Evelyn Zaragoza

Evelyn Zaragoza

Ang mga senyor na Pilipino dito sa Australia ay masasaya silang lahat sa kanilang buhay lalo na pagnagsamasama silang lahat namamasyal sa isang lugar o kaya kapag dumarating ang kanilang pagpupulong o kasayahan ang kanilang samahan gaya 

     ang nakikita natin sa larawan silang lahat ay masisigla at masasaya . Ngunit magkakaiba ang kanilang  kaligayahan na dinmaranas sa buhay ng sarili nilang pamilya. Mayroon nakatira sa bahay ng kanilang mga anak at ang iba naman ay nakabukod sa kanilang

     mga anak at namumuhay ng sarili.

                      Ang nakatira sa kanilang mga anak ay masasaya sila dahil nagkakasundo at kapiling nila ang kanilang mga apo, At ang nakabukod naman sa kanilang pamilya ay masasaya rin sila, yan lang naislamang mamuhay na nagsosolo at magkaroon sila ng sariling

    tahanan kasundo rin nila ang kanilang mga anak at apo, ngunit ang mahalaga sa kanila ay magkaroon sila ng sariling tahanan. Isa pang dahilan kung bakit nais nilang mamuhay ng sarili parang maiwasan ang anumang salita ng kanilang mga anak  at manugangna na hindi

    magandang pakinggan kung hindi na silang kayang tumulong sa gawain sa kanilang bahay dahil sa kanilang katandaan ay mahina na ng kanilang mga katawan. At isa pang dahilan upang hindi mabago ang maganda nilang pagtitinginan ng bawat pamilya, kaya ang 

    ibang mga senyor ay nagdisiyon na lang bumukod sa kanilang pamilya.

                      Sa kanilang pagsosolo sa kanilang bahay ay mayroon silang paboritong kanta para sa kanilang mga anak, ito ang kanilang ina-awit pagsila ay nasa bahay nila, at ang pamagat ay " Kahit Kunting Pagtingin na Nanggagaling sa Inyo" Kaya sa pamamagitan

     ng kulom na ito gusto nilang ipaabot o kaya pakiusap sa kanilang mahal sa buhay lalong-lalo na sa mga ibang anak na masyadong abala sa kanilang mga gawain, na sana pagdating nila sa kanilang  tahanan kahit anong oras ng gabi bago sila matulog kahit isang saglit

     lamang  paki tawagan sana sa kanilang telepono upang  kumustahin ang kanilang mga magulang,  upang alamin ang kanilang kalagayan dahil karamihan ng mga senyor ay  nagkakaedad na sila marami na sa kanila nagkakaroon na mga sakit ng katawan,

     nagala-ala sila sa kanilang pagtulog ay sumpongin ng kanilang sakit at hindi na sila kayang tumawag ng saklolo sa kanilang kapit-bahay o kaya sa kanilang mga anak, sa panahon ng daglian pangangailangan .

                       Gaya kamakailan lamang isa naman kasamahang senyor ng pumanao o namatay na  nag-iisa  sya sa kanyang bahay  bigla sya sinumpog ang ang kanyang sakit at hindi na  siyang nakayang tumawag ng  saklolo o sa kanilang mga kapit-bahay. Nalaman

     na lang ang kanyang kapit-bahay ay patay. at hindi man lamang nakausap ang kanilang mga anak bago namatay. Kaya ito ang paki-usap ng mga senyor sa kanilang ibang mga anak na  sana Kahit Kunting Pagtingin lang sana sa  kanila.

Thursday, 22 November 2018 15:46

MISS EARTH AUSTRALIA 2018

Miss Earth Australia 2018 was presented by Salone by V Guilletta PTY LTD with Maria James as the founder of Miss Earth Australia. 

 Miss Earth Australia is a national beauty pageant that promotes awareness of environmental issues at grass root level. The contestants spread among their communities across Australia the need to protect the environment and mother earth through various activities within their communities (e.g., water preservation, recycling, plantation, etc), spanning over about 6 months from their registration as contestants in Miss Earth Australia to the final ceremony for the selection of Miss Earth Australia held last 8th of September 2018.
 
   Our pageant is part of Miss Earth International, which has organisation in about 120 countries worldwide and is now one of the world’s top three international beauty pageants.
 
