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    If all your life you have always aspired and you think the one on top is no good, you must think again. Maybe you are no better. Or maybe you look worse!.. Or, why not think God. You're good but he loves you. You could end up that egotist stooge you hate in the mirror.
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    "True" church or true religion is a squabble between theists. Whatever it is people believe in must be of no problem to God. I bet He can speak very well the language of any man - any creature, actually. [A Universal God]
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Everybody Is an Aspiring Zookeeper.

CIA suspects Russia’s President Putin to have Asperger’s syndrome. I found the matter interesting, being part of a more interesting subject which is human characteristics, social and human natural, so that I decided to make a post about it.

Everybody is a jail warden. Everybody is a zookeeper. People should be good.

What’s that? A good warden lets people out in the yard for relaxation and play. He should know when and who to let out, and when and who to lock in.

Now, everyone is doing that to all the characters in him, he is aware of it or not. One will be surprised he has Hitler to Pope Francis inside in him. Each person is a complete jungle of characters within himself.

Hitler and Pope Francis

Lifted from Google search: Hitler, Pope Francis. Arranged by RLTJ’s

Human characteristics are generally universal. Sure, they vary in degree, from person to person. And the differentials make the thing called Personality. Other wise, humans are all boringly the same – they all can be tickled, pleased, irritated, angered, what else.

Sometimes Hitler might be good let out when Pope Francis might be good suppressed in, or the other way around. It’s a matter of doing the right thing in the right time.

That is why Solomon is considered as the icon for most gifted. Wisdom is deemed the greatest of all virtues.

There are differences between the real world and the world of virtual reality or that which exists only in the mind, though. In the real world, characters to mean persons, can die. In virtual reality, they cannot be killed. The most unwanted of them are always there, only shackled, arrested, held in a dungeon sit for life. Because nobody wants them out. Ooh, Sometimes they do escape a warden.

This post has nothing really particular to Vladimir Putin. In fact, we all have him inside each one of us. When we get irritated we all react the same. 🙂

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An Odd Mission: Spreading Goodwill and Selling Myth

A Spanish galleon is in Philippine port right now. No, just an awesome replica of one that sailed between Manila and Acapulco, centuries ago. It is one great delight for Filipinos to get a feel of the great old days with, sad to say, long time ruler and, yes, mother Spain.

In the 350 years of Spanish claim or rule of the Philippines that ended in 1898, not a few ships like them were built at the Cavite naval shipyards using the sturdiest, most durable and finest of Philippine hardwoods. Lumber as long as 70 feet could easily be fashioned out of the 4 to 6 foot-diameter logs that grew abundantly in Philippine forests.  >>Click here for the full article >>.

This Time the Free Condoms Are At Fault

It looks like I went off-tract in my previous post, went on and on,  and fizzled away. Where were we when I went a side…Hmm…

Ah, Saying one thing and doing another thing… That is also one of the primary factors that contributed to the Quirino hostage crisis fiasco, if we remember. Negotiator Yebra told gunman Rolando Mendoza that Roberto Mendoza’s service firearm was already returned when Rolando found out later that it was not. It caused heat that fed until it blew up.

Currently hot, the President has a row with the Catholic Bishops Conference of the Philippines [CBCP]. He was seen assuring everybody that government’s role in the controversial Reproductive Health bill, which the Church opposes, is limited to dissemination of information and to leave decision and methods  of birth control to married couples. That is conflicting and is non re-conciliatory with government’s acts of distributing free condoms and other contraceptives.

Government has been giving away those things since several past administrations. Malacañang spokesperson has acknowledged their acts defending them. Was the President only thinking loud of his wishes on the matter when he issued his statement? Reality showed different from what he said.

The Catholic Church has always opposed artificial birth control, which is behind their now stiff opposition to the passing of the RH bill in general. Population control is a World program. It has governments for its conduits. It is also being pushed by Non-government [NGOs] and private organizations. Everything going on in there is, in fact, old. But for government to put  the matter into law is now met by the Church as something very different.

At the side, I suppose Juan dela Cruz will also be spending multi-billions of pesos on those contraceptives, next time, instead of the international grants at present? Money is not really the issue. Our system of accounting public funds is. It is one nagging issue in everywhere of our bureaucracy. Multi billions, almost all in the administration of President Arroyo, have not been accounted  yet and it looks like they’ll have to be written off. Or maybe the new administration can deliver surprises for Juan dela Cruz regarding them?

