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pure expression of disgust and anger.

by PNA

The biggest infrastructure project of the government implemented in Iloilo still needs an additional funding of some P 4 billion to finish all project components of the Iloilo flood control.

This will bring the project worth more than P 8 billion including an initial loan of P 4 billion mostly sourced out through a loan by the Philippine government from the government of Japan coursed through the Japan Bank for International Cooperation (JBIC).

This was confirmed by Engr. Al Fruto, assistant project manager of the Iloilo flood control project of the Department of Public Works and Highways.

Stage I of the project was funded by more than P 4 billion for two contract packages and bid out in 2006 by Hanjin Heavy Industries for Package I and China International Water and Electric Corporation for Package 2.

The 4.75 kilometer Jaro Floodway, one of the major components of Package 1, is already operational and expected to provide relief from flooding. However, some of the components are scheduled for completion by July 2011.

The floodway starts from Brgy. Pagsanga-an in Pavia, Iloilo to Brgy. Bito-on, Jaro, Iloilo City and diverts excess water discharge of Tigum and Aganan Rivers towards the Iloilo strait.

Fruto said the Philippine government is expected to source the additional amount, if possible from JBIC.

DPWH is also looking for assistance from Ilonggo senator Franklin Drilon and Iloilo City congressman Jerry P. Treñas from their priority development assistance fund (PDAF) popularly known as pork barrel funds to complete the project.

The major components of Phase 2 of Package I include the raising banks and stretching alignment of the middle section of Jaro River, construction of La Paz floodway, improvement of Dungon Creek, and urban drainage and improvement of Lower Ingore creek, Rizal creek and Bo. Obrero creek.

However, Fruto also said that one of the conditions of JICA in approving the proposed Stage 2 loan is that the project should affect not more than 200 informal settlers.

Considering that 3,500 informal settlers will be affected by the project, the local government unit of affected areas should be responsible for the clearing and relocation of informal settlers within the Jaro River.

By Perfecto T. Raymundo

There is still no reward money yet for the arrest of businesswoman Janet Lim Napoles.

Napoles is the alleged "brains" behind the P10-billion pork barrel and P900-million Malampaya fund scams.

She and her brother Reynald "Jojo" Lim are the subjects of an intensified manhunt operations by law enforcement agencies by virtue of an arrest order issued by the Makati City Regional Trial Court Branch 150 for the case of serious illegal detention allegedly committed on Benhur Luy, the whistleblower in the pork barrel.

According to Justice Secretary Leila M. De Lima, as of Friday there is still a heated deliberations among the officials of the National Bureau of Investigation whether there is still a need to put up a reward money for the arrest of Napoles.

Because of this, she said, the NBI has not yet given a concrete recommendation on the matter.

If the exposes of the whistleblowers in the pork barrel scam will be the basis on the alleged assets and properties of Napoles, De Lima said, it would appear the businesswoman would just raise an equivalent amount of the reward money against her.

Likewise, De Lima has not yet decided on the putting up of the reward money more so that she cited the case of the so-called "Big 5" such that although there is a P2-million reward money for each of the accused, they have not yet been arrested by authorities.

Included in the "Big 5" are former Army Maj. Gen. and Bantay party-list Rep. Jovito Palparan, Jr.; former Palawan Gov. Joel Reyes and his brother former Coron, Palawan Mayor Mario Reyes; Globe Asiatique president and owner Delfin Lee; and former Dinagat Islands Rep. Ruben Ecleo.

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Manners Your Kids Should Have Known By 9

welcome back, bran. you must be very busy with your work.

warren
war·ren [wáwrən]
(plural war·rens)
noun

1.  rabbit habitat: a group of connected burrows where rabbits live and breed
2.  rabbits in warren: a group of rabbits living in a warren
3.  crowded building or area: an area or building that is crowded or has a complicated layout
4.  area for game animals: a piece of ground where game animals are kept and bred

[14th century. < Anglo-Norman warenne "enclosed area for breeding game"]

sledding
sled·ding [slédding]
noun

1.  use of sled: the use of a sled for work or recreation
2.  U.S. conditions for using sled: conditions in which a sled may be used
The sledding is good right now.
3.  progress: a particular kind of progress
It was hard sledding for a while, but now things are easier.

huff [huf]
noun (plural huffs)

fit of anger: a brief mood of anger or resentment at something somebody has done
walked out in a huff

verb (past and past participle huffed, present participle huff·ing, 3rd person present singular huffs)
1.  transitive and intransitive verb anger somebody, or get angry: to anger or offend somebody, or become angry or offended
2.  intransitive verb blow or pant: to blow, pant, or breathe laboriously

[Late 16th century. An imitation of the sound of blowing]

huff and puff
1. to blow or pant, or do this while moving with great difficulty
2. to make noisy but empty threats or objections

ruminate

ru·mi·nate [rï "mÉ™ nàyt]
(past and past participle ru·mi·nat·ed, present participle ru·mi·nat·ing, 3rd person present singular ru·mi·nates)
verb

1.  transitive and intransitive verb mull something over: to think carefully and at length about something
2.  intransitive verb chew partially digested food: to regurgitate partially digested food and chew it again (refers to ruminants)

[Mid-16th century. < Latin ruminat-, past participle of ruminare < rumen "rumen"]