  Contestants come from all States and Territories. The winner, Miss Earth Australia 2018, Monique Shippen travels to the international pageant in Manila to compete against candidates from around the world.
 
  Part of the contestant activities during her environmental campaign, she encourages relatives, friends, and the local community to plant trees because they remove carbon dioxide from the atmosphere. Our sponsors are also encouraged to plant trees to inspire those around them, including their employee, families, friends, suppliers, and clients) to initiate their own tree planting program. A national tree planting scheme can make a huge difference to the atmosphere and also to the general attitude in the community about the environment and pollution. We believe that small steps lead to bigger steps and, on a national scale, they add up to a significant cumulative achievement. Australians are very concerned about the wellbeing of the environment. They want to do something that is significant and achievable. This is an opportunity for your business to support our cause and to be recognized by the community as socially and environmentally responsible.
 
   On 3rd of November 2018 at the Arena Mall of Asia in Manila will held the coronation night of Miss Earth International Pageant. Monique Shippen will be the ninth Australian candidate has been sent to the said pageant. 

Thursday, 22 November 2018 15:44

The Continuing APCO SAGA  

The Continuing APCO SAGA
 
Since the time the Unification Movement began and ended with a paper reconciliation between PCC and APCO and problems reignited once again with the latter’s controversy-laden election of new office bearers, everything seems to have been polarised, literally dividing the APCO alliance into two sharply opposing factions.
 
Metaphorically speaking, what befell APCO is akin to the whiskered bamboo fairy tale splitting into two-halves, a two-ness not in the persons of Malakas or Maganda but in the characters of Madame Escultura and Madame Paras, two lady Presidents fighting for APCO Presidency thus splitting the organization into pro- this and anti—that, like two   souls with two thoughts and two conflicting ideals in the once wholesome but now split “dark” body.
 
“It is not the act itself that is salvific, the disposition alone is what saves.”
 
Despite this rather bleak scenario some beautiful people emerged and so I dedicate the self-concocted quotable quote above to these special people. It is a giant effort to pay tribute to the following dramatic personae who have bravely worn the “masks of the drama” that has been swiftly unfolding before our very eyes, namely:
 
---to Evelyn Zaragoza, my publisher for inspiring me to join hands with her redemptive efforts towards unification/reconciliation at a time when almost everyone has written it off their minds;   
--- to Jhun Salazar for dedicatedly “Fathering” the APCO Inc. that in context, he is best and more suitably befitting to be called one of the true selfless founders and not just allow someone to lay claim to the title as Founding President;
--- to Cora Paras for “for taking up the cudgels of “Mothering a suddenly motherless association usurped by power-hungry false prophets who present themselves in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ferocious wolves.
----to Benjie de Ubago who has consistently and inexhaustibly conducted investigative reporting in our community  unmindful of the fact that the very truth she espouses exposes and hurts some people most often than not;
... to Mesdames Serna Ladia and Elsa Collado, whose womanly virtues,  singularity of purpose,  and plurality of good deeds spell infinite value to our community at large and provide equanimity against the  over-zealous chauvinism in PCC as the one and only  peak body in our immediate environs in NSW;
--- to Jimmy Lopez for his ever-readiness to extend a helping hand even if he is always questioned as to the real measure of his vision and mission;
--- and last but not least, to the indefatigable partnership of husband and wife Ruben and Cen Amores for cultivating a culture of impunity and redefining to the community at large, what true leaders are not.
  
FALLEN OFF THE RADAR
 
The once seemingly encompassing encroachment of the old powers that be in the realm of APCO Inc. might have totally fallen off the radar but it does not mean that high-intensity conflict between the two divided groups in APCO has stopped raging on.
 
No longer just a purely internal conflict, pundits and armchair philosophers opine that if this deep-seated social and spiritual  malady persists it is likely to blow up into  civil conflict considered to be one of the most devastating social phenomena in this whole new world. Suffice it to say, in extreme cases, they often have staggeringly unimaginable tolls and toils we do not even wish to think of.
 
Trouble is, the ego beckons, and ambition pushes people to forge ahead. No they will not just bow out and give the floor to the other party.
 
Just witness the spate of things like the especially unpleasant stuff which has become the order of the day – a large number of them happening or appearing one after the other in a blink of an eye.
 
