual Reports and Corporate Governance Disclosure (2024).

 * Forbes Magazine: Philippines' Richest List and Billionaires Profile.

 * Official Gazette of the Philippines: Infrastructure Projects and PPP Updates (2021-2024).

 * Wikipedia: Ramon Ang (Businessman and Engineer).



Sunday, January 25, 2026

Dry cough at Makating lalamunan

Cause:
    1. hindi plema
    2. irritation caused by acid reflux
    3. Allergy

Caution: Huwag iinom ng gamot na pang plema (ambroxol o carbocisteine). Since walang plema lalo lamang  naiirita yung lalamunan at lalong inuubo.

Tamang gamot sa dry cough:
    1. ANTACID
    2. COUGH SUPPRESSANT
        SAMPLE: DEXTROMETHORPHAN dahil pinipigilan nito ang cough reflex natin.
    3. ANTIHISTAMINE - DAHIL KUNG ALLERGY ANG CAUSE pwedeng bigyan ng CETIRIZINE/ DIPHENHYDRAMINE/LORATIDINE - tinatanggal nito ang kati sa lalamunan.
        SAMPLE: TUSERAN DM/ ROBITUSSIN DM PLUS/ CETIRIZINE.

Tandaan:
COUGH SUPPRESSANT + ANTIHISTAMINE. Tititgil yung kati ng lalamunan at titigil yung Dry cough.


Sharing is Caring.

Waste segregation.

🟥 Basurang Bayan: Why Waste Segregation in the Philippines Keeps Failing (and What We Can Actually Do About It)

Good morning. 

Coffee's brewing, and I'm staring at a small pile of plastic sachets on my kitchen counter—shampoo, coffee, detergent. 

They'll all end up in one garbage bag, mixed with food scraps and paper. 

I know I should segregate. The law says I must. But like millions of Filipinos, I don't. 

And this morning, I'm asking myself: why?

This piece continues from last night's article on the plight of our basureros—those invisible workers who pick through mountains of our garbage, breathing toxic fumes, risking their lives for P250 a day. 

We have a law. Republic Act 9003, the Ecological Solid Waste Management Act, passed in 2001. It's been 25 years. 

The law mandates waste segregation at the household level, materials recovery facilities in every barangay, and the closure of open dumpsites. 

On paper, it's comprehensive. In practice, it's a spectacular failure.

🟥 THE REALITY CHECK: WE'RE DROWNING IN OUR OWN GARBAGE

Let me lay out the numbers, because they're staggering. 

The Philippines generates between 61,000 to 62,000 metric tons of solid waste every single day. 

That's more than 22 million metric tons annually. 

To put that in perspective, imagine filling the Philippine Arena with garbage—we'd fill it multiple times over, every single year.

And we're getting worse. 

Daily waste production jumped from 37,427 tons in 2012 to over 40,000 tons by 2016, and it keeps climbing. 

Population growth, urbanization, and our addiction to disposable products—especially those damned sachets—fuel this garbage avalanche.

Here's the kicker: only 61% of Filipino families "frequently" segregate their waste. 

That sounds almost respectable until you dig deeper. "L

"Frequently" includes people who only "often" segregate (not always). 

When you look at those who actually always segregate, it drops to 44%. 

And a full 20% of households never segregate at all.

The pattern is predictable and infuriating. 

In middle- and upper-class subdivisions in Quezon City, compliance reaches 70%. 

These are households with space, with helpers they can train, with the luxury of multiple bins. 

But in low-income communities—where people are packed into cramped quarters, working multiple jobs just to survive—compliance plummets. 

The law, like so many of our laws, works better for those who already have more.

🟥 THE INFRASTRUCTURE THAT ISN'T THERE

You can't comply with a law when the infrastructure to support it doesn't exist. And boy, does it not exist.

As of 2022, the Philippines had only 318 sanitary landfills for 1,715 local government units. 

Think about that ratio. 

Most LGUs don't have proper disposal facilities. 

For materials recovery facilities—those barangay-level sorting centers that RA 9003 mandates—we have only 16,418 for 42,036 barangays. That's a 39% compliance rate.

Davao City, often held up as a model of urban governance, has only 40 of its 182 barangays equipped with proper segregation facilities. If Davao struggles, what chance do smaller, poorer municipalities have?

The excuses are familiar. 

Local government units cite "lack of money" and "lack of knowledge."

But here's where accountability gets uncomfortable. 

These same LGUs receive Internal Revenue Allotments every year, with 20% designated as a development fund that could be used for solid waste management. 

The money exists. The political will doesn't.

🟥 FOLLOW THE MONEY (OR DON'T BOTHER)

Let's talk budget, because nothing reveals priorities quite like where we put our money.

In the 2026 national budget of P6.793 trillion, the Department of Environment and Natural Resources receives a measly P29.3 billion—that's 0.43% of the total budget. 