Then in the midst of the controversy, like an intermission in a play, entered tour guide named Carlos Celdran who made a dramatic show during a mass in the Manila Cathedral known home of the Philippine bishops. He looked very amusing in a Jose Rizal costume, which is a Charlie Chaplin outfit, actually.

But not contented with the big placard he carried that said DAMASO, the name of an abusive Church friar in Dr. Jose Rizal’s novel, he also yelled at the bishops for their meddling in the proposed RH bill. Anti-friar Jose Rizal himself might have been horrified by Mr. Celdran! If somebody does that to you in your house would not that  be invective and disrespect?  Let’s think of religion and religious beliefs and respect for them irregardless of sect.

Yes, the church is considered a house of God and is open to all, but… Hand cuffed, taken away and detained I guess Mr. Celdran has got it coming. Public scandal, maybe, or something like that? I really don’t know. And I guess his best defense would be for his lawyer to plea ‘insanity’ or ‘temporary insanity’, I’m not really sure. I am a carpenter.

Forgive him fathers. He said he has no regret whatsoever for what he did. Maybe the church is losing its grip on the young generation of Filipinos. Mr. Celdran, released on bail, has now become an overnight sensation that is heard to be reaping ‘raves in cyberspace’!

Where were we…But, I think, for the President, the issue has spilled beyond morality, beyond what is right and what is wrong with using condoms, with RH bill.

Saying one thing and doing another thing. The President and his men has got more reasons to be careful of their acts together because at the end of the day, the buck stops with [him], as he had said with the Quirino hostage crisis. Yes, folks, he pays for all his men and he knew that.

Saying one thing and doing another thing. The matter has got many ugly kapatid [relatives] not seen yet, for the President to be caught seated on that spot, or for him to be seen with, everywhere he goes, everything he does, again, again and again!?

As the Smoke Clears

The king of comedy, the king of boxing, and the king of entertainment turned out to be not three kings but three stooges!

Well, we all live in our own virtual  world. Everything is real but only in so far as each world of virtual reality.

Meantime, in the objective world, it proves only that things sold primarily by their own merits and not really because of who endorsed them. At the end of it all, Manny P is still the best boxer – now another head to count in congress, while Willie R is the highest paid entertainer, and Dolphy is still Dolphy always the comedian. And, mommy Deonisia, whose movie flopped, is no more than the mother of the boxing champ, no more and any less. Popular actor Kabayan Edu for Vice president did not win in any province. Not even big winner Noynoy swayed his voters for a clean Aquino-Roxas swift sweep in the race.

Some popular Stars won and some of them did not. The politics of popularity as alleged and believed by some is history and has become a myth.

I guess we all live inside our own well, drinking our own concoctions too, and got intoxicated ourselves! I mean, make-believe affects only people who live inside that world of make-believe. And pastor Quiboloy exists only in his own little different world far from being a king maker in Philippine politics. There is only one proven religious vote in the Philippines and that is the Iglesia Ni Kristo.  [And they used to be very discreet about it because in some places and times it could also be a kiss of death.] However, majority of Christian Filipinos believe in the separation of church and state, in Democracy. Politics is another intricate world by itself very distinct from religion and entertainment.

Interesting however is [the defeat of] Mar Roxas who has been a consistent winner in all the surveys until a week or two before election. Between him and Jejo Binay are about 800 thousand votes which meant only a difference of around 400 thousand votes, actually. I guess a lot of small mistakes seemingly insignificant blunders by him accumulated to a considerable loss. Also, Chizz Escuderos’ endorsement of Binay where there is even ground, I think, paid. And also, while everyone tried to identify with the “masa” I guess Mr Binay edged.

But I think one of the biggest misfortune of Mr. Mar Roxas was the absence of the Erap factor in the vice presidency. What’s that? If Erap was barred from running it can be said that Senator Manny Villar would have possibly probably won.  At the onset, apparently everyone saw Erap as their advantage to have really questioned the matter which in one such petition the Supreme Court decided in favor of Erap anyway.