An example is the continuing series of damning testimonies emanating from the Escultura-Amores camp condemning the Paras-Salazar group. Initially the latter refused to dignify the former’s  pronouncements and just fanning off the flames and venom in such broadly indiscriminate and wholesale exaggerated public announcements they have reduced to  empty boasts and threats.
 
However, the atmosphere has been so tense and emotionally charged so much so that the state of affairs has been placed in agitation or turmoil with resentments seething and simmering between rivals.
 
ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT
For a while, it was all quiet on the Western front, an old colloquial expression that comes to mind to suggest the stagnation, or lack of visible change or definitive action in APCO affairs.
 
It took all of six months. Whereas in the beginning, the Paras-Salazar position was wont to take things gently, morally, and constitutionally. They lingered on the side of safety and chose to ignore what the other camp was doing in favor of something more important to them which is the over-all pooling of resources, strategies, and means. They believe that Escultura-Amores grouping will pass with flying colours or that methodically they were giving the other party enough rope to hang themselves with. Sooner or later they may fall into obscurity or simply disappear from public view
 
The wise men of the Escultura-Amores camp outwitted them. Moving so fast, they consolidated forces, elected new officers and totally revoked the memberships of Paras, Salazar, Hayward and Price whilst radically suspending suspended the others (Trinidad, Ford et al)  
 
Worse, the penny wise, pound foolish Paras-Salazar group awoke to discover one day that the Escultura-Amores group has done it again -- virtually withdrawing much of the hard-earned/saved APCO funds and reopened a new bank account to safety the money they just want to expedite for themselves never to be touched by the Paras-Salazar group.  
 
For its part the aggrieved Paras Salazar group has simultaneously written a letter of demand to Jimmy Lopez to fully liquidate the initial withdrawal of APCO funds to the tune of 13 thous and something. Consequently, they also lodged an official complaint to the bank seeking possible recovery of another 12 thousand that was withdrawn effortlessly by Jimmy Lopez acting as new Treasurer of the new signatories the bank seemed to have approved with complicity not even questioning why the sudden change of signatories when there has been an earlier modus operandi that has caused the bank to freeze the account. A simple phone call to the former set of Paras-Salazar signatories could have been done unless there is some complicity somewhere.  
 
As of this writing we gathered that the Paras-Salazar group is making representations with Fair Trading to set the records straight. Fair dinkum!
 
THE ‘ACTION’ OF TUMBALONG X_MAS PROJECT SPEAKS LOUDER THAN THE ‘WORDS’ of  UNIFICATION in that FAMOUS JOINT STATEMENT that was ALL SOUND and FURY SIGNIFYING NOTHING
 
Meantime, Christmas is fast approaching.
 At the press conference last 10th October at the Philippine Consulate re. the Pasko sa Tumbalong Park we discovered that this  annual project is now apparently singularly being pursued by PCC minus their past partner in the initial 3-years of operation, the Department of Trade.
 
The good news, however, is that PCC is not in principle, entirely going it alone. In more ways than one, there is an exciting bonus featuring the direct participation of newly-elected APCO Inc President Cora Paras as well as Board Director LindaTrinidad as Members of the Committee in-charge of the Choral festival at the same time acting as panel members of the jury substantially stepping up the artistic handling of this new project over and beyond the other standard fares and programs.
   
At the open forum, I took the liberty to call attention once again to that which I wrote in my September issue editorial specifically owing to what I called a “poignant metaphor” to the act itself of re-electionist Serna Ladia (wearing two hats as PCC President and as a radio broadcaster herself)   along with Elsa Collado and Ethel Singson in honouring the invite to the historic press conference held last 4th Sep. by the Paras-Salazar entourage.
 
This gesture on the part of PCC was being reciprocated by APCO’s full force attendance at the Pasko press conference which to me, vivified a more genuine testament to unification and reconciliation more than the slap bang “perfunctory show” staged at the Consulate with no less than the formerly long- estranged leaders (Amoreses representing APCO) and (PCC past and present leaders) forging a joint statement that was all noise but signified nothing.
    
Action always speaks louder than words which in this case became meaningless in that it turned out to be a mere show of force engineered by the Consulate to put a dot, ergo, a fitting closure to the PCHN-induced Unification Movement.
 
