Be safe everyone

There’s a bomb explosion in Roxas Night Market. It’s a breaking news just now in Davao. People are now posting tweets and Facebook posts. Facebook seems to be very slow because people are searching for news about the recent explosion in Davao City. So everyone, stay safe and stay in your homes.

I’m suppose to go to Roxas Night Market today, good thing I haven’t or else, I’m already dead or injured right now.

Comfoods Million Peso Scam by Gary and Margarita Huang

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Gary Huang, Nicole Huang, Margarita Huang, and Conrad Huang. Remember their names and their faces, they are expert swindlers and scammers.

Just recently this month, the victims of the Comfoods scam reported this incident to the NBI. Comfoods and the Huang family are currently under investigation, and now hiding in plain sight.

Comfoods, a Filipino company, conglomeration of three pioneering food-manufacturing companies, which were merged on September 30, 1968. The three corporations were: Commonwealth Foods, Inc., Philippine Food Industries, Inc., and the Filipinas Biscuit Corporation. With the merger, the three entities were re-organized into the Cofi Division (for Roasted and Instant Coffee products), Philfood Division (for Cocoa and Chocolate products), and Fibisco Division (for Biscuit products) of COMFOODS.

Comfoods President Anthony Huang said the GMA news that they are not connected with Comfoods for over a decade and the real master mind is just Margarita Huang. But… all of them are hiding, except the kid, I think.

Read more about the Comfoods scam here, here, and here.

After 4 years

After 4 years of not being able to blog, now I’m blogging again. Let’s see where this blog will take me. A lot of things changed for the past 4 years. The WordPress admin had a major revamp. I’m still familiarising the new UI and WP features.

More posts from this blog will be posted online! Yeah, soon!

Lyrics Jenny Dont be Hasty by Paolo Nutini

You said you’d marry me if I was 23
But I’m one that you can’t see if I’m only 18
Tell me who made these rules
Obviously not you
Who are you answering to?

Oh, Jenny don’t be hasty
No, don’t treat me like a baby
Let me take you where you’ll let me
Because leaving just upsets me

I’ll be around again to see the other men
They’re more adequate in the age department
I did not think you cared.
There’d be no problems here
But now you’re looking at me like you’re disgusted
Then I’m definitely waiting for you to smile and change your mind
Then I’ll say I’m sorry and I’ll wrap my arms ’round your body
I really hope that you forgive in a hurry
And don’t just ask me to leave

Oh, Jenny don’t be hasty
Don’t treat me like a baby
Let me take you where you’ll let me
Because leaving just upsets me

Oh, Jenny you are crazy!
First I’m perfect, then I’m lazy
And I was calling you my baby
Now it sounds like you just left me.
And it kills me!

My One Night Stand With Peter Petrelli

He was there, sitting in front of my computer, seemingly waiting for me to wake up – Peter Petrelli, clad in black, pissed.

“Get up, Jack.” He told me.

“Hey aren’t you Peter Petrelli?”

“There’s no time to ask. We have to save the world.”

“Ok, you’re being a bitch.” I responded wanting to give him a whole slew of rants about what I think about actors. But then, the house shook.

“It’s an earthquake,” I told him, and seeing that he’s in front of the window continued, “You cant stay there. If the house falls the shrapnels will kill you.”

(Trivia: I set my bed in the safest corner of the room just in case an earthquake hits while I’m asleep)

“It’s not an earthquake, let’s go!” He said in a nervous voice and started to run.

I tagged along until we reached a tunnel that resembled the Dust 1 Counterstrike map. Peter then told me to take the left path which led to the bomb site. So I did. I moved slowly as I overheard the ticking of a bomb (duh). And Further on, I was able to see it and its guardian, Sylar..

Darn it, these Heroes episodes never run out of twists. Good thing ’twas lunch time.

Turned aback from me, sitting on one of those picnic tables, Sylar was just about to eat his baon. He took a tupperware out of a bag and opened it. He was having rice.

The fast thinking Me immediately ran towards Sylar and pushed his head into the tupperware, pressing it hard intending to suffocate the wretched villain… with rice. (I know. lame.)

Seconds later, Sylar stopped moving. I hanged on just in case he was still alive.

Of course, he was.

“I dont know what you’re trying to achieve with this.” He said.

I realized the sonovabitch cant be killed through natural means and I knew instantly, sharp and fast thinking as always, exposed to the one man that could imperil me with such ginormous pain and suffering, that my only recourse was to run. I lifted Sylars head and snapped it just like they did in those kung fu movies hoping to break his neck. Then I ran as fast as I could knowing none of my TV-learnt tactics could ever work in real life (or, in this case, dream life).

Meeting Peter Petrelli awhile later, I told him that Sylar was after me.

He then replied to my distaste, “Thank you Jack. We had to divert him away from the bomb site so we could save the world.”

That other sonovabitch used me as bait to ..well ..to save the fucking world!?! I could have given Peter another bunch of rants of how this world is unfair and why I choose not to be the nice and angelic soul my mother wanted me to be. But, Peter Petrelli then flew away leaving me behind as Sylar caught up.

“Should I kill you now?” Sylar asked as blood started to drip from my head.

That’s when I woke up to a song I hadn’t played in a long time. Weird.