The Erap and the Villar votes sum up greater than the Aquino votes. And what we see Aquino votes is probably less if the opportunistic block votes – the types who, for their reasons go only with who they see is sure winner, are fragmented.  Unlike in the presidency, the race in the vice presidency became more of a one-on-one contest between Mr. Roxas and Mr. Binay.

With the PCOS reports at over 90% in, and still hoping victory, Mr Roxas needs banging howling unbelievable miracle to overturn history from this point.  What’s that? That’s my description of matter that people won’t be able to explain and that nobody will believe anyway.

Some 90% results by COMELEC/PPCRV in about 48 hours is amazing in the history of elections in the country.

I missed writing posts these past two months. Filipinos indeed “celebrate Presidential elections as if  ……. “. I usually write with the situation out there in mind i.e. what the nation is feeding in real time, that which I feel is interesting. However, in the case of the presidential election, that being the situation, I thought it better observing at the side rather than joining the fray.

But, really, in the community where I have lived, life was as normal as could be all the while of the election period.  Yes, Sire/Ma’am, there exists a so called silent majority in politics. It is one world where I would like to believe I belong in. Or, maybe it is the world where I used to be, because by authoring a blog I have, in fact, now become part of the noisy minority. Partisan and politicized people comprise a very minor part of communities, of the whole nation, actually. Politics for many Filipinos is simply looking at their left, looking at their right, and then casting their votes.

The loud difference is in media and also in the world of high-tech communications – the internet. Indeed, it was mostly about politics in connection with the May 10th polls in there. There were the pre-election surveys and the noise that came with them. There were all the noise about the first automated election in the country and about the machines to be used. There were all the noise about the candidates; some did not even spare their cats and dogs.  And a lot more in politics for Filipinos.

I guess media, or should I say people running media, simply dished out what they think should be fed the nation – or what they think would interest the nation. And they can’t be wrong because the place is where intellectuals, most of them are very concerned of issues related to governance, are mostly tuned in for information. Filipino farmers and farm workers are more interested in radio and TV soap operas than by anything else. And generally, they are computer illiterates.

For those bored by televisions I guess nobody can do anything about it. Like one radio commentator I heard once, that if people did not like what she’s been saying on air, then people should throw away their transistor radios out the window!  Like, if you feel indignant because absurd people like mommy Deonisia [I never met anybody who approved of her!] is being forced on your senses, then bash your TV. No, we don’t do that. Since there is no escaping, the trick is to learn to be tolerant. We are a free country allowing freedom of beliefs as well as freedom of expressions. You can be more tolerant by identifying each thing and putting them in their perspective folders of the mind so you don’t get mixed up, polluted, hurt inside, or worse corrupted by some of them. [Bio-computers do not have ability to delete. They can only modify what is in the memory.]

Expect all noises to linger a while over something that is all-time loud – politics.  Haahhh, is not it nice for Filipinos that election has [almost] left 🙂

Trick or Threat?

Halloween just went. In the Philippines, which is predominantly Roman Catholic, yesterday in the calendar was All Souls Day. Every Filipino family, or at least member, has been to the cemetery to visit the dead ones. Every Town, village and locality has a Fiesta day.  This is Filipino tradition, Hispanic in origin. Filipinos brought or extended festival to the cemeteries.  Halloween as fiesta for all cemeteries has now become national tradition of Filipinos. Because of complaints, many cemeteries have banned liquor and music by late generation, though. Marginalized indigenous Filipinos do not have Halloween season. After sending the dead off, Indigenous Filipinos simply regard burial grounds as all-time reverend.

Philippine Halloween Celebration is November 1 and 2, which are All Saints day and All Souls day respectively. In Hiligaynon, All Souls day is translated Tigkalalag or Tagkalalag [root Kalag, to unintangle/departed] translated: time of, for spirit, soul, or ghost. In Pilipino, the national language, the day is called Araw ng mga kaluluwa – literally Day of the spirits/souls/ghosts, and also Araw ng mga patay or Day of the departed /dead. Another word for  All  Souls day is Undas, whatever that word actually means as nobody can tell the origin and meaning.

The season is one of the heaviest in term of  human traffic,  of people going to and from urban centers and the provinces.

All soul’s day celebration is a mix of old tribal and Church customs thrown into one. Old Malay custom in the celebration, for example, is preparation of delicacies, mostly sweetened rice preparations, that is or are offered to the dead. Offering is usually done in some quiet corner of the house or in cemeteries. Originally, offering of food is done where spirit is or are believed to be, of no specific time or special day.