 ADDITIONAL BOW IN THE ARROW & END OF AUTHORITARIAN RULE
 
The point I’m driving at that I refer to as a more poignant metaphor of unified relationship is indubitably happening now more than ever between the Cora Paras-Jun Salazar APCO group and the PCC much like an additional bow in the arrow.
 
More seriously it marks the end of the old authoritarian, dictatorial rule that once characterised APCOS leadership that would not lift a finger nor extend a hand to PCC ever in their lifetime.
 
That is now a thing of the past. Full stop.  .  
 
Along this vein, I suddenly recall the scintillating statement of Jun Salazar when he said that “APCO was not founded by a single individual, and for anyone to claim that she is the founder is a gross misstatement and great insult to many men and women who helped establish APCO from day one. The act of promoting oneself as a founder is a selfish manifestation by someone who needed to bolster an image at the expense of the silent majority in order to gain authority and exert influence over others.”
 
AMEN. HALLELUIAH, PRAISE THE LORD!
 

The “priestly” Salazar said it all. But then again, these are mere words. It remains to be seen how the new APCO board can unfetter itself from the clutches and influences of the former regime. 
FERVENT PRAYERS
One highly respected community leader has put it succinctly wwhen he opines : " Precisely, the reason why the Amoreses go to great lengths in choosing and anointing the President-cum- loyal surrogate or subordinate is beause they want to hold on to power and control. . Remember that’s exactly what happened to the poor past pawn of a past president, Pet Storey. Good on her she has awakened and found her wits again as to join up with the Paras-Salazar group. “

It is our fervent prayer that this whole brouhaha will end in the best possible way. We repeat the personal question Cora Paras personally emailed to Escultura. “How sure are you that the Amoreses shall be with you all the way?"

True indeed, when push comes to shove,  and reality bites, then we experience and chant along with Shakespeare’s Hamlet, “Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles.”
 
Again, we await what’s going to happen with tense expectations. (All Rights Reserved)  