For solid waste management specifically? Only P349 million. 

Three hundred forty-nine million pesos for a country drowning in 22 million metric tons of annual garbage.

Meanwhile, the Department of Public Works and Highways gets P530.9 billion—the second-largest budget allocation. 

We prioritize concrete and kickbacks over environmental protection. 

The DPWH came under fire last year for a massive flood control scandal involving ghost projects, overpricing, and kickbacks. Yet the money keeps flowing there.

Environmental groups aren't mincing words. 

The Center for Environmental Concerns calls the 2026 budget "a recipe for corruption and environmental neglect". They're right. 

When biodiversity funding drops 65% from 2025 to 2026, when solid waste management gets less than the cost of a single infrastructure project, the message is clear: the environment is not a priority.

At the local level, the picture is equally grim. 

Cities in Metro Manila spent an average of P384 million per year on waste management from 2017 to 2022. 

That sounds substantial until you realize that ideal waste management would cost about 20% of an LGU's annual budget. 

We're operating at a fraction of what's needed.

Compare our spending to international standards. 

Developed countries allocate $50-100 per ton of mixed solid waste for proper management. 

Thailand spends around $30 per ton. The Philippines? We operate on $10-15 per ton. We're trying to solve a first-world problem with third-world funding, and we wonder why it's not working.

🟥 THE HUMAN COST: WHEN GARBAGE KILLS

On January 8, 2026—just weeks ago—a garbage avalanche at the Binaliw Landfill in Cebu City buried workers and residents alive. 

The final death toll: 36 people dead, 18 injured. 

The victims were sanitation workers and informal settlers who lived inside the facility. They had no choice. Poverty put them there.

The waste pile was far beyond safety limits, estimated at 35 meters high—about 20 stories. 

The facility was effectively an open dump, operating in violation of RA 9003. 

The Environment Management Bureau issued a cease-and-desist order on January 9—after people had already been buried, after the deaths, after it was too late.

This wasn't the first time. 

On July 10, 2000, the Payatas garbage dump in Quezon City collapsed after heavy rains from two typhoons. 

Official reports said 218 people died, with 300 missing. 

But other sources suggest 705 were killed, with firsthand accounts putting the number closer to 1,000. 

The dump was a mountain of garbage, unstable, neglected, a disaster waiting to happen.

The Payatas tragedy directly prompted the passage of RA 9003. 

The law was literally written in the blood of garbage dump victims, signed into existence to prevent another Payatas. 

And yet, 25 years later, Binaliw happened. 

The same negligence. The same disregard for the poor who live and die at the edges of our waste. 

Nothing learned. Nothing changed.

After Payatas, the dump was closed. 

Then reopened weeks later because the city had nowhere else to put its garbage. 

That's the Philippine way: crisis, outrage, symbolic action, then back to business as usual.

🟥 THE SACHET ECONOMY: DEATH BY A MILLION CUTS

If you want to understand why the Philippines is uniquely terrible at waste management, look at your bathroom shelf. 

Count the sachets: shampoo, conditioner, coffee, detergent, soy sauce, vinegar, catsup. 

Tiny, cheap, convenient. And absolutely devastating.

Filipinos use 164 million sachets per day. 

Read that again. One hundred sixty-four million. 

Every. Single. Day. 

Sachets comprise an estimated 52% of the Philippines' residual plastic waste stream—the waste that can't be recycled, that just accumulates in landfills, waterways, and oceans.

The sachet economy emerged from poverty. 

Multinational corporations marketed these tiny packets as affordable access to quality products for daily-wage earners who couldn't afford full-sized containers. 

It's brilliant marketing and social engineering. 

The poor can buy Pantene, Tide, Nescafé—just in impossibly small, impossibly wasteful portions.

The problem is multi-layered—literally. 

Sachets are made of different plastics and foil fused together, designed to withstand tropical heat and humidity. 

This makes them practically impossible to recycle. 

They're single-use by design, engineered obsolescence packaged as poverty alleviation.

When you look at Manila Bay, the devastation is visible. 

Around 90% of the 12 million pieces of marine litter collected from the bay's coastline are plastics. 

Eleven million pieces. Sixty percent by weight. Most of this is sachets and plastic bags.

The corporations benefit. Procter & Gamble, Unilever, Nestlé—they've built empires on sachet sales in Southeast Asia. 

The Extended Producer Responsibility Act of 2022 requires them to recover 20% of their plastic waste by 2023, scaling to 80% by 2028. But enforcement is weak, monitoring inadequate. And sachets keep flooding sari-sari stores.

🟥 CULTURE, DISCIPLINE, AND THE "AKO MUNA" MENTALITY

Here's where it gets uncomfortable, because we have to look in the mirror.

Infrastructure matters. Funding matters. But so does culture. And Filipino waste culture is abysmal.

Every major event leaves mountains of garbage. 

During the Traslacion of the Black Nazarene in January 2025, Manila collected 382 tons of garbage left behind by devotees. 

Plastic bottles, Styrofoam containers, disposable cups—abandoned in a space meant to express faith. 

The Department of Public Services spent hours cleaning what should never have been left in the first place.

This isn't about poverty. Middle-class Filipinos litter. 

We throw trash out of car windows. We dump garbage in rivers, on roadsides, in vacant lots. We burn plastic in our backyards, releasing toxic fumes that poison our own communities.

The "ako muna" (me first) mentality pervades. 

We demand convenience over responsibility. 

We expect someone else—usually an underpaid sanitation worker or a basurero—to clean up after us. 

Public spaces are treated as disposable, not ours to protect.

Reddit threads on Philippine littering habits are brutal but honest. 

One expat writes: "The culture here is filled with people who use 'I'm pigado, so I can do whatever I want and I don't need to follow the rules like others' as an excuse. You see it with the traffic, the basura, the cutting in line... The entire culture is one where a sense of entitlement and 'ako muna' creates utter chaos".

It's harsh. It's also not entirely wrong.

Cultural norms do matter. 

The bayanihan spirit—community cooperation—is often cited as a Filipino strength that could drive environmental programs. And it can. 

Successful zero-waste barangays like those in Dumaguete (Looc, Piapi, Bantayan, Calindagan, Banilad) prove it. 

When communities commit, when leadership is strong, transformation is possible.

But bayanihan requires activation. It requires leaders who lead, not just preside. It requires communities willing to challenge the "ako muna" impulse in ourselves.

🟥 THE ENFORCEMENT THAT NEVER COMES

Penalties exist on paper. 

City ordinances impose fines of P1,000 to P5,000 for failing to segregate waste, for littering, for dumping garbage improperly. Repeat offenders can face higher fines or imprisonment.

But when was the last time you heard of someone actually fined for not segregating household waste? 

When has a barangay captain been penalized for failing to establish a materials recovery facility?

The answer, almost universally, is never.

DENR Acting Secretary Jim Sampulna admitted in 2022 that solid waste management remains a major problem "mostly due to the mismanagement of waste segregation at the local level.”

But has the National Solid Waste Management Commission sanctioned LGUs for non-compliance? No.

The "No Segregation, No Collection" policy exists in law. 

If you don't segregate, garbage trucks aren't supposed to pick up your trash. 

But across most of the Philippines, collectors take whatever you put out—mixed, unsorted, often in violation of the law. 

Why? Because enforcement requires political will, and political will is scarce.

A Cebu columnist wrote in 2023: "The failure of the LGUs to comply with RA 9003 is the officials' utter lack of political will. Instead of strictly enforcing the provisions to the letter of this law... some LGUs entice residents by exchanging their garbage with canned goods or food items".

We incentivize the wrong things. We reward non-compliance with prizes. We make segregation optional, a feel-good gesture rather than a legal obligation.

🟥 WHAT ACTUALLY WORKS: LESSONS FROM SUCCESS STORIES

Not everywhere is failing. Some LGUs have cracked the code, and their success offers a blueprint.

Cebu City established Barangay Environmental Officers trained to enforce waste policies, monitor collection, and educate residents. 

They strictly enforced the "No Segregation, No Collection" policy. 

The city passed ordinances with teeth and backed them with resources. Compliance improved dramatically.

Teresa, Rizal went from 20% compliance to 80% by combining strict ordinances with intensive information and education campaigns. 

The LGU made waste management a visible priority, not an afterthought.

Navotas City achieved a recycling rate increase from 10% in 2017 to 55% in 2018, with household compliance hitting 63%. 

They integrated informal waste pickers into the formal system, providing training and fair compensation.

San Mateo, Rizal became a model by formalizing the informal waste sector, partnering with waste pickers rather than marginalizing them.

The pattern is clear:

- Political will and leadership commitment are non-negotiable. When mayors and barangay captains make waste management a priority, it happens.
- Strict enforcement of existing laws works. No segregation really means no collection.
- Community engagement and education change behavior. People segregate when they understand why it matters and see that others are doing it.
- Infrastructure investment follows commitment. Build the MRFs, establish the composting centers, provide the bins.
- Integration of informal waste pickers leverages existing expertise and provides livelihoods. These workers already know the system; formalize and support them.

International examples reinforce these lessons. 

Japan provides detailed segregation manuals, assigns clear responsibilities, and achieves high recycling rates through cultural discipline and strict enforcement. 

Australia targets 80% waste recovery by 2030 through comprehensive legislation and public campaigns. 

Both countries treat waste management as critical infrastructure, not an inconvenient expense.

🟥 WHAT WE CAN DO: A PATH FORWARD

So what now? 

We can't wait for perfect conditions. We can't afford another 25 years of mediocre implementation. 

Here's what needs to happen, from national policy to your kitchen counter.

🟥 AT THE NATIONAL LEVEL: PUT MONEY WHERE THE CRISIS IS

Increase the DENR budget and specifically allocate serious funding for solid waste management. P349 million is insulting. 

We need billions—for MRFs, sanitary landfills, training programs, monitoring systems. 

The investment pays for itself in reduced health costs, cleaner environments, and climate resilience.

Enforce RA 9003 with actual consequences. 

The National Solid Waste Management Commission should audit LGU compliance and impose penalties for non-compliance. 

If a mayor refuses to build required facilities, cut their other funding. 

If a barangay captain won't enforce segregation, replace them. 

This isn't authoritarian—it's accountability.

Regulate the sachet economy aggressively. 

Ban multi-layered sachets that can't be recycled. 

Require companies to establish refill stations. 

Enforce the Extended Producer Responsibility Act. 

Make Procter & Gamble and Unilever pay for the pollution they've designed into poverty.

🟥 AT THE LOCAL LEVEL: LEAD OR GET OUT OF THE WAY

LGU executives: use your Internal Revenue Allotment development funds for what they're intended. 

Stop claiming poverty while leaving 20% of your budget unspent or misspent. 

Build the MRFs. Hire trained waste collectors. Establish composting programs.

Enforce the "No Segregation, No Collection" policy. 

Train garbage collectors to refuse mixed waste. 

Issue citations. Impose fines. 

Make segregation the norm, not the exception.

Formalize and support informal waste pickers. 

They're doing essential work—recognize them legally, provide safety equipment, ensure fair pay, organize them into cooperatives. 

The Extended Producer Responsibility framework allows for this; use it.

Launch sustained education campaigns. Don't just post banners during "Clean and Green" week. 

Integrate waste education into schools. Hold barangay assemblies. 

Show residents how to segregate, where their waste goes, why it matters. 

Make it social, visible, unavoidable.

🟥 AT THE HOUSEHOLD LEVEL: START TODAY

You. Me. Us. We don't get to sit this out.

Start segregating. 

Today. Not tomorrow. 

Not when it's more convenient. 

Get three containers: 

- biodegradable (food waste, garden waste), 

- recyclable (clean plastics, paper, metal, glass), 

- residual (everything else). 

Label them. Use them. Every single day.

Compost your food waste if you have space. 

Even a small compost pit reduces the volume of garbage that needs collection and disposal.

Refuse sachets when you can afford alternatives. 

Buy the bigger bottle. Bring a refillable container. 

Choose products with less packaging. 

Yes, it costs more upfront. But sachets make up 52% of our plastic waste—every one you refuse matters.

Hold your barangay accountable. 

Attend assemblies. 

Ask your captain: Where is our materials recovery facility? Why isn't segregation enforced? What's the plan? 

Don't accept vague promises. Demand timelines, budgets, action.

Vote accordingly. Candidates who don't prioritize waste management don't deserve your vote. It's that simple. 

Ask them in forums, on social media, door-to-door: What's your solid waste management plan? If they don't have one, they're not serious about governance.

🟥 CHANGE THE CULTURE: MAKE LITTERING SHAMEFUL

We need a cultural shift as profound as the anti-smoking campaigns or the seatbelt laws that eventually changed behavior through persistent social pressure.

Call out littering. When you see someone throw trash on the street, say something. 

When a friend burns plastic in their backyard, explain why it's toxic. 

When relatives leave garbage at events, challenge them. 

Make it uncomfortable to be wasteful.

Celebrate those who do it right. Praise the neighbors who segregate meticulously. 

Highlight the sari-sari stores offering refills. Support the barangays that enforce the law. Positive reinforcement works.

Teach children differently. The next generation shouldn't grow up thinking it's normal to see garbage in rivers, to burn plastic, to treat public spaces as dumps. Environmental education must start early and be consistent.

🟥 THE BOTTOM LINE: IT'S IMPLEMENTATION, STUPID

We don't need a new law. RA 9003 is comprehensive, well-designed, and adequate to the task. 

What we need is the political courage to enforce it, the resources to support it, and the cultural will to live it.

The law has been on the books for 25 years. 

The basureros still pick through our mixed, toxic garbage because we won't separate it at home. 

The landfills still collapse and kill people because LGUs won't build proper facilities. Manila Bay is still 90% plastic because corporations sell and we buy 164 million sachets a day.

This isn't inevitable. 

Other countries manage their waste. Other Filipino cities prove it can be done here too. 

The question isn't whether we can—it's whether we will.

Thirty-six people died in Cebu this month, buried under our garbage. 

Hundreds, perhaps a thousand, died in Payatas 25 years ago. 

How many more before we decide that enforcement matters, that budgets reveal priorities, that our convenience isn't worth their lives?

The waste segregation law in the Philippines isn't working because we—collectively, systemically, culturally—have chosen not to make it work. 

We have the law. We lack the will.

It's time to find it. Or admit we never really cared in the first place.

What's your experience with waste segregation in your community? Are you doing it? Is your barangay enforcing it? Let's talk in the comments—because this conversation can't just end with outrage. It has to lead to action.

🟥 Sources: 

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-0NsjEDgsbhSzX824Em2gTL2NnwPwMB4WzLOTnXDSF0/edit?usp=drivesdk



Garbage collector

I was driving along Circum this morning when the stoplight turned red. A garbage truck was right in front of us. 

Two men were standing on the open bed, shifting big trash bags with their hands. No gloves. No masks. No boots. Just ordinary green long sleeve shirt (I'm assuming it's their uniform) and pants (one was wearing what looks like a pajama) and worn-out shoes while handling garbage.

My wife and I started talking about them right there at the light. Why are they working with zero protection? Is it just the heat? Walang supply? Or is there something much worse behind that one snapshot? 

I went home wanting to answer that simple question. After a few hours of reading, the question changed. It was no longer "Why don't they have PPE?" It became: "Why are they treated as if they barely exist in the system at all?"

I also have to admit I'm part of this story. My street, my neighbor, and the way people like us treat garbage collectors all shape the world these workers move in every day.

🟥 MY STREET, MY NEIGHBOR, AND THE "BASURERO" THEY AVOIDED

For years, garbage collection on our street was a mess—sometimes literally. One big reason: one of my neighbors.

She hates these guys with a passion. Every time the truck passed, you could see it in her face: disgust, like the collectors were the scum of the earth. Parang sila ang dumi, hindi 'yung basura. She complained when they were noisy, complained when they came late, and complained when they came at all.

Over time, that kind of attitude sends a signal. You are not welcome here. You're just tolerated at best.

Last year, I decided I didn't want to live on that kind of street.

I started small:

- I gave tips to the garbage collectors when they came around.
- I greeted them "Good morning" instead of pretending they were invisible.
- I handed them bread or snacks whenever I could.

My goal was simple: to show them that at least one house on this street actually wants them there, that they are not a nuisance, that they are doing a job we depend on. Every December, we prepared gifts and a little bonus for them.

And I'll be honest again: back then, I was doing it more out of basic kindness and Christmas spirit than any deep understanding. 

I still assumed, in the back of my mind, that they were regular city employees. 

Akala ko, may benefits sila. Akala ko, may hazard pay at GSIS at kung anu-ano pa. I thought I was just being nice on top of what the system was already giving them.

I was wrong.

This research showed me that for many garbage collectors, those December gifts and small tips are not "extra." They are sometimes the closest thing they get to a bonus, to being treated as human beings who matter.

🟥 THE JOB: HARD, DIRTY, AND DANGEROUS — WITH THE DATA TO PROVE IT

When you stop romanticizing "mahirap ang trabaho nila" and actually read the numbers, it gets uncomfortable fast.

Studies on Filipino garbage collectors show:

- 39.55% suffer from musculoskeletal problems—chronic pain in the back, shoulders, knees, and neck from constant lifting and jumping on and off trucks.
- 21.54% have gastrointestinal problems like ulcers, diarrhea, and stomach pain.
- 12.86% have skin diseases such as rashes and infections.
- Another study found that around 19% have persistent respiratory symptoms like chronic cough and shortness of breath.

In short: almost 4 out of 10 collectors are living with serious body pain, 2 out of 10 with stomach issues, 1 out of 10 with skin problems, and 2 with breathing trouble. That's the baseline, not the worst case.

And they are dealing with:

- Hidden sharps (broken glass, needles, rusty metal) inside sealed bags.
- Medical and sanitary waste mixed into ordinary trash.
- Rotting organic waste full of bacteria, maggots, insects, and vermin.

Now imagine doing that in slippers or thin shoes, bare-handed, on the back of a moving truck.

🟥 THE PAY: ESSENTIAL WORK, NEAR-MINIMUM WAGES

Then you check what they earn.

Based on available salary data:

- An entry-level garbage collector (1–3 years) earns about ₱131,256 a year, or roughly ₱10,900 a month.
- A senior garbage collector (8+ years) earns about ₱198,811 a year, or roughly ₱16,500 a month.

This is for full-time work that damages their bodies and exposes them to disease. It's not far from minimum wage, and it doesn't automatically come with full benefits.

For informal waste pickers—those outside the formal system—things are worse. 

A 67-year-old waste picker featured in one story earns about ₱300 a day on good days. If he works 20 days in a month, that's ₱6,000—with no health insurance, no GSIS, no retirement, no hazard pay, nothing to catch him if he gets sick and can't work.

I used to think the people on the truck outside my house had "regular" government compensation behind them. Now I know that many of them do not.

🟥 THE STATUS: THE CONTRACT THAT KEEPS THEM DISPOSABLE

Here's the part I really didn't understand before: legally, a lot of these workers are almost invisible.

In many LGUs, garbage collectors are hired as Job Order (JO) or Contract of Service (COS) workers. That classification sounds like paperwork. It's actually a wall.

As JO/COS, they:

- Do not have a civil service appointment.
- Are explicitly labeled "not government employees."
- Are not covered by Civil Service Law protections.
- Work under short contracts that can simply not be renewed.

So while we see them riding LGU trucks and assume "empleyado 'yan ng city," the law often treats them more like temporary service providers, even if they have been doing the same job for 10 or 15 years.

Regular government employees, on the other hand:

- Have appointments approved by the Civil Service Commission.
- Are compulsorily covered by GSIS (life insurance, disability, retirement).
- Get paid leave, 13th-month pay, performance bonuses, and clearer grievance mechanisms.

The men on the truck in front of my car? Many like them are stuck in that JO/COS limbo.

🟥 PROTECTION ON PAPER, EXPOSURE ON THE GROUND

Our laws actually sound protective.

- The Ecological Solid Waste Management Act says sanitation workers should be given gloves, masks, and safety boots.
- Occupational safety laws say employers must provide PPE for free and train workers on how to handle risks.

But audits of real cities show:

- Hundreds of garbage collectors doing their work with inconsistent or no PPE.
- Some barangay-level collectors with zero protective equipment—no gloves, no masks, no boots.
- City and private hauler workers who have never received formal training on safe garbage collection, despite requirements.

So yes, the law talks about safety. But JO status plus weak enforcement means the people on the ground often see none of it.

🟥 MENTAL HEALTH AND STIGMA: THE WEIGHT WE DON'T SEE

There's also the mental side of this work.

One study found that about 27.4% of informal waste workers show signs of depression. The risk is higher for older workers, those who are already sick, those with unstable income, and those with no savings.

On top of that, they face daily disrespect. People wrinkle their noses. Some neighbors talk about them like they're the problem. Kids learn this attitude from adults. It becomes normal to treat the people who handle our trash as if they are the trash.

When I think of my neighbor—how she looks at garbage collectors like they're not even worth basic courtesy—I see that moment in a very different light now. I used to just be annoyed at her. Now I see how that contempt is part of the environment these workers move through every day.

🟥 THERE ARE BETTER MODELS: PASIG SHOWS IT'S A CHOICE

This is where Pasig City changes the conversation.

Since 2019, Pasig has made a deliberate effort to regularize long-time contractual workers:

- By 2022, they had regularized 2,397 employees, many of whom had been casuals for 10–20 years.
- By late 2025, the city reported over 5,000 employees regularized since 2019. Permanent employees now outnumber casuals and JO workers.
- Street sweepers and other low-paid frontline staff are among those moved into permanent positions, with full benefits and security of tenure.

Pasig still outsources some garbage collection, so it's not a perfect story. But it proves this: the current system is not inevitable. An LGU that wants to can:

- Create new permanent positions.
- Prioritize long-serving JO workers for those slots.
- Give them real appointments and full protection.

That's a policy choice. Which means not doing it is also a choice.

🟥 HOW THIS CHANGED MY PERSPECTIVE

Before this morning, I thought I was already "doing my part" in a small way—greeting the collectors, giving tips, handing out bread, preparing a Christmas envelope every December. I thought I was just adding kindness on top of a stable foundation.

Now I see it differently.

- I can no longer assume they're covered just because they wear a green or orange LGU shirt.
- I understand that many of them are one bad injury away from losing both their job and their only income.
- I see that my street, my neighbor's looks, and my own silence are all part of the environment they walk into every time the truck turns into our road.

This research didn't just give me numbers; it gave me a clearer picture of how little protection stands between these workers and disaster. And it forced me to admit that small acts of kindness are good, but they're not enough.

🟥 A PRAYER AND A PLEA: FOR LAWMAKERS AND FOR US

So here's where I am now.

I'm praying—literally—that our lawmakers will prioritize the Magna Carta or any serious law that protects waste workers:

- That Congress will stop allowing essential workers to hide under JO/COS labels.
- That the Senate will push through legislation that guarantees decent pay, hazard allowances, PPE, medical checkups, and real retirement for people who have spent their lives handling our waste.
- That LGUs will be pushed, or required, to follow models like Pasig's, not just when it's politically convenient but as a matter of justice.

And I'm also praying that more ordinary people will help our waste handlers in ways both small and systemic:

- Greet them. Look them in the eye. Let them know they are welcome on your street, not a nuisance.
- If you can, give water, bread, or a small tip. It doesn't fix the system, but it tells them someone sees them.
- Use your voice with your barangay, city hall, and representatives. Bring up waste workers when people talk about "frontliners" and "essential services."

Because they need our help too—not just with a Christmas envelope or a random loaf of bread, but with a louder demand that the laws and budgets finally match the importance of the work they do.

This all started with a red light, a garbage truck, and two men in front of my car. I can't change what they're paid or how they're classified with a snap of my fingers. But I can refuse to look away. I can write about them. I can keep saying to anyone in power who will listen:

Look at them. They're holding up a part of this country that none of us want to touch. The least we can do is hold up our end.

🟥 Nota Bene: This piece was supposed to be written in Tagalog, as my wife suggested, but when I read through what ended up on the page, I realized I’m not really talking to the garbage collectors themselves. I’m talking to you, to us, and to the lawmakers who decide how their lives will go from here. 

My hope is that this doesn’t just become another story that people nod along to and forget, but a kind of written prayer that does not fall on deaf ears—that something moves in Congress and in city halls, that this new-found advocacy turns into concrete protection for our waste handlers, and that more and more of us choose to stand with them instead of looking away.

🟥 SOURCES:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wpAeZJN_AvmhuYbuw2j6F8IcOm395jSZJg5C3n3NS-4/edit?usp=sharing



Sometimes


Sometimes, slowing down is the lesson we need most.

01262026 mon happy bday ganda. 3rd day Thailand.

Php10 pandesal

Nagtae o nagbawas lang.

Hotcake

Hatid pogi
Php39 toll fee
Php225 jolibee
Php39 toll fee
Php200 baon pogi

Problem: error sa energizer charger ni pogi.
cause: over drain yung battery.
action: manual charge yung drain battery using 9dc volt supply then install in charger.

Nirepair din yung extension cord.

Dilig halaman sa terrace at roof deck.

Print yung pina print ni pogi.

Php218 pogi dunkin donut
Php115 milk tea.
Php30 pamasahe
Php322 dinner kay chard





Saturday, January 24, 2026

Time in A bottle jim croce


If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with

Learn how to enjoy the day.

Happy 88th bday mother dear in heaven.

 Happy 88th birthday mother dear Celia Torrijos Mateo in heaven.




Usapang pf ni doc gary sy.

 Ito na siguro ang pinaka-ayaw kong tanong…


May nagtanong kung magkano ang consultation fee ko. Honestly, nahihiya akong sumagot. Parang awkward at medyo unethical pag napag-uusapan ang PF sa social media na kitang-kita ng lahat.


Pero sige na nga… 😅

Mas mahal pa nga raw—sabi lang ng mga kaibigan ko ha—ang mag-table sa club, umaabot daw ng ₱1,000–₱1,500 per hour, wala pa yung drinks at pagkain. 🤣


Samantalang sa akin, ₱500 lang, unli tanong, at minsan pag minamalas, umaabot ng halos isang oras—paulit-ulit na tanong, may konting sigawan pa minsan kasi alam niyo na… mahina na ang pandinig.

At walang bayad ang follow-up. May mga pagkakataon pa nga na libre na lang kapag alam kong hirap talaga, at minsan naaabutan pa ng pambili ng gamot. 🤦🏻‍♂️


Tapos may bonus pa—life story.

Kapag sobrang ganado magkwento, mula panahon ng hapon, dumaan kina Presidents Elpidio Quirino at Diosdado Macapagal, hanggang sa ghost projects ng flood control ngayon ang usapan. 😅


Ganun talaga. Kailangang makinig.

Minsan, sa pakikinig pa lang, gumagaan na ang pakiramdam nila.


Iyan ang hindi alam ng karamihan.




Malaki ang sahod.

 Kung may kakilala kang sumasahod ng daan-daang libo kada buwan sa isang kumpanya, matic ang expectation. Hindi puwedeng pabigat at hindi puwedeng bahala na ang iba. Kapag malaki ang sahod, alam dapat ang trabaho at kaya itong gawin nang maayos.


Ganyan kasi sa private sector. Ang sahod ay kapalit ng competence at results. Kapag palpak, hindi ka iniintindi dahil lang sikat ka o kilala ang apelyido mo. May evaluation, accountability, at tanggalan.


Paano kung ilipat natin ang parehong logic sa pulitika?


Ang sahod ng mga nasa pinakamataas na posisyon sa gobyerno ay pang-top executive na. Pang-CEO na sa Pilipinas. Ibig sabihin, sa papel pa lang, inaasahan na handa sila, marunong, at alam ang bigat ng desisyon na hawak nila.


Ang kaso sa totoong buhay, iba ang trato natin.