Burning of candles for offering is Church influence. Urban Filipinos have developed a weird practice of burning candles in front of homes and in sidewalks on All Souls day. Here in Payatas, many homes had it and everybody now is doing it. There was nothing like that in the place some ten or fifteen years ago. I guess many Filipinos who have migrated to urban areas have no opportunity to visit their dead because of social and or financial constraints, so they expressed it in, around the homes, and in the streets.

We do have western Trick or Treat that has gotten into our culture. I first encountered this in Marikina some twenty five years ago. I opened the door surprised to see some kids in ridiculous costumes demanding candies! I could not give them some sticky rice cake we did have in the house so I gave them the go-away-from-here threat 🙂

And, yes, Floral offerings. I remember, flowers used to be daily decoration of homes, schools, offices, churches.  It is also given to special people. Philippine cemeteries are now full of them on All Souls day. A very lucrative business during the celebration. Flowers for the loved ones that’s how it is. The influence is western and modern in the country.

What a week. I mean it’s all been scary ghosts and Para normal movies dished out in TV everywhere I switched. I had settled for Flatliners starring Keifer Sutherland, Julia Roberts and other familiar faces I know I can tell when I see their names flashed again.

It’s one movie I’ve seen before, actually, that I decided to see again because I could not remember very well what it was all about. The movie is about a group of medical students who secretly experimented with death experience. They took turns experiencing being dead. Death as defined by the movie is cessation of breathing, heart beat, and electrical activities in the body, as in real dead. By turns they put one of them to total sleep, or dead. Then the subject is stimulated back to life when it was at the limit where they can be brought back.

What the film showed of people while they were in their dead moments can never be real. What the subjects told after they were resurrected was their story, their nightmares, their Imaginations. Our characters were there dead on the experiment table. They were there being watched by their live peers ready to revive them when it is time. Subjects were there at the table all the time. That they were going places and meeting people while their body lay dead is but a dream and cannot be real. I guess nobody can really tell or impart what goes when a person has gone dead.

Now, that reminds me about nightmares. Nightmare, from people who have experienced them, is dream, scary dream, a product of  the mind. Most people translate the word nightmare to Bangungot. Bangungot and nightmare are not the same. They may have similarities. Nightmare in Hiligaynon is Daman, scary dream, like when a person wakes up screaming running away from something not there.

I have experienced nightmares in my boyhood. I can no longer recall most of them except that they were usually associated with scary folklore, or dreams near those I saw  in scary movies. From the experiences, I have learned ability to re-awaken myself. Like, ‘hey, I don’t like this; this is a dream’ so, I woke up. I have only one unforgettable  nightmare. It was nothing to do with  the metaphysical or supernatural world. Whew! I woke up really panting and to remember the nightmare all these past 25 years. What about? I was with wife and three toddlers in some crowded city street I did not know where.  Suddenly they were not with me. I ran everywhere looking for them and asking strangers if they knew. I lost them! thanks God it’s just a dream.

Bangungot or Hupa the Killer Disease

People have died in their sleep.  That’s  Bangungot. It’s known as Hupa in Hiligaynon.  Bangungot is also a Hiligaynon word. In there, bangungot and hupa are not the same. Bangungot in Hiligaynon means asphyxia or near-asphyxia  like when one has a severe case of nasal congestion. Hupa or calm after [storm, rage, etc] is one major killer of Filipinos. I believe it killed more than many people think. The figure is around half of all natural deaths in the community where I have lived since 1984. Old people dying make no wonder. Young healthy people suddenly dead bring out many stirs.

The young actor Rico Yan died, as medico legal said, something of disorder of the pancreas during his sleep. A taxi driver neighbor died, blood oozing out his mouth and nose, while taking a short nap at a parking lot. He was diagnosed a cardiac arrest. Another neighbor living next door could not be awakened one morning. He was breathing but pale except for his lips that had darkened. Hospital declared him clinically dead of stroke. Yet another was dismissed by people as caused by his drinking habit and for going to bed drunk. Elvis Presley and Michael Jackson might not be different from them.