Thursday, 22 November 2018 15:40

The Escape Artist By J. Dela Torre

The Escape Artist
By J. Dela Torre

All that Rolando wanted was to get a decent-paying job in Japan, save enough and return to the Philippines after a few years, perhaps go into business with the savings. He ended up going to Japan under illegal circumstances, and was an undocumented worker, hopping from one employer to another, for more than 20 years in a country which prides itself for its efficiency in spotting and weeding out illegal workers. He had outsmarted and eluded Japanese immigration authorities, driving around Japan without a license, for two decades, and would’ve stayed on longer, if it were not for his failing health.
Rolando is originally from Cabanatuan, Nueva Ecija, but on his teenage years, had been bitten by the adventure bug and found himself seeking his fortune in Cotabato City. A family friend who had just come from Mindanao had told Rolando that his uncle whom he had not seen for years was in Cotabato and was a neighbor of the family friend.
Not being a college graduate, he worked odd jobs both for the private sector and the government in Cotabato, but things didn’t work out for him, so when an opportunity came to move to another place in Mindanao, he didn’t dilly-dally. He packed his bags and took a long bus trip to Lupon, Davao Oriental, where rumors had it that the government was giving away public lands. Having wangled one hectare for himself in Banay-Banay, he set about raising a family in nearby Lupon. He married a lass from Batac, Ilocos Sur, an elementary school teacher. It was his wife who encouraged him to continue his education at the Lupon Junior College, where he reached third year.
Again, the plan misfired. Because of the multiple claimants to the public lands, the case was brought to court and eventually, a settlement was reached, and Rolando ended up with just half a hectare.
Rolando was already on his third year in college when he got wind of a recruitment activity for Japan in Lupon. He decided to grab the opportunity, and managed to put together P200,000 for the placement fee. He discovered later that he was going to use a passport with an assumed name, but he had no choice as he had already committed his money. Not long after, he along with two other young men from Lupon landed at Narita Airport, where they were met by a Filipino who brought them to a house in Narita City. He warned them never to go out of the house, as Japanese immigration officials were on the prowl. Rolando dismissed the warning as he had just arrived. He knew what he had was a visitor’s visa but as far as his limited knowledge of the issue was concerned, he had a right to stay in Japan and to go around at his own leisure. But he kept his counsel.
After two weeks, they received an all-clear signal, and they all fanned out to look for work. Rolando found one in a hotel, where he worked as room attendant. The two other guys from Lupon went off to Tokyo and Ibaraki, where they both found jobs as well.
A month later, trouble broke out. He had gone home for the day when he learned that immigration authorities were on their way to escort home some Filipino housemates who had been arrested in their work places, to pack up their things. Rolando was questioned too but he showed his passport to one of the immigration officials. Since the official didn’t know any English, the matter hanged while calls were made to headquarters. Finally, the officials decided to let Rolando go, and bundled off the illegal Filipino workers to detention. Before they boarded the immigration van, the leader of the Filipino group handed the lease contract to the house to Rolando. This meant Rolando was now responsible for the rent and other house expenses. I will have to move, he thought.
When one of the guys from Lupon came home, he learned of the incident and immediately called his boss, who operated a bento-packing business. One thing led to another, and Rolando ended up working for the new employer, packing sushis and other Japanese take-out food into neat plastic containers, ready for delivery to millions of nameless Japanese too busy to cook their own food, or to eat out. They worked there for several weeks, but knowing their visas were due to expire, they decided to go their separate ways.
Rolando found himself in the former municipality of Yokoshiba, which had since merged in 2006 with another municipality to form Yokoshibahikari. There he found an employer who constructed wave-breakers, which looked like giant concrete jackstones, and concrete artificial reefs. After a few months, when business at the new employer slowed down, he transferred at the behest of his employer to another construction company, which produced concrete manhole covers. He was afraid this was another temporary job, but Rolando ended working for two years with this new employer.
When business at the manhole manufacturer workshop went through a temporary shutdown, it was time for Rolando to move on. This time it was a junk-car recycling plant, and his job was the dirtiest and the most dangerous. He burned tires as fuel to melt down aluminum and steel pieces from junked cars, and inhaled smoke from the burning tires 8 hours a day. The heat from the furnace was also unbearable, and even during winter, he had to wear layers of clothing. Even if he washed his work clothes, and wore them again, his skin burned and itched from exposure to aluminum residue in the clothing.
“Parang tinutusok ka ng libo-libong karayom,” was how Rolando described the pain when exposed to the melted aluminum. When he was done for the day, he looked like one of those coal miners with soot all over their faces,with just their eyes and teeth visible.
He didn’t last in the junk yard, and asked a Filipino friend to rescue him. A few weeks later, the friend came under cover of night. Rolando left behind uncollected pay equivalent to 400,000 yen, but he was glad to be out of there.
His next job, his sixth, was another construction firm which made pre-fabricated concrete base for houses and buildings. Work was paid well and plentiful. There was work even on Sundays, and Rolando was just too happy to oblige because he wanted to recover what he had lost at his last employer’s. But as time went on, their salaries began to be delayed. When they investigated, they found their present employer had owed a great deal of money to his past company, and when he engaged in business on his own as a contractor, the bank collected on his collectibles directly from his principals.
Rolando persevered, banking on a Japanese custom that money owed to workers which had accumulated over the year should be paid in whole at the end of the year. He was expecting to be paid 700,000 yen in unpaid wages, just enough to pay for a car he had already ordered. But his employer reneged on his promise and just paid him 160,000 yen. Fortunately, the friend who had bought the car for him because as an illegal worker he couldn’t do it on his own, agreed for Rolando to pay in installments. He tried coming back several times to his employer to collect, but was unsuccessful until the employer ended up in hospital for diabetes.
He went looking for another employer again, this time a club, where he worked as electrician. He felt right at home because there were more than 300 Filipinas employed there as entertainers. But the business didn’t last because the owner was a profligate, spending time in beerhouses, living it up like there was no tomorrow. Before long, the business folded up.