-ru·mi·na·tion [rmə náysh'n], noun
-ru·mi·na·tive [rï "mÉ™ nàytiv], adjective
-ru·mi·na·tive·ly [rï "mÉ™ nàytivlee], adverb

sniff

sniff [snif]
verb (past and past participle sniffed, present participle sniff·ing, 3rd person present singular sniffs)

1.  transitive and intransitive verb breathe in through nose: to breathe in through the nose quickly, briefly, and audibly, e.g. in smelling something or to prevent mucus from dripping, or smell something by breathing in quickly
2.  transitive verb suspect something: to have a suspicion of something, especially something bad
sniff trouble

noun (plural sniffs)
1.  brief inhalation: an instance or sound of sniffing
2.  suspicion: a hint or suspicion, especially of something bad

[14th century. An imitation of the sound]

midriff
mid·riff [míddrif]
noun (plural mid·riffs)

1.  middle front area of human body: the area of the human body between the chest and the waist
2.  dress part of clothing over middle: the part of clothing that covers the area of the human body from the chest to the waist
3.  anatomy Same as diaphragm (sense 1)
(dated)

adjective
1.  near midriff: in the area of the midriff
midriff bulge

2.  exposing midriff: used to describe an article of clothing that exposes the midriff
a midriff top

[ Old English midhrif "diaphragm" < midd (see mid) + hrif "belly" (< Indo-European, "body")]

prefab
pre·fab [pr fàb]
(informal)
noun (plural pre·fabs)
something prefabricated: a prefabricated house or building

adjective
manufactured in sections: relating to or constructed from prefabricated parts

[Mid-20th century. Shortening]
-pre·fabbed, adjective

shin·gle [shíng g'l]
noun (plural shin·gles)

1.  roof or wall tile: a small flat tile, especially one made of wood or asphalt, used in overlapping rows to cover a roof or wall
2.  sign or nameplate: a nameplate or a small sign giving the name of a doctor, lawyer, or other professional person, fixed outside that person's office
3.  hairstyle: a short hairstyle for women, popular in the 1920s, in which the back hair was cut to taper at the nape of the neck


transitive verb (past and past participle shin·gled, present participle shin·gling, 3rd person present singular shin·gles)
1.  cover something with tiles: to cover something with small overlapping tiles
2.  taper hair at back: to cut hair so that it is tapered at the nape of the neck

[12th century. Alteration of late Latin scindula, variant of Latin scandula]

hang out your shingle: it means "to begin working as a professional from your own office" (informal)

coarse
coarse [kawrss]
(comparative coars·er, superlative coars·est)
adjective
1.  rough: harsh or rough to the touch
2.  with thick grains or strands: consisting of large grains or thick strands
3.  indelicate or tasteless: lacking taste or refinement
4.  vulgar: vulgar or obscene
5.  unrefined: not refined
coarse metal

6.  inferior: of inferior quality

[14th century. Origin ?]

-coarse·ly, adverb
-coarse·ness, noun

coarse or course? Do not confuse the spelling of coarse and course, which sound similar. Coarse is an adjective meaning "rough" or "vulgar," as in coarse fabric, coarse language. The word course is chiefly used as a noun, meaning "a sequence of events," "a route," "a program of study," "part of a meal," etc. (as in a course of action, the course of the river). It can also be used as a verb, meaning "run swiftly" or "hunt with dogs": Tears coursed down his cheeks.

shag [shag]
noun (plural shags)
1.  long-piled carpet: a carpet or rug with a long thick pile
2.  long pile on textile: a long rough nap or pile on a textile
3.  shredded tobacco: a strong coarse tobacco that is finely shredded
4.  layered haircut: a hairstyle with layers that are cut progressively shorter from base to crown
5.  matted tangle of hair: a rough matted tangle of hair or wool

transitive verb (past and past participle shagged, present participle shag·ging, 3rd person present singular shags)
1.  provide something with shaft: to provide something such as a tool with a shaft
2.  make something rough: to cause something to be rough-looking and shaggy

[ Old English sceacga < Germanic]

linoleum
li·no·le·um [li ná¹"lee É™m]
noun

floor covering: a tough washable floor covering, made from canvas or other material coated under heat and pressure with powdered cork, rosin, and linseed oil

[Late 19th century. < Latin linum "flax" + oleum "oil"]

coif [koyf, kwaaf]
noun (plural coifs)

1.  somebody's hairstyle: the way somebody wears his or her hair (informal)
2.  type of skullcap for women: a close-fitting linen cap worn by women in the Middle Ages, now worn by some nuns under their veils
3.  leather skullcap: a thick, close-fitting leather cap formerly worn under a hood of chain mail

transitive verb (past and past participle coiffed, present participle coif·fing, 3rd person present singular coifs)
1.  arrange hair: to arrange or style somebody's hair (formal)
2.  cover head with coif: to cover somebody's head with a coif or with something like a coif

[14th century. Via Old French coife "headdress" < late Latin cofia "helmet" < Germanic]

foyer
foy·er [fóy ər, fw yày]
(plural foy·ers)
noun
1.  U.S. entrance hall: the entrance hall or vestibule in a private house
2.  public lobby: the lobby in a public building such as a hotel or theater

[Mid-19th century. Via French < medieval Latin focarius < Latin focus "fireplace, hearth"]

trudge
trudge [truj]
transitive and intransitive verb (past and past participle trudged, present participle trudg·ing, 3rd person present singular trudg·es)
walk wearily: to walk, or walk a particular path or distance, with slow heavy weary steps

noun (plural trudges)
long walk: a long and exhausting walk

[Mid-16th century. Origin ?]