Bangungot is something I think people know little about because apparently most victims of bangungot did not live to tell the experience. I have been searching for survivors but I saw only people who apparently say things that they have heard and not out of experience. There must be survivors or there won’t be many stories. Some of the stories are in fact very old like the folklore about the Aswang that I think is a product of bangungot. Bangungot is something physical and real but perceptions and imaginations, which are unreal, might have been added to them by survivors. I suspect some writers of scary movies have gone through the experience.

I happen to be one survivor. It first happened when I was around eighteen. The Tiktik is real. It is a nocturnal flying creature nobody can tell the look, but makes a sound that gave it its name. [It probably is a kind of bat, or irregular sound made by some of them] That when there is a Tiktik there is an Aswang or evil being not far behind. I was a stranger in a place. A nice couple had said that it was safe if I slept inside the house. People had died in the locality killed by aswang, they said. I belong to the generation that no longer believes in many old tales. In some places and times, I could have laughed the matter off as I always did. In fact earlier that evening I did.

A tiktik did make a pass later that night. It triggered bangungot in me. It must have been instinctive like, ‘hey, wake up, you have an appointment and you’re already late!’ only it said like ‘hey, danger around!’

Then I realized I could not move. I tried to scream for help but I realized I had no control. Odom or damned by evil spirit is what the folklore has said about that. I have no control of my body except perhaps my eyelids. Vision was hazy but yes, there was some control because I was able to shut any light coming in. It must have been instinctive not to want to see things. Consciousness, yes, which was exactly why it was most scary. I was in panic. I did not only feel my heartbeats, I thought I heard my heart pounding very fast and hard. There was loud ringing in my ears like a lingering aftershock of a powerful firecracker exploded too close . I suppose it was caused by sudden and extreme blood pressure. That the aswang was there and it was staring down at me [in the manner of the alien getting the smell of helpless Segourney Weaver] well, I did imagine it. I had almost felt the presence of some supernatural being. However, nothing touched me. I heard nothing except the snore of my sleeping companion, as I was not alone. I did not see a thing because vision was shut.

Have you ever tried lifting a truck? At least the truck lifted a little. The efforts, the emotion, the feeling, while under bangungot were more than that. All efforts are useless. I could have blown my heart attempting to move a finger or a toe. [How fast can the human heart go? Probably any figure is short. They are records from live subjects and do not include heartbeats that blew organs and killed people. I could have blown a lung, an ear, a pancreas, a brain cell, some weakest link, lucky I did not. Few more bouts happened in the months that followed. And then for nearly two decades I had none of them until it kept recurring again. About a dozen times in all, maybe, because it never came to me to record the count. Latest occurrence was about 9 years ago.

I remember the second experience was scary absurd, funny you might say. It was the Tiktik again! I thought I saw a human silhouette as my shutters opened that by second instinct I also closed as fast. “You cannot touch me, devil!” is all I can say in myself. This time I really felt it breathed down on my face. Nevertheless, no, I felt my hand was lifted and placed on its head! “No, you are not real, devil! This is a dream! I am sick! It is just my mind playing against myself! I have a disorder!”

Back to reality later, everything must have been a dream. My mind must have been mixed up or confused between reality and imaginations.

The latest was most interesting. It settled the last lingering doubts whether consciousness is real or not. It happened in daytime and not in the stillness of the nights when they usually occurred. Children were yelling and laughing in the street while I was in it. There was nothing to do but listened to them most of the time. They were there all right when I regained myself. I also happened to be facing where the wall clock was so I noted the time was not far different. The tiktik and the aswang were finished and gone long time ago. I think bangungot is too complicated to explain in brief.

To explain it in near medico terms, by some cause I must have been through temporary comatose state. A near death situation. Mind is helpless over the body. They have always been scary. Every time always seemed the end. One may regain oneself or one may not. In my experience, things went like these: 1 Struggle 2 Resignation 3 Calm 4 Blank [no idea how long or brief] 5 wake up [automatic]. In later experiences, struggle has been done away. That leaves 1 Resignation 2 Calm 3 Blank 4 either wake up, or back to normal sleep to summarize the experience later. I guess sad will be when blankness turns to final sleep. For most Bangungot cases, I suppose there were only struggle that ended in permanent sleep.

How does one regain the self in a very helpless situation? You cannot. You just regained. I guess I was lucky my mind was equipped enough to overcome the situation especially the first time it happened. The mind is all you have since body cannot be willed in such situation. Thinking is all the mind can do. And when it is clear that there is no way, mind started to wish. Wishing is praying, and praying is wishing… helpless resignation.

As taught by bangungot, prayers that I learned when I was a kid are mostly trash. Since then, I have archived almost all in some dark corner of my mind. Praying for Saint Cory will not help. Maybe, impromptu and direct ones are better. There is only one prayer valid at the end of the road that I will not even change a word. For me, guess what, it is the only prayer that makes sense. The Credo left only one sentence intact and valid. Well, what worked for one may not work for all, vice versa. The Absolute of people is variable, so mine here are no rules.

Bangungot is like driving a car to the max with its clutch down or its gears in neutral. Let us put it another way. Bangungot is as if my CPU just hung. I happened to be equipped with automatic restart or reboot. On second thought, maybe I was not. Just some finger simply decided to push Restart button for me and I was not time for the junk yard. 🙂

related post: [Mind over body]

Cory as Saint, Time Fast Reverse

I’ve been to my Dashboard and I noticed that the article I put up for my personal tribute to the late, former President Corazon C Aquino, has topped all my posts in numbers of views made in a single day. Titled Hero of time, Preserving the Naked Legacies, it was published in my page section. Why in the page section is because I was then able to set it to front page, as stand alone by itself. It stayed there as such for 10 days, which is more than the 9 day mourning period, customary and traditional of Filipinos.  Normally, my Home page is made up of five posts starting from the latest. They slide away, articles and links, as posts keep adding. In the Page section, article may no longer be in the spotlight but the link remains, always seen, unless the article itself is deleted.

I think the number of views is also due to interactions I made elsewhere that linked back to my site. One of them is in some article about making Ms Corazon C Aquino a saint, by the Church. I can’t help it but I came to the extent of saying that the Roman Catholic priest that favored the proposed sainthood is either drunk or is mixed up in politics and piousness. I see, the authors of the publication cannot publicize my comment. [I’m not handsome, so why cannot they show me? :-)]

That former President Aquino is a hero of the Filipino people is no question about it. I agree she topped all presidents, from Emilio Aguinaldo up to the present, when it comes to respect. In her case I prefer the word “respect” instead of “popularity”. As we have seen, even the Marcoses and the Estradas that she was instrumental in overthrowing, were there at the wake. Meaning, everybody went there to pay last homage and respect deserving one former President.

Numbers  showed that Cory is most respected of all Filipino Presidents. But the matter is politics. [Benigno Ninoy Aquino surpassed all in number of mourners, actually.]

Vox populi vox Dei, as a general rule, must be true. But popularity as the basis for sainthood is out of place. Because popularity and righteousness are NOT ALWAYS one and the same. Jesus Christ was nailed to the cross because Pontius Pilatus, the Politician, decided in favor of an overwhelming crowd. If it was Pontius Pilatus, the Righteous, who had stood up then the crowd would have been told to go home, and the man he saw no wrong would have been set free. Anyway, knowing very well the situation and knowing very well what he has done, Pontius washed his hands. He must have wished he had none of stinking political matter in his hands.

Justice cannot see and does not see a handful of individuals in one hand and Sodom and Gomorrah in the other hand. It sees only what is right and what is wrong. Justice do not see numbers.

Where were we. Ah, Cory Aquino as saint.  I, for one, frown Corazon C Aquino for sainthood.  Some people have used the word selfless to describe her. I have preferred to use  “unselfish” to describe her instead.

Sainthood and Selflessness.

If we put selfishness at zero and selflessness at one hundred, Mother Theresa may not be a perfect 100 but she happened to be my idea of one who is selfless. Lorenzo Ruiz, a nobody until canonized by the Church, I think also earned it. If Ruiz thought of self and told his Japanese persecutors what they would have loved to hear, then Ruiz would have been spared from torture and death. He proved selflessness for his faith.

I’m not talking about who is right and who is wrong in this here, or why people are killing each other, but I just can’t imagine blood spilled in Mendiola Bridge and in Hacienda Luisita with selfless Mother Theresa as President of the Republic of the Philippines and as owner of a Hacienda.

Tributes and respect deserving one Filipino great, yes. To kneel to as a Saint… for all the faithfuls…umm…oh…well, folks?

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