His search for a new employer led him to another construction firm which also made manhole covers. This was where he lost his right thumb. The employer had tried to fix a malfunctioning remote control which controlled the winch which lowered the manhole cover to its packaging, but he had cocked up the repair job, and the controls were reversed. When Rolando had covered the manhole cover with its cloth lining before the 200-kg piece was lowered, the employer who was at the controls, pressed the button to lower the manhole cover. Instead of lowering, the winch rolled the cable up, crushing Rolando’s right thumb.
The surgeon gave Rolando an option: did he want to amputate the crushed thumb, or did he want to save it but without the bone? If he chose the former, he would be entitled to 1,000,000 yen compensation, but if he chose the latter, he will be paid half. He chose the latter, and for the next two months, he reported to the clinic for his physical rehabilitation and medical check-up. The thumb was saved, but it’s just skin and muscle. One month into his rehab, he asked permission to work, and when he got it, even if his wound still hadn’t completely healed, he reported for work. Three months after going back to work, the steel rod inserted inside his thumb to assist in the healing, was removed.
Again, the cyclical nature of the construction business forced his employer to let Rolando go. He looked around once more and found a job with a large construction company specializing in building houses. He didn’t stay long. Then, another employer also in the construction business who turned out to be a heavy gambler, and was not too shy about gambling away his company money, including those for his workers’ wages. The promise of 10,000 yen daily wage, plus free gasoline allowance, was reduced to 7,000. To avoid having to manhandle his employer for his duplicity, Rolando chose to resign.
By a stroke of luck, his former employer who was into house construction called Rolando to come and work for him again because business was booming. There, Rolando spent the next 12 years, burning the candle at both ends, sending money to his family, illegally driving around Japan in the car he was still paying off, and all the while keeping his eyes peeled on for places where the Japanese police and immigration officials were rounding up illegal immigrants.
One day, a friend of his from Lupon called him, looking for work. Rolando was happy to recommend him to his employer, who also wanted more Filipino workers in the company. This friend had worked there for three years when, on a hot summer day, he tried to persuade Rolando to give it all up and to return to their families in Lupon for good. Rolando thought about his youngest child who was graduating that year, and he told his friend to go on ahead, and he would follow two years later.
This was a decision he would live to regret, because a few weeks later, he suffered a heat stroke. He was on top of the building they were constructing, hoisting down buckets of mixed concreting material to the ground, when he suddenly felt dizzy, and slumped down. He was brought down and iced water applied on his head and body to lower his temperature. He was revived, and, unbelievably, resumed his work.
Two days later, his condition worsened: he had a constant urge to hydrate his body, and must have drunk 4 liters of water a day. Then, the liquids were no longer coming out as urine. He self-medicated with anti-dehydration tablets. Then, he noticed his feet swelling up: he was retaining water in his body. At night, he was hearing all sorts of sounds, “like a screeching cat behind my head”. He couldn’t get himself to the hospital because he would’ve had to come to terms with the prospect of being arrested. The employer was of no help at all, scared of employing an illegal immigrant. Rolando was despondent, and was certain his days in Japan were over.
Meanwhile, back in Mindanao, Japanese nuns of the Sacred Heart congregation, who frequently visit their counterparts in Kidapawan, had decided to visit a Japanese friend, Mr. Honda, the owner of Nikki-Jin Kai in Davao, an international school where Rolando’s daughter, Michelle, had studied Nihongo. Michelle met them and articulated her desire to be a nun, and to make a long story short, was accepted by the congregation in Japan, where she continued her studies in Yokohama, unbeknownst to Rolando.
When Rolando fell ill, his wife called the congregation nuns to inform them of her husband’s condition. The nuns promised to see Rolando after five days, but the following day, they showed up at Rolando's house. The nuns have decided to bring Rolando to Yokohama for treatment, which began with a session of acupuncture. When Michelle arrived from school, she was told her father was in one of the congregation’s villas, but to keep his presence a secret lest the Japanese police take the congregation to task for harboring an illegal immigrant. They hugged and cried on each other’s shoulders for a long time. They haven’t seen each other for more than twenty years. They marveled at the serendipity of Rolando getting sick and Michelle becoming part of the congregation, to reunite them after two decades. Rolando was a little wary that Michelle might catch whatever it was which afflicted him, and told Michelle not to get too close physically. Michelle was shocked at how his father looked: his face and his extremities were all bloated.
After several acupuncture sessions, Rolando made it known to the nuns that he wasn’t feeling any better. A decision was taken to bring Rolando to a physician, who spoke quite a bit of Tagalog, because most of his patients were Filipinos in the Yokohama area. After ruling out diseases related to the blood and to the kidneys, the doctor zeroed in on the heart, and then it was found out Rolando had ASD or Atrial Septal Defect, commonly called “hole in the heart”. After the appropriate medicines were injected to him, he let go of five kilos of water in one go.
“Parang hindi na hihinto, Sir,” he smiled sheepishly at his own recollection. Three days later, he came back to the clinic and again the same amount of urine was expelled from his system.
When he felt a little better, he asked permission from the sisters to return to Narita. The sisters refused because they had already decided to repatriate Rolando. He was accompanied by a nun to the immigration office, and the officials there couldn’t believe their ears that Rolando had been working in Japan for the last 20 years, driving without a license for 15 years, and had never been arrested.
“If I had been arrested before, I wouldn’t be here now, would I?” Rolando smirked. Rolando was told to obtain a travel document from the Philippine Embassy in Tokyo.
The nuns spent for everything in relation to Rolando’s repatriation, and per Rolando’s estimate, the congregation had shelled out 1,000,000 yen. He offered to pay part of the cost, but the nuns declined and just held on to his money. A few months later, the nuns visited Rolando in Davao and returned his money.
What has he got to show for his twenty years of working in Japan, constantly in the shadows and always hiding from the authorities, enduring the unfair and illegal treatment of his Japanese employers arising from his illegal status?
“All my six children have completed their college education, Sir,” came Rolando’s quick and unhesitating reply. “The eldest is a drug agent; the second a computer science graduate; then Michelle studying to be a nun in Japan; then another daughter married to a security consultant of a hospital in Davao; then, an HRM graduate; and the youngest, a boy, working at PS Bank.”
He plans to put up a welding shop with the financial assistance from NRCO.
What do you say to OFWs?
“You should manage their money well. Sayang ang mga sakripisyo ninyo kung iwawaldas nio lang sa sugal, babae at iba pang bisyo.”
Any regrets?
“Yes, I’ve left behind uncollected pay amounting to nearly P2 million.” ”. (Source: www.nrco.dole.gov.ph)

