I am a victim of Willie Revillame (Chloe Ronquillo)

Yes, I am the eldest daughter of Raymond Ronquillo, and I am a victim of tito Willie's hurtful jokes on Wowowee. Everything you read on the newspapers and internet is true (tito Willie's cars, the young girls, Aiko Climaco). I had a happy family before my papa became friends with tito Willie. I had a papa who took care of us and loved us so much. But now, we don't have a papa anymore.

I know tito Willie or even tito Willie's friends know about this group. If anyone who knows tito Willie please pass my letter to tito Willie.

Dear tito Willie,
I once had a happy family before you came into our lives. I had a papa who cared for us and loved my mama very much. I had a family. Now it's just my mama, my sisters Robbie and our baby Alex and me. It was because of you, your money and your girls why he left us. Sana may papa pa po kami. We don't see our papa anymore. He doesn't talk to us and doesn't spend time with us. Mas nakakasama mo pa po siya kesa sa amin. I miss my papa. We miss our papa. We miss going to church with him. Sa mall, sa restaurant, sa birthday po namin wala rin siya kasi mayo ang magkasama. Tito Willie, sabi mo po tutulungan mo maayos ang family namin. Pero bakit ganun po? Pinapahiya mo kami sa tv, pinagkakalat mo pa po yung sa kanila ni Aiko. People laugh at us in school. I am hurt. Nahihiya po ako. Nasasaktan po ako kapag nagsusumbong sa akin si Robbie. Mas nasasaktan po kami kapag si mama ang nakikita namin umiiyak kasi mahal nya si papa. You promised to help us. Ang sakit na po tito Willie. Sabi ni papa joke lang yung mga sinasabi mo sa tv, e tito hindi naman po nakakatawa yung mga sinasabi mo kasi ginagawa mong pagtawanan ang papa ko. Sinasaktan mo po ang mama ko, sinasaktan mo po kami dahil pinapamuka mo po sa lahat ng tao na si papa may babae. Ano po bang kasalanan namin sa yo? Wala naman po kaming ginagawang masama sa yo. Tapos ngayon sinama mo pa si papa sa Davao para magkasama sila ni Aiko. Sana po kami na lang ang pinasamahan mo kay papa para nakasama namin siya.

Tito Willie, please wag mo po kaming saktan na. Kasi naaawa na po ako sa sarili ko. You made fun of us 5 times already on tv. Sabi ni papa sinabi niya na po sa yo na wag mo na kaming pinapahiya sa tv, pero ginawa mo pa uli. Kung hindi pa kami pagtatanggol ni mama e sino pa po ang tutulong sa amin? Si papa pinabayaan na nga kami, tapos yung promise mo po sa amin na tutulungan mo kami maayos ang family namin lalo mo pong sinira.

Tito I may be young but I have feelings. I am very hurt. I don't want to cry anymore. Im hurt because you don't understand how I feel, how my sisters and my mama feel. I'm hurt because I lost my papa and you don't seem to care for us as my papa's family. Tito Willie, you're my papa's bestfriend. Diba po ang mag bestfriend nagtutulungan tapos sibasabi yung toto lalo na pag may ginagawa silang masama? Tito I'm only 12 but I know what's right and wrong. May asawa po ang papa ko, mama ko yun, bakit po hindi mo pagsabihan si papa at si Aiko? Bakit ikaw pa po ang tumutulong na magkasama sila?

I'm glad you're not my papa tito Willie. Kasi po kung ikaw ang papa ko baka po mas masakit pa yung nararamdaman namin ng mga kapatid ko. Ikaw ang papa namin pero papahiyain mo po kami sa maraming tao. Hindi po joke yung ginagawa mo kasi po ginagawa mo pong pagtawanan ang buhay namin sa tv. I hate you so much tito Willie. Sinira mo po buhay namin. Sinira mo po ang pamilya ko. Masama ka pong tao. Ang plastik plastik mo po. You will go to hell when you die. I hate you so much!!

Hate you tito Willie,
Chloe Ronquillo

In my book, there are no words that gives life to what is real

Nor pictures to put a face to any emotion
Each page is just a mystery to be revealed
Every chapter is a new begining of a story that never ends
It is not empty...
For this book of mine is filled with an ink of you and me...
More than a writer
More than a poet
You are my everything
I'm glad to be the prince of your poetry.

Filipinos from a Racist's Perspective

The War at Home
by Chip Tsao
March 27, 2009

The Russians sank a Hong Kong freighter last month, killing the seven Chinese seamen on board. We can live with that—Lenin and Stalin were once the ideological mentors of all Chinese people. The Japanese planted a flag on Diàoyú Island. That’s no big problem—we Hong Kong Chinese love Japanese cartoons, Hello Kitty, and shopping in Shinjuku, let alone our round-the-clock obsession with karaoke.

But hold on—even the Filipinos? Manila has just claimed sovereignty over the scattered rocks in the South China Sea called the Spratly Islands, complete with a blatant threat from its congress to send gunboats to the South China Sea to defend the islands from China if necessary. This is beyond reproach. The reason: there are more than 130,000 Filipina maids working as $3,580-a-month cheap labor in Hong Kong. As a nation of servants, you don’t flex your muscles at your master, from whom you earn most of your bread and butter.

As a patriotic Chinese man, the news has made my blood boil. I summoned Louisa, my domestic assistant who holds a degree in international politics from the University of Manila, hung a map on the wall, and gave her a harsh lecture. I sternly warned her that if she wants her wages increased next year, she had better tell every one of her compatriots in Statue Square on Sunday that the entirety of the Spratly Islands belongs to China.

Grimly, I told her that if war breaks out between the Philippines and China, I would have to end her employment and send her straight home, because I would not risk the crime of treason for sponsoring an enemy of the state by paying her to wash my toilet and clean my windows 16 hours a day. With that money, she would pay taxes to her government, and they would fund a navy to invade our motherland and deeply hurt my feelings.

Oh yes. The government of the Philippines would certainly be wrong if they think we Chinese are prepared to swallow their insult and sit back and lose a Falkland Islands War in the Far East. They may have Barack Obama and the hawkish American military behind them, but we have a hostage in each of our homes in the Mid-Levels or higher. Some of my friends told me they have already declared a state of emergency at home. Their maids have been made to shout “China, Madam/Sir” loudly whenever they hear the word “Spratly.” They say the indoctrination is working as wonderfully as when we used to shout, “Long live Chairman Mao!” at the sight of a portrait of our Great Leader during the Cultural Revolution. I’m not sure if that’s going a bit too far, at least for the time being.

Poor animal... hes having some delusions of grandeur. Mr. Tsao... Get a life okay. Move on... Learn to write a better satire. This one sucks BIG time. Filipinos are smarter than you. YAWA KA! :)

I still have the obligation to UNYAP for being the "National Artist" to provide designs for whatever event there is to do. My deadline is dead already so i have to come up with something...
This is a logo i made for the launching of the new UNYAP. Not that I didn't like it. It's just that I wish I could have made a better one. If only I had developed much of the skill. I'm not bad as a newbie anyways. That's all for now! :)

What I Feel Doesnt Matter

I use to feel worried yet excited about the thought of transferring to a new apartment. Worried cause I don't know how my life would be when I'm in a new environment. But excited cause I would have to live independently again with my brother of course. Its not that I hate the place I'm living right now, its just different when your on your own. No one else could bother you. No one else knocks on your door. You wont have to be worried about offending your housemates. And most of all, you can be free doing whatever you like to do.

I tried my best to look for an apartment that wouldnt be so expensive, but presentable and comfortable for us. There was this studio type apartment worth 6,500 with aircon and all. As i negotiated with the owner, I was able to make a deal to pay only 4,500. Aircon unit stays, additional bed added. Furniture stays. Refrifgerator taken. Water? 50 pesos each!!!! According to the owner, he wanted good tenants. So he had to be choosy. We're so lucky to be considered as one of the would-be good tenant. Its so sad how everything might turn into but just would-have-been memories.

I have this attitude in me that when something is forced or enforced to whatever decisions I make, i feel indifferent. I try to negate things in which of course i knew isn't good for me. Just yesterday, my father called me. He was asking me to contact a certain friend of his regarding the boarding house owned by his friend's friend. As a father/parent i do appreciated it. I'm not against them watching or guiding over me. It's just that I hate living in a boarding house. Boarding house for boys here in Dumaguete is so disgusting. I swear to God it would be a living hell for me. I want a place wherein i am comfortable to stay. Dormitories/Boarding House doesn't qualify at all.

But I'm given no choice. I have to see the place. And whether I like it or not, Im not sure if my parents would respect my decision. If its me whose gonna beg for them, they wouldnt listen. But if its gonna be my oh so perfect and smart brother? ....

Am I still worried? Yes... Am I excited? NO!

What i feel? Doesn't matter anyway.

The Unread E-mail

Happy New Year! I know the greeting's kinda late already who cares, its still a new year for everyone right?

Just this year I erased all my blog entries for some reasons I couldn't explain then. But now I fully understood why I did it without even thinking twice. I was actually jealous and insecure that almost all the blog sites I visit are way better than mine. People are just able to freely express their emotions, feelings, thoughts, ideas and daily experiences. Since the day I discovered that my parents were visiting this blog site too (i forgot i gave them a link and posted it on my friendster acount too haha sillyme), I started to create some shield. I got conscious and choosy about the topics I'm about to publish. One factor that lead to my mistake was when i took the blog readability test. Easter started it and she rated genius. So as with her smart friends... They all got a genius rating. I was curious (although i know my site isn't worth reading), and entered my site address. What i got was a Junior Highschool rating.

Just today, I happen to log in my google account (yahoomail is acting so wierd these days) and noticed one unread e-mail. It came from a certain Amy Liu and dated last July 16, 2008. Allow me to share her message to everyone.

Dear Jake Jason Batausa,

Our editors recently reviewed your blog and have given it an 8.0 score out of (10) in the Personal Blogs category of Blogged.com.

This is quite an achievement!

http://www.blogged.com/directory/personal-blogs

We evaluated your blog based on the following criteria: Frequency of Updates, Relevance of Content, Site Design, and Writing Style.

After carefully reviewing each of these criteria, your site was given its 8.0 score.

Please accept my congratulations on a blog well-done!!

Sincerely,

Amy Liu

Marketing Department

OMG! How can i miss this mail??? WHy???

But anyways, I'm starting again. At least, it's new year. It's gonna be a fresh start to blog all over again. Hopefully, i'd be able to maintain this site. I'm so happy!!! Weee Til next entry!