Madalas ang mga pulitiko, binibigyan ng passing grade kasi mabait naman daw, may malasakit, tumutulong sa tao. All well and good and admirable. Ang kaso, hindi natin madalas basehan kasi yung performance. Hindi yung performance sa harap lang ng camera, kundi yung performance sa trabaho tulad ng ilang batas na ba ang naipasa at napanukala na nakakapagpabago ng buhay ng mga Pinoy tulad ng free education, pagbabawal sa mga POGO, o pag-aalaga sa food security ng Pilipinas.


Hindi ito tungkol sa talino o sa dami ng diploma at inaral. Maraming mahusay na manggagawa ang may simpleng pinanggalingan. Ang mahalaga kasi, kahit saan ka galing, kailangan mong aralin ang trabaho mo. Kailangan mong maintindihan ang epekto ng desisyon mo.


Mas lalo na sa gobyerno.


Kasi kapag pumalpak ang isang empleyado sa kumpanya, negosyo lang ang apektado. Kapag pumalpak ang isang mambabatas o opisyal, buong bansa ang apektado tulad ng presyo ng bilihin, mga trabaho, kaligtasan ng mga mamamayan, at kinabukasan ng mga bata.


Kaya kung tutuusin, mas mataas dapat ang standard sa pulitika kaysa sa private sector, at hindi mas mababa. Simple lang kasi ang logic. Kung ang sahod ay pang-executive, ang competence dapat pang-executive rin.


Kung hindi pasado sa standard ng isang kumpanya, bakit pasado sa pamamahala ng bayan? That’s just common sense and a fair question.

01252026 sun happy bday mother dear. 2nd day thailand

Happy 88th bday mother dear.
Happy 31st wedding anniversary 

Php117 popcorn pogi
Php200 baon pogi

RIP Manoling De Jesus

Ala

 Nh



Yang mi kyung

 Yang mi kyung


Lee young ae




Double solid yellow lin paired with a broken white line.

A double solid yellow line paired with a broken white line indicates a, sometimes hybrid, traffic rule where overtaking or lane changing is strictly prohibited from the side with the solid yellow lines. If a broken white line or dotted yellow line is present, it usually indicates that passing or overtaking is permitted, but only when it is safe to do so from that side. 

Double Solid Yellow Lines: Indicate a strict no-passing or no-overtaking zone for both directions, often found on dangerous roads or blind curves.

Solid/Broken Combo: Often seen as a solid yellow line adjacent to a broken yellow or white line, meaning passing is allowed on the side with the broken line.

Double Solid Yellow with Broken White: In some contexts, this indicates that while the yellow lines restrict overtaking from both sides, the broken white line may indicate a specific, perhaps temporary or lane-specific, allowance for merging or that it is a, in the Philippines, frequently ignored or misinterpreted marking. 

Key Takeaways:

Solid Yellow: Do not cross.

Broken White: Overtaking allowed if safe.

Hybrid: If the solid line is on your side, you cannot pass. If the broken line is on your side, you may pass when safe. 



Colors of the Wind. Vanessa Williams 1995

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
Heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or let the eagle tell you where he's been
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper-skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
Need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind

Colors of the Wind. Judy kuhn 1995

You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still, I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know

You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew, you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sun sweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind.

01242026 sat 1st day thailand

Php

Naglaba
Nagdrill ng sabitan ng planggana

Nagpaluto ng pesa
Nagluto ng pork bbq prito

Nanahi
Nalimutan ang pang level.

Nag luto ng hot cake


N y wish.

Did you make a New Year's Resolution? 🎉🎉

I know, patapos na ang January and still im asking about this. Because i just wrote mine. And it feels good to write something that you want to improve or change about your life. Its like a magical thing that while you are writing, it feels connecting to yourself, and touching your inner being.✨️✨️

Let me share mine, and copy them if you want. Own them as yours.💗

1. Commit yourself to a New Hobby or go back to the hobbies that once brought you joy and made you feel alive. 

2. Don't be afraid to look weird, ridiculous. Its much better than being afraid to try. 

3. Up the main character energy, haha why not 🤭. For me its the feeling that I'm in Paris and wearing my best dress. Slaaay... 

4. Be astonished by something small everyday. Maybe like a sentence, a cute pen, notebook, a cup of coffee. Appreciate the good things babes. 

5. Be a little bit softer; be gentle to yourself.
Be a little bit louder; express your thoughts and feelings. Feel more sexy, always dress your best. 

6. Don’t worry about making sense of it all. Keep doing, keep dancing. It doesn’t have to matter to everyone, only to you. 

7. Love like you've never been hurt before, hahaha, this is Risky... But whats the sense if its not real, expressing, if its controlled. We will all die someday, but for now Live and Love. 

8. And the hardest of them all, Forgive esp the people who don't deserve it. 

Do not dim your light. 
Take care of yourself.
Touch the things that touch your souls. 
Whatever that makes you feel alive.