Thursday, 22 November 2018 15:35

CHALLENGERS LEAGUE CHAMPIONS

 

What a presentation night it has been and a good turn out only 3 people did not attend with a good reason. Yes another successful season and I thank my committee for the hard work and support they put onto the league. Special thanks to the treasurer Margaret farrey for her outstanding efforts throughout the year and most definitely the last week was most hectic. Thanks also to Steve Adams for his dedication making sure our raffles are done and our membership to TBA are paid. Congratulations to the champions of  Challengers league 2018 who are Bowlieve it or not with Chris Butler Mark Dall'Acqua and Harriette Konta.
While Mark Dall'Acqua scored 75 200 games a 299 game and one 700 not to be out done chris Butler also scored 51 200 games and 17 600 games and  a 691 series scratch. Well done guys
Second place Awesome also did very well with Colleen Taylor Chit Abian Ross Bulluss and Philip Allcroft. Both Ross and Philip had also high games of 253 and 234.Congratulations to Awesome for taking the high series handicap.and also Chit Abian for her 202 game.
Third place Pinhunters with Peter Leyshan, Neil Taylor, David Ellison and Allen Taylor scraped passed the Kingpins  team by just 2 points but took out high team game scratch. Allen Taylor also came runner up to his high game of 279.
Fourth place Kingpins with Bruce Muston Tony Meagher Angie Arraiza and Matthew Boys self distract on the last day of play to hand the Pinhunters the third place. but hey Angie did not mind taking the price forhigh series for women
,then we have on 5th place Sick puppies with Margaret Farrey, Greg Davidson, Steve Dyer and Scott France. Congratulations to Scott for winning the Sportsman of the League.
Congratulations to all the individual winners Mark Dall,Acqua,Ross Bulluss, Chris Butler and Daniel Ruming,Belinda Newby Helen Clemente, Angie Arraiza, Sandra Holgate all receipients of trophies and money of course.

As we go on to acknowledge the other teams  we have Eagles with Katalin Kisa, Helen clemente, Mihaly Santa and Erika Yap, IIMS with Bodhan Cowland, Iian Mcdonald,, Margaret Parker and Steve Adams, then Cougars with Fran spring, Val Chew, Lynda Mobbs,and Narelle Drew, next we have Thunderbowls, with Leigh Dore, Ton Jenkins, Josh Bors and Daniel Ruming. Last but not least we have Good Bad Ugly with Nathan Forster, Belinda Newby, Sandra Holgate and Bruce Mckenzie.

My thanks to everyone for your participation for without all of you we would not have had a successful year. Congratulations to all the winners and commiserations to those that did not do so well   lets  rally and do better next season.

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