-trudg·er, noun

woodsy
woods·y [wï "dzee]
(comparative woods·i·er, superlative woods·i·est)
adjective
relating to woods: relating to or reminiscent of the woods, especially in scent (informal)

Microsoft® Encarta® 2009. © 1993-2008 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.

blob

blob [blob]
noun (plural blobs)
1.  soft mass: a soft lump or drop of something such as paint or glue
2.  small spot of color: a small rounded spot of color
3.  indistinct form: an indistinct or shapeless form or object

transitive verb (past and past participle blobbed, present participle blob·bing, 3rd person present singular blobs)
put blobs on something: to apply blobs of color or a soft substance to something

[15th century. Origin ?]

Microsoft® Encarta® 2009. © 1993-2008 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.

jaunty
jaun·ty [jáwntee]
(comparative jaun·ti·er, superlative jaun·ti·est)
adjective
1.  carefree: happy, carefree, and confident
2.  casual: perky and casually fashionable

[Mid-17th century. < French gentil "polite, kind"]

-jaun·ti·ly, adverb
-jaun·ti·ness, noun 

Microsoft® Encarta® 2009. © 1993-2008 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.

hubris
hu·bris [hyï "briss]
noun
1.  pride: excessive pride or arrogance
2.  excessive ambition: the excessive pride and ambition that usually leads to the downfall of a hero in classical tragedy

[Late 19th century. < Greek]

-hu·bris·tic [hyoo brístik], adjective 

Microsoft® Encarta® 2009. © 1993-2008 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.

totter
tot·ter [tóttər]
intransitive verb (past and past participle tot·tered, present participle tot·ter·ing, 3rd person present singular tot·ters)
1.  walk unsteadily: to move or walk unsteadily
2.  wobble: to sway or wobble as if about to fall
3.  be unstable: to be unstable or on the point of collapse
an economic system tottering on the brink of collapse

noun
wobbling gait: a wavering or wobbling gait

[13th century. Origin ?]

-tot·ter·er, noun
-tot·ter·ing·ly, adverb
-tot·ter·y, adjective

Lolo Jose by Coritha
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8-KfC9goUE#

People don't need you talking about your life. They need you for their lives. That's your thing. Giving some logic and reason and sympathy and passion to this cold, fragmented, confusing world - that's your gift. Explaining their lives to them. Their lives, not yours.

Meaning of NAPOLES Pork Barrel Scam

After rejecting liempo or sisig as the new name of pork, finally it will be the "National Assistance Program of Lawmakers Engaged in Swindling" in short NAPOLES.

By Diana Marcum and Kurt Streeter

GROVELAND, Calif. -- One of the largest wildfires in recent California history burned out of control in and around Yosemite National Park on Saturday, charring more than 125,000 acres, briefly threatening San Francisco’s power supply and frustrating firefighters' efforts to contain it.

The fast-moving fire has doubled in size since Thursday night and remains only 5% contained, with steep terrain, warm weather and low humidity hampering firefighting efforts. Adding to the difficulty is the blaze's tendency to burn the tops of trees, creating a “crown fire” with long, intense flames that skip across forested land faster than a wildfire that creeps along near the ground.

Assisted by trench-digging bulldozers and water-dropping aircraft, more than 2,600 firefighters were battling the fire. Crews worked Saturday to keep the fire away from buildings at Camp Mather, just north of Highway 120 .

“If you can’t stop a fire, you try to divert it,” said Cal Fire spokesman Johnny Miller. On Saturday, the fire jumped a trench cut by bulldozers three times, but firefighters and hot-shot crews were holding the line.

With temperatures in the upper-60s and continued low humidity, the fire's march through rugged, hard-to-reach terrain remained virtually unchecked. Fire officials said no containment date had been set.

The fire has destroyed nine structures and threatened about 5,500 others since it erupted last Saturday. One firefighter suffered heat exhaustion, but no other injuries were reported.

Firefighters were able to gain containment of an area Saturday near the Hetch Hetchy water and power system, which supplies electricity and water for San Francisco. The San Francisco Public Utilities Commission has been forced to shut down two of its three hydroelectric power stations because of the fire.

Utility crews were allowed access to the stations to asses the damage, said Michael Carlin, a deputy general manager with the commission.

By CHARLES BABINGTON
The Associated Press

More than one-third of House Republicans urged their leader Thursday to trigger a government shutdown rather than pay for the implementation of the health-care law they call Obamacare.

A letter from 80 Republicans asked Speaker John Boehner, R-Ohio, to resist any spending bills that would accommodate the new health-care law, which is nearing a critical stage of signing up millions of Americans for health coverage.

Because it’s virtually certain that President Obama and the Democrat-controlled Senate would reject such demands, leaders of both parties say the standoff likely would result in a partial shutdown of the federal government, similar to those that occurred in 1995 and 1996.

The letter is mixed news for Boehner and other GOP leaders who view a government shutdown as politically unwise.

The federal 2013 fiscal year ends Sept. 30. New money must be appropriated by then to avoid a shutdown of countless government offices and agencies.

Voters chiefly blamed congressional Republicans for the mid-1990s shutdowns, and the fallout boosted Democratic President Clinton. Ever since, many establishment Republicans have urged the party to avoid using shutdown threats as a bargaining tool.

Getting extended rest with the postponement of their respective games Wednesday, Talk n Text and San Mig Coffee face each other in returning to action in the PBA Governors’ Cup at the Mall of Asia Arena Sunday (August 25, 2013).

The Tropang Texters seek a second straight win while the Mixers look to end a two-game misery as they tangle at 6:30 p.m. in the Pasay City playing venue.

“Our PHL players will still not suit up for this game but our remaining players will still be there fighting against a very dangerous San Mig Coffee team,” said Talk n Text coach Norman Black.

“Protecting the paint area will be our main concern because (Marqus) Blakely has been a monster inside. Offensively, we will look to attack the rim and take the outside looks that they will give us,” Black also said.

“We’re no strangers to slow starts. We certainly wanted to avoid one for this conference, but no such luck,” said San Mig Coffee coach Tim Cone.

Cone didn’t give words on whether he’s still resting Marc Pingris. He’s main concern is to help ace local James Yap and import Marqus Blakely rediscover their touch.

“Key for us, obviously, is getting James on track with his field shooting and Marqus with his free throws,” said Cone. “We’re confident that sooner or later, they will both get it going. Of course, we would prefer sooner.”

Yap has been 2-of-24 from the field while Blakely converted just 15 of 45 charities as San Mig Coffee dropped its first two games in the tourney versus Rain or Shine and Air21.

The Mixers suffered a 75-79 loss at the hands of the E-Painters then reeled with an 82-93 defeat against the Express.

Agence France Press

An Indonesian woman drowned her nine-year-old son in the bath, claiming she was worried that his “small penis” would affect his prospects for the future, a police spokesman said Thursday.

The 38-year-old woman from the capital Jakarta told police her son had had a small penis prior to being circumcised, but that it appeared to shrink further after the operation, police spokesman Rikwanto, who goes by one name, told Agence France-Presse.

“She told police investigators that she killed him as he would have a bleak future with his small penis,” Rikwanto said.

“She drowned her son in a bathtub filled with water. She then dressed him and laid him on a bed. After that, she went to a nearby police office to report her crime.”

Rikwanto said the woman was fully conscious of what she had done, but police ordered a psychological test to assess her mental condition.

by Hindu Times

Social media site Facebook's use might fulfill the need for an individual to connect socially but it also predicts the decline in happiness, a new study has revealed.

According to the study carried out by researchers from the University of Michigan, use of Facebook rather than
enhancing well being, undermines it.

The study found that the more people used Facebook during one time period, the worse they subsequently felt.

However, the researchers found no evidence that interacting directly with other people via phone or face-to-face negatively influenced well-being as direct interactions with other people led people to feel better over time.

Although people were more likely to use Facebook when they were lonely, loneliness and Facebook use both independently predicted how happy participants subsequently felt.

Social psychologist and lead author of the article, Ethan Kross said that it was not the case that Facebook use served as a proxy for feeling bad or lonely .

Emotion researcher and co-author of the article, Philippe Verduyn said that it is the advantage of studying Facebook use and well-being as dynamic processes that unfold over time as it allows drawing inferences about the likely causal sequence of Facebook use and well-being.

Update of Tropical Depression "Maring"

a message for all of us, balskie. we are all on the same journey of pain and struggle in this life.

The one who has hurt you by betrayal cannot remove your pain by his remorse and repentance. Since he is the pain giver he cannot be the pain reliever.

Who then can remove your pain after having been betrayed?

no one else except you yourself. How?

Accept the reality that in life sometime we do get betrayed. Remember Jesus was also betrayed.

Accept that something in your life has been broken. Let God repair your heart by being constantly grateful for God's kindness to you.

Accept the truth that you can never forget the betrayal But believe that one day the pain of remembrance will not be as searing as it is today. It will ultimately disappear.

Learn to accept again the repentant offender. that will do you wonders. no one can ease up your pain except you yourself.

from - Ptr Doy Castillo

reposted from Facebook

Practicing to be the next Spiderman

Arrest Janet Lim Napoles - Pork Barrel Scam Queen

A truck driver died after he accidentally shot off his penis in Rosales, Pangasinan, police said Friday.

Geronimo Narciso, 37, was drinking with friends inside the compound of Tagumpay Lumber and Construction Supply when he brought out his gun and fired it twice downwards, Senior Inspector Ryan Manongdo, Pangasinan police spokesman, said.

His drinking buddies, Arnel Nacino and Edwin Alcera, asked him to stop firing his homemade gun, Manongdo said.

Narciso heeded their request and was tucking his gun to his waist when it went off, hitting his genitals.
His friends rushed him to Dr. Chan Memorial Hospital in Carmen town but was declared dead on arrival.

Manongdo said a homemade caliber 22 pistol with four live ammunitions and a spent shell were found in the area.

source: Inquirer.net

Bangkok School's Measure to Stop Exam Cheating

My Brother Is For Sale

Costumer Concern: Tagsa Ra Ka Toslob

How Computer Virus Spreads

lisud ug maoy magdaghan.

What not to eat and drink before sleeping

Most High-tech Philippine Jeepney

Don't Let Someone Tell You that You Can't Do It

Kung Mao Gyuy Trabaho, Antoson Nalang Gyud

Modern McDonald's in Canada

Ang Kalainan Sa Pagkaon Kaniadto ug Karon

Mag-unsa man ang Palasyo kung walay Wifi

Modern Traffic Sign

Kung May Sahod Lang Ang Tambay

Chicken Of Your Mother

Cute and Corny

Pasabta Daw Ta Ani

Ikaw, Pagbantay Pud

Promo: Painless and Satisfaction

No Enter During This Period

Philippine Presidents According to Height

New Starbucks Branch

English Na Unta

Please Forgive Me

Huge Spelling Blunder

laing samson in the making.

Unsa Kahay Sunod Niyang Buhaton?

Source of Conflict Between Magellan and Lapu-lapu

Hikti Inyong Mga Iro

Unsa Kahay Naa sa Sulod?

Pasidaan sa Mangliliay

Peligro Ang Mga Babaye Kung Mahubog Na

Mang Inasal: Maasar Ka Sa Sarap

tungod tingali kay wala natilawi ang iyang putahe, mitilaw nalang siya sa susamang putahi.

Charice Pempengco: Unsay Nakaon Ani Niya?
Before


After

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nag-uwan pa ba sa manila, tigs? safe na kaha moadto sa manila?

GUYABANO TEA FOR CANCER, DIABETES, ARTHRITIS AND OTHER INFLAMMATORY DISEASES.

My Mom was diagnosed with rare type of brain Cancer. Anaplastic Astrocytoma Grade 3. The doctor said she has only six months to live. Its almost 10 months from the time she was diagnosed but she is still with us and recovering very well.

When Mom was discharged to the hospital, I started giving her vegetable juices plus a glass of guyabano tea three times a day.

HERES HOW TO PREPARE:

You will be needing 40 pcs of guyabano leaves
1 liter clean water

NOTE: USE MATURE BUT NOT TOO OLD LEAVES. AIR DRIED LEAVES ARE BETTER THAN FRESH LEAVES BECAUSE IT CONCENTRATES THE MEDICINAL PROPERTIES OF THE LEAVES MAKING IT MORE EFFECTIVE. DON'T ALSO DO SUN OR OVEN DRY BECAUSE TOO MUCH HEAT WILL COOK THE NUTRITIONAL VALUE OF THE LEAVES, THUS LOSING ITS POTENCY.

PROCEDURE:

1. Boil the 1 liter water in a sauce pan.
2. As soon as it boils, add the leaves and turn the heat to low.
3. Simmer it for 20 minutes. The color will turn to golden brown or just like the color of regular tea.
4. let it cool before drinking.

The tea is only good for 7-8 hours and may be refrigerated.

* GUYABANO TEA MUST BE TAKEN FOR 30 DAYS, 3 TIMES A DAY, ONE GLASS BEFORE MEALS. THE TEA IS EASILY ABSORBED IN AN EMPTY STOMACH.

*It should only be taken for 30 days. More than that, it will destroy the normal flora.

*After 30 days, have yourself checked by your doctor to examine if the disease is still there. If the symptoms is still there, taper the dose to maintenance dose.

* If the symptoms are still there after the 30 days treatment, stop drinking the tea for ten days and repeat thereafter.

* If the symptoms disappear before the 30 day treatment, continue taking the tea to make sure that no single sick cell is present.

30 day treatment, 3x a day, one glass 30 minutes before meals no skipping.

MAINTENANCE DOSE:

ONE GLASS OF TEA A DAY 30 MINUTES BEFORE MEALS FOR 5 DAYS EXCEPT SATURDAY OR SUNDAY. HAVE AT LEAST 2 DAYS REST PERIOD A WEEK.

***Dont mix the tea with other healing substances to avoid incompatibility.

*** Dont overuse the tea. Follow the procedure.

FIGHT CANCER. FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE.

- Credit to Ms. Reyes.

source: reposted from Facebook.com

Re-posted from FB.

As I walked home one freezing day, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.

The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then I saw the datelineâ€"1924. The letter had been written almost 60 years ago.

It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a “Dear John” letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the writer could not see him anymore because her mother forbade it. Even so, she wrote that she would always love him.

It was signed, Hannah.

It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information, the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.

“Operator,” I began, “this is an unusual request. I’m trying to find the owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?”

She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, “Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can’t give you the number.” She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me.

I waited a few minutes and then she was back on the line. “I have a party who will speak with you.”

I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the name of Hannah. She gasped, “Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!”

“Would you know where that family could be located now?” I asked.

“I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago,” the woman said. “Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter.”

She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.

I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.

This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a letter that was almost 60 years old?

Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, “Yes, Hannah is staying with us.”

Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her. “Well,” he said hesitatingly, “if you want to take a chance, she might be in the day room watching television.”

I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.

She was a sweet, silver-haired oldtimer with a warm smile and a twinkle in her eye. I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, “Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever had with Michael.”

She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said softly, “I loved him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor.”

“Yes,” she continued. “Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you should find him, tell him I think of him often. And,” she hesitated for a moment, almost biting her lip, “tell him I still love him. You know,” she said smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, “I never did marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael…”

I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, “Was the old lady able to help you?”

I told him she had given me a lead. “At least I have a last name. But I think I’ll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet.”

I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, “Hey, wait a minute! That’s Mr. Goldstein’s wallet. I’d know it anywhere with that bright red lacing. He’s always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at least three times.”

“Who’s Mr. Goldstein?” I asked as my hand began to shake.

“He’s one of the oldtimers on the 8th floor. That’s Mike Goldstein’s wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks.” I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse’s office. I told her what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed that Mr. Goldstein would be up.

On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, “I think he’s still in the day room. He likes to read at night. He’s a darling old man.”

We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, “Oh, it is missing!”

“This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?”

I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with relief and said, “Yes, that’s it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this afternoon. I want to give you a reward.”

“No, thank you,” I said. “But I have to tell you something. I read the letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet.”

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. “You read that letter?”

“Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is.”

He suddenly grew pale. “Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me,” he begged.

“She’s fine…just as pretty as when you knew her.” I said softly.

The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, “Could you tell me where she is? I want to call her tomorrow.” He grabbed my hand and said, “You know something, Mister? I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I’ve always loved her.”

“Mr. Goldstein,” I said, “Come with me.”

We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to her.

“Hannah,” she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in the doorway. “Do you know this man?”

She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn’t say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, “Hannah, it’s Michael. Do you remember me?”

She gasped, “Michael! I don’t believe it! Michael! It’s you! My Michael!” He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces.

“See,” I said. “See how the Good Lord works! If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home. “Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!”

It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their best man.

The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a 76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had to see this couple.

A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.

Original Title: WHY AND WHY NOT
By Nelson A. navarro
Published by Philippine Star

It’s no great surprise that Filipinos are hopelessly mesmerized by royalty. For some 300 years, they were very distant subjects of Spain’s Habsburg and Bourbon rulers. America’s pseudo-royal Roosevelts and Kennedys took turns binding them to Washington during the American colonial years and long after independence was granted in 1946. Manila arbiter Maurice Arcache calls the bluest of the non-blues “our royalettes,” a few embarrassing bars below royal.

Manila never boasted of any royal presence or even a royal visit. Until the now-disgraced King Juan Carlos was restored to Spain’s long-vacant throne in the 1970s, nobody in the direct line of succession bothered to come over to these desolate islands in the farthest corner of the world.

The ruined Ayuntamiento in Intramuros featured a grand throne room that never was occupied, even for a minute, by any monarch. Only faceless governor-generals, many serving just a year or so, presided over a ragtag court of fawning bureaucrats, merchants and planters from the provinces.

No incumbent US president bothered to drop by in 48 years of direct rule. In 1935, Manuel Quezon crept into the yawning royal vacuum and all but proclaimed himself uncrowned king. Never mind if as commonwealth head he exercised no sovereign powers, reported to Washington, DC, and merited only 19-, not 21-gun salutes.

Subjects of white rulers in faraway capitals, Manila high society always suffered a deep inferiority complex that has carried over into the republic period. Part of the reason was that not too many full-blooded Spaniards bothered to immigrate or, after the empire collapsed, sought refuge in these parts. Those who stayed and claimed precedence were mixed bloods or mestizos, hardly anybody with bragging rights of any passable aristocratic lineage.

By definition, they were mostly dregs or remnants of empire with no status in the Iberian Peninsula or South America to go back to and no prospects of advancement anywhere else. The mother country itself was ravaged by war, pestilence and hunger. In 1939, Francisco Franco seized power and turned Spain into an impoverished fascist state for 46 years. By these standards, Manila high society of the Quirino era was far wealthier in reparations deals and sugar quotas, although bereft of overrated titles of nobility. One Quirino granddaughter could only become Condesa de los Arcos, only to lose rank by being shortly divorced.

Most of Manila’s Castilaloys, particularly the forebears of those who pass for democrats hovering around Noynoy Aquino, once deeply angered Quezon before his American patrons by staging noisy Falangist rallies, complete with fascist uniforms and salutes at the Colegio de San Juan Letran and San Beda.

To be fair, a very limited number of mestizos were patriots who fought in the 1896 revolution on the side of their Filipino mothers. But they were invisible compared, for instance, to the high-profile Voluntarios de San Miguel who stuck by Spain to the bitter end and then wormed their way into the favor of the perfidious Yankees.

Just look over the mestizos who joined the Federalista Party demanding American annexation. Appointed as key justice officials or registers of deeds, they secured Torrens titles to former friar lands they either bought at fire-sale prices or just took over under various ruses. That explains why thousands of hectares of prime land in and around Manila fell into the hands of parties that were to become the core of today’s permanent elite based on ever-escalating real estate valuations.

Social inferiority complex could not but define Manila society from the day the Quezons ascended the grand staircase of Malacañang as the first Filipinos or locally-born colonials to occupy the seat of Spanish and American power.

Manuel Quezon latched on to the brutal truth: there was no such thing as Manila high society apart from the incumbent governor-general who was the “fountain of all blessings.” When the man representing the crown decamped, the scramble for invitations to the Palace ball and the new pro-consul’s ear began all over again.

Such was Spain’s neglect and low regard for its lone Asiatic colony that no governor-general bothered to live permanently, post term of office, in the Philippines, much less set up a Manila dynasty. No such animal ever existed.

This explains why the peninsulares-only color line against the Chinese and Indios â€" and Spanish itself as the language of society â€" could not be sustained over the years. Too many came from mongrel stock and spoke pidgin Spanish. After the US conquest, English became the lingua franca, forever deflating the Castilaloy’s linguistic trump card.

Still, the pretense of Iberian superiority was maintained in rear-guard bastions like Casino Espanol, Polo Club and Jai Alai. These would be taken over by Visayan sugar money, immigrant Chinese wealth and politically generated fortunes. Go to Polo and Manila Golf and behold the Celestials and Brownies now ruling the roost.

Because Quezon had risen to the top of the crumbling colonial pyramid, it was he who assumed the power to extend and withdraw favors. Under the Jones Law of 1916, the bachelor Governor-General, Francis Burton Harrison, was in command, but Quezon always had his way. Harrison inexplicably obliged Quezon’s megalomania, subject only to distant Washington’s seldom-invoked veto power.

This point was later validated when Quezon, still Senate president, bitterly fought the imperious Leonard Wood, who sought to undo Harrison’s concessions, only to suddenly expire of cancer and leave de facto power in Quezon’s hands for good.

Every landlord and politician worth the name danced to Quezon’s music. They secured Philippine National Bank loans when PNB was the only bank worth the name, sugar quotas, cabinet posts and seats in the legislature for their conspicuous fealty and indispensable talent for sip-sipsip or flattery. Those who fell out of line like Aurelio Montinola and Juan Sumulong sank to genteel oblivion. But of course, the elite took care of its kind and some of the latter’s descendants survived and flourished, two at last count ascending to Quezon’s throne by another family name.

Indeed, there was no salvation or great fortune outside of Quezon’s incestuous circles. The Castilaloy cronies â€" Soriano, Elizalde, Madrigal,  Roces, Ayala â€" plus the Chinese mestizos â€" Jorge Araneta and Jose Yulo â€" formed a jealous aristocracy that endures in the 21st century as a pale but still potent shadow of itself.

Post-war tycoons created by succeeding presidents came up, among them Jacinto, Toda, Lopez, and Cojuangco. But only the last two and their heirs survived the Marcos Reshuffle of the 1970s and 1980s. Monosyllabic Celestials, many unlettered and born in Amoy, rose to prominence and mega-billions after the 1970s, thanks to instant naturalization granted by the crony-creating dictator.

With hardly any exception, none of these plutocrats can date ascendance before the Quezon era; although, to be sure, a couple had been in possession of extensive landholdings and traded in sugar by the late 19th century.

It was once said of Manila high society that the snootiest of them all were “no more than one or two generations removed from the plow or the bedroom of some lecherous friar.” A good number descended from penniless vagabonds conveniently wed to Chinese women who sold fish in the market or struck it rich operating pawnshops of Dickensian horrors.

Except for a handful of favorites Quezon turned into senators or speakers, the rest wielded no real power in any government and had been kept at arm’s length by previous colonial overlords. Those who claimed pre-Quezon stature held no more than glorified counselor or ersatz advisory positions that depended on the whims of forgotten governor-generals or rabid influence peddling at the Ayumtamiento.

For instance, the originally-Chinese mestizo Tuasons (long since Castilaloyed) were awarded vast landholdings extending to Marikina, all but worthless until the commonwealth and republic eras turned the cogonal mayorazgo into a gold mine.

The first Tuason was supposedly “knighted” and some descendants imagined that this was a title of nobility or something grander. Take note that any tourist in Madrid may purchase a coat of arms in souvenir shops off the Puerta del Sol.

The more savvy Mexicans knew this was all pure fantasy. The Spanish kings were wary of setting up any rival nobility in the colonies but trafficked in debased titles (nothing beyond count or marques) to filthy-rich colonials willing and able to pay the price. The conquistador Hernan Cortes was grudgingly declared Marques de Valle de Oaxaca but quickly fell out of favor in court. He died disgraced.

Miguel Lopez de Legaspi was named Adelantado de Filipinas, which only meant he was governor of an unsettled region. This title was subsumed to the Counts of Calimaya and was extinguished, like all Mexican titles, by the 1812 revolution.

Indeed, whatever can be regarded as titles or prominence in the Philippines date no earlier than the Quezon period, the zero-hour of nationhood when Manila’s social pecking order was supposedly cast for all eternity.

Sergio Osmeña Sr. and Manuel Roxas once thought they could defy El Jefe over the Hare-Hawes-Cutting Law (1933). They had to beat a hasty retreat and crept back to favor. After Quezon died in exile in 1944, the Os-Rox team turned on each other in a vicious fight for the vacated presidency, which Roxas narrowly won. However, he died too soon and his would-be dynasty never took wing.

After Quezon and Roxas, presidents came and went but with no lasting social impact until Ferdinand Marcos, Quezonian in every sense, came along in 1966.

The Marcoses provided another dizzying whiff of splendor that tamed the entrenched order and, for some 14 years and beyond, all but remade it in the Marcosian image. The new copycat royals loved to pose in Ruritanian regalia seated in gilded thrones. But they stopped short of donning crowns that would have completed a scene straight out of comic opera. Not for want of trying, Marcos’ five déclassé successors just couldn’t pull off the defining tricks of the trade.

What’s really behind the social order or precedence that Quezon installed and which Marcos brought into the modern period with equal gall and ruthlessness?

First, today’s Manila aristocracy drew its fictitious origins from the Spanish period when it was non-existent or brushed aside for being of unacceptable racial antecedents, many with Chinese and a few of Jewish blood.

The Spaniards were frankly racist and, even among themselves, boorishly tribal and regionalistic. As heirs to Ferdinand and Isabella who merged warring kingdoms into the Spanish empire, the Castilians thought of themselves as the master race and looked down on, among others, the mercenary Basques and separatist-prone Catalans. In 1492, they expelled “impure” Jews and Muslims.

In the presence of more despised Indios and Chinese, however, Spanish pride dictated denial or muting of historic and petty differences. But it was clear that the Basques, not Castilians, predominated, by as many as 90 percent, in the dying days of empire in the Philippines. Most would trace roots, according to an irreverent heiress of one of the oldest families, to four obscure peasant villages west of Bilbao along the stormy Gulf of Biscay. A few came out of the rocky foothills of the Pyrenees and one family would grandly insist it came out of still-rural Alava in southern Vizcaya, close enough to the Castilian border. 

The much-reviled Chinese mestizos, destined to supplant the Castilaloys through sheer numbers, were also 90 percent drawn from five dirt-poor villages outside Amoy (now Xiamen) in Fujian province. The rest came from equally turbulent and hard-scrabble Guangdong province (the Boxer rebellion and all that), which was nearer to Manila across the South China Sea.

Grinding poverty and endless civil wars drove the bulk of Basques and Fujianese to Philippines shores in the closing decades of the 19th century. They crossed over just as the sugar trade was transforming the colony from stagnation created by the long-vanished galleon trade monopoly and being integrated into the global export economy. As planters, traders or loan sharks in the surging sugar, abaca and coconut industries, they were bound to constitute the two biggest groups, if not the dominant sector of the leftover elite of the Spanish conquest.

Second, and not to over-emphasize the obvious, the bizarre consolidation of this parvenu elite only jelled as late as 1935-41 during the Commonwealth period.

Quezon and his ilk were there on Day One of the emerging Philippine state and, as the saying goes, “Present at the Creation.” This separates self-proclaimed “old wealth” from the hordes of social alpinists and gold diggers down the years.

Taking a leaf from the Boston Brahmins or the White Anglo Saxon Protestants (WASPs), “Old” (a few decades or less) Filipino wealth simply could not resist creating its own founding myths and noble order of precedence.

Contradictions and inconvenient truths would come in the way of consistency, respectability and honor. Quezon, to begin with, was no conqueror or monarch ruling over territory he conquered by force of arms. He was a clever lawyer, an American creation chosen under laws and procedures dictated by Washington.

The bigger problem was that Quezon’s crowd, for the most part, did not fight in the revolution (nor against Japan in World War II) and, in fact, collaborated with the people’s enemies. They were being rewarded, like Quezon himself, for playing along and sucking up to the new colonial masters who took the place of Spain.

Unlike the Boston Brahmins and WASPs, for whom patriotism against the British crown was the price of admission to the aristocracy, the Filipino Brahmins were bred by proximity to Quezon and sheer opportunism. At best, they paid nothing but lip service to the nationalism they never practiced in the battlefields or in daily life.

In the Quezon years, nationalism involved dancing the Rigodon de Honor in Malacañang attired in exquisitely embroidered ternos and barong Tagalog as well as staging “Barrio Fiestas” glamorizing peasant life. Until 1970, the glitziest balls were staged by the sugar bloc’s Kahirup Club. The ladies came dripping in diamonds and precious gems, their patronage turning lowly seamstresses into “haute couture” designers who, with the breathless purple prose of media arbiters of manners, defined how Manila high society now behaves.   

The Quezons evoked the House of Windsor, the uncrowned couple acting as George VI and Elizabeth with the two princesses plus the little prince in sailor suit to complete the regal portrait. They sailed on the sleek Casiana around the islands and even made a six-month world tour that notably brought them to Mexico. There the Quezons found themselves in the bosom of Hispanic delusions of grandeur. The Marcoses simply could not resist emulating the Quezons in just 30 years.

On a more perplexing note, there was the annual extravaganza of Quezon’s master showman, Arsenio Luz of the Manila Carnival, the most glittering event of the American years. In the name of charity, the carnival queen and her court were chosen through the rather uncouth method of selling votes to the highest bidders. This was how fair-haired heiresses achieved glory in faux coronations and got addressed as “Her Majesty Queen Pacita I” for a magical week or so in December.

The first beauty queens could not but be drawn from sharp-elbowed land-owning families in the provinces. Brown pulchritude of more humble pedigree would come after World War II. Thus begun the enduring Filipino mania for beauty queens who, along with lower-class boxers, and in the absence of Nobel Prize winners, have become the very symbols of national pride and unity.

Time and nostalgia would prove kind and indulgent to Manuel Luis Quezon and the grasping elite he ennobled in his wake. The charade continues. Only the harsh facts of history get in the way of fantasy and the grand life that the Filipino royalettes assume belong to them forever in this bemused but unfortunate nation.

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