December 12, 2007

siguro kung meron tayong ika-walong araw pumapasada pa rin ako, bakit ganon ang buhay ng pinoy, tatlong kahig/isang tuka……..


About Kuya Joey

November 28, 2007


  • grew up in a tondo-caloocan slum area for the first nine years of my life, saw actual slum riot, gun shooting and death by balisong before i reaches my ninth birthday……..i know how the maralitang taga-lungsod live and die………they die with their eyes open, with empty stomach, with dilapilated make shift house and worst……..they die and……..they die together with their dreams……..unfulfilled………and the people in Malacanang never cares……..

  • learn to read @ the age 0f 2 (komiks and liwayway), komiks are free in slums area, borrowed from kapitbahay

  • learn  to add numbers @ the age of 5, learn from playing baraha (lucky nine and reading “dividendazo”-San Lazaro/Sta Ana Race Review Booklet)

  • learn to play dama and chess @ the age of 3, i almost grew up in a barber shop

  • my 4th son is a gifted-child

  • board 5 champion in Dama and Chess during my telecom day in the Phil.

  • my 5th son is an area chess champion in Toronto 

  • graduated number 8 in my elementary ( Public school ) class of  1973 (age 11)

  • almost passed Phil Science High School Entrance Exam, missed it by  1%point, siguro kung nakapasok ako sa PSHS baka “sayang-tist” na ako sa NASA………hehehe

  • almost made in to US Navy, failed in the medical exam, sabi Uncle Sam mataas daw ang high blood pressure ko.

  • graduated 2nd honors in section 11 class 77 Caloocan High School(age 15)

  • frustrated lawyer – i was already enrolled in Letran AB English pero sabi ni Tatay mag-engineering na lang ako………siguro may premonition na siya i will see the world free and meet my future wife that will eventually gave him five great apo and the rest is history……..

  • frustrated writer – i never missed to submit my literary piece to THE VOICE – my high school newspaper but they never published it……..

  • frustrated singer

  • hindi “alaktrical engr, malakas lang sa pulutan”

  • finished M.E. (medyo engot) 1982(age 20/21)

  • finished ECE 1991

  • almost completed Master of Engg in Telecom(1991-1997) @Stockholm, Sweden/Paris, France but i migrated to East Coast in 1999

aka kuya joey……..sabi nila pinanganak ako suwerte (sabi ni Aling Taleng na manghi-hilot e full moon daw at a-ocho pa) pero hindi ako gwapo, katunayan lang ng buhay ko e me kakambal na OCHO(8), dati kong address e 88 tabi ng poso, maraming aso, Boso-Boso, Bangkusay, Tondo, ngayon taga toronto ako…….. toronto based telecom engineer,an accidental tourist, world traveller which is related to my telecom job with too many emotional baggages, i have been to few countries in the world, mostly my travel was funded by my company, i may say……..job related, i have  travelled the Philippines from Batanes to Jolo as required by my telecom company in the Phil. With my love/hate relationship with the people in the goverment, I am still in debt with them because they partially funded my engineering scholarship in Europe from 1991 to 1997.  25% spanish, 25% chinese, 50% pinoy(25%cebuano,25%bicolano), ey…… a canadien……..I wanna wake-up each morning and breathe, cherished my little corner of my small world, and to think that i have six people near me ( my beautiful wife and five great sons – sa kanila lang umi-ikot ang mundo ko), and all the things i have accomplished………and promised not to asked for more……..I was born on the 8th minute of the 8th hour in the 8th day of the month on a friday morning as the star constellation Sagittarius rises on the horizon that falls on a full moon (14deg35min-north/120deg59min-east), planet Earth,Milky Way Galaxy, in the year of Dirty Rat…… the zodiac sign of Cancer.Present Location -43deg41min /79deg38min West, Oh, come on, I am a relentless self-absorbed workaholic just wanted to be anonymous, unwanted and sleek but aggressive. I hope i have satisfied your cravings. batang tundo at kalookan: dating jeepney driver: Sangandaan-Divisoria, Divisoria-Recto-Morayta, dating engineer ng biggest telecom company in the Phil: ngayon, Professional Engineers of Ontario member, wireless telecom  engineer pero walang mobilephone……..OF COURSE I HAVE AN EAR FOR A BROKEN-HEARTED SOUL……..

nothing else matter

November 27, 2007

is love selfish?
you just need someone just to fulfill your needs
or you just to fulfill someone needs
sometimes you never care about your self
or someone to be cared for
i know now what the real meaning is?
is when you don’t really care about yourself
and you don’t really care what tomorrow will bring
or nothing really else matters
just everything about “HER”
and it seems she really is your center of your universe
parang sa kanya ka lang nabu-buhay
sa kanya lang umi-inog ang mundo mo
parang hindi mo kayang mag-isa pag-wala siya
at paano pang tutuloy ang buhay mo
ng magisnan mo isang umaga wala na siya sa tabi mo
You call and then nothing else matters
even knowing tomorrow
you’ll be gone
when I need you.
Inside, I know nothing else matters
and the time if I’m lonely
I still can live without you
and and you tell me you love me
Only yesterday I swore I would leave
but now nothing means anything
when you’re here with me.
I’ll stay because nothing else matters
and if I had to share you
at least some times I’d hold you
Just smile and then nothing else matters
all the tears I’ve been crying
dissapear when I see you
and you tell me you love me.
Only yesterday I swore I would leave
but now nothing means anything
when you’re here with me.
When the morning comes
I’ll wake up alone
and I feel the hurt inside me
seeing that you’re gone.
I love you and so nothing else matters
and the times that I’m lonely
I’m still dreaming about you.
You’re here and now nothin else matters
and you tell me you love me
even knowing tomorrow
you’ll be gone when I need you.
You call and then nothing else matters
and if I had to share you
at least some times I’d hold you
You’re here and then nothing else matters
and I’ll love you forever
and I’ll wait here to hold you
for the rest of my life.

3 B’s in my life

May 6, 2005

B, my tatay

If he should live by today, he would have been in Canada right now,
If he should finished high school he would been engineer, nevertheless the engineering business he had put up, thus far exceeded my expectation as I analyzed his unschooled engg talent,
If he should have not insist on me to take engineering, I should have taken law instead and I had never regret it.
On the first time he saw my future wife he never like her, but when have five boys as his grandsons, my wife will be his favorite daughter in law.

When he died I was staring at his coffin, and asking why God has to take him…

B, my best friend

He is one of my best friend I had one in years,
We always ate in one plate, during night duty in central offices,
Sharing poor man’s ulam and kanin
We share the same dreams,
My drinking buddy, my basketball buddy and we are suppose to take up golf lessons but he never made it.
Although he is a nephew of a former mayor, he was poor,
His last wish was to install his mother’s phone in Sampaloc, I made it sure it is running before he was buried
He died 5 days after my bday and I had never seen him 5 days before my bday since I was already on a vacation, my heartbreaking bday gift I ever had,

When he died I was staring at his coffin, and asking why God has to take him…

Baby, my childhood friend,

It was 1965, this Beatles Song was a hit, Baby, was my kalaro in tumbang preso, taguan and afternoon play in the playground in Paraiso ng Batang Maynila in the boundary of Tundo and Caloocan, a project of the late Mayor Villegas, this place already heaven to poor kids during that time since their joy were easily fulfilled…if Baby would been alive today, maybe he would have been my childhood sweetheart or may be my wife, there is a different kind feeling or aura, since at that early age, I already know that Baby would be a part of my life, actually her younger sister was married to one my grade school classmate/cousin, so hindi rin siya napalayo, up to now they still talking if her Ate is still alive today I would have a different destiny….maybe….then I really know God really works in very mysterious way, I lost Baby to Leukemia, at the age of 6 I lost a very dear friend, up to now her memories still lingers on, I stayed near her coffin and never left her until she was buried, maybe ….that’s why I just fall in love again at the tender age of 22…hehehe…. to my wife because of Baby….

When she died I was staring at her coffin, and asking why God has to take her…

Email from E

April 30, 2005

Since we have moved to a middle class neighborhood when I was nine so many summers ago, my Dad was able to put a stable but just break-even business then, E and I became neighbors which we are just separated by an adobe bakod just 3 ft tall, my room and her room were almost at an aligned position, so kung gusto naming ng occasional childish talk we will just open our windows…I was 5 yrs older than E, so ang barkada niya is my only sister…M….which yours truly is her favorite kuya…, she practically grew up with my sister, they shared the same school from elementary to university, so it practically builds to my sister’s mind that E will be her sister in law and I will be the sacrificial lamb or safe to say I will be in the loosing side of their deal….hehehe…my sister is playing cupid with my young but fragile heart…then….which I don’t know then….hehehe…E even manages to get in to my telephone company just to be near me…she even had a Barry Manilow song for me…which she will always play in their stereo and she can delicately turn the volume knob just enough so the lyrics/music will reach my ears, and not to annoyed our neighbors of the repeated playing of this song, When P became my first and only girlfriend which eventually became my wife, the moment she heard this devastating news, my sister told me that E was unmanageable the whole week, I had crushed and broke E’s heart, she decided to accept a job offer in US just to mend a broken heart, which to myself I didn’t cause intentionally, before she left for US we had a deep emotional talk in one of the full moon in one of the Antipolo Hills over looking the glittering Manila Skyline…my rusty brain still remembers those emotional dialog…which are as follows…my line was this….I have always consider you as my other sister since I have only one which is M, I begin to notice this feeling of yours since you went to college, and I am afraid to ask, I know it would come to this….this feeling of goodbye … E’s dialog …I wanted you flesh and blood…since I was five, I have been holding on to this piece for years now, I love you, I have so much to say to you but I can not find the words…Damn you…why I am the only one crying

….I have just rcvd an E mail from E reminding me of her emotional outburst under a full moon in Antipolo this day – 29April, she is now happily married with 3 kids based in San Diego.

Message in a Bottle from my high school "ehem"

April 23, 2005

Last night I received a packaged forwarded to me my brother thru my company fedex account. This package I supposed to received 3 yrs ago in CHS Class 77 reunion, one of my high school friend has attended a technical conference in Tokyo and gave this to my bother.

Part of the letter was this…

You are too timid those days, napakuripot mong magsalita, hi, hello, musta ka na, – where your abused word those days, alam kong marami kang ambisyon noon, your time was too scarce, but you are ahead of our time, you never told me you love, you affection was my craving but I seldom felt it from you, but the moment we shared a coke transferred to a plastic bag and bar-b-queng saging on the corner of P sevilla and 10th ave always make my day, you are my unpaid mentor in algebra, physics, world history, I know everything, from you since we drifted apart in 1978, I know you will succeed, the moment I heard that you are going to Europe for a telecom scholarship, which I felt your defining moment in your telecom career…I guess…or your wife and five kids….i thought you will show up in our reunion 3 yrs ago so nagbalikbayan ako, alam kong there is only 1% probability that you will attend and fly 12000 miles just to see old faces, but I still hope….hope you will attend the reunion in 2007…is seven still one of you favorite number?

Note: this message (letter) was inside the bottle which I bought in Tokyo, I know you like the color…still green and red? Just remove the cork and you can used it as a flower vase, putting long stem rose….still rose? Or tulips na….also a pre-recorded mini disk…alam kong may mini-disk ka diyan sa north america, also you left one in caloocan…try to play the songs you will like it…
See you in 2007….. if fate and destiny permits…

Still waiting….
Your high school “EHEM”

Analysis: Gee, my high school “ehem” knows everything about me since she went to Japan, in the 80’s and I do not know about her …I may have an idea 3 yrs from now.. …she knows my favorite love songs…palagay ko marami siyang espiya sa mga pinsan ko sa Caloocan…I used to give her rose with long stem which I’ll always bought in dimasalang…pag malakas ang pasada ko sa trysikel during my high school days…the word “ehem” was coined during our high school days, coz tuwing lalapit siya sa akin ay nag-uubuhan na yong mga barkada noong high school…hehehe …siguro I will just equate that we are just best of friend or just plain mutual understanding…during my high school days….BTW it is her bday today 23Apr
Lyrics of the songs(A Love Song, Ikaw Lang Ang Mamahalin, JUST TELL ME YOU LOVE ME) were posted on my other blog.

A Filipina who defined beauty

April 15, 2005

I was standing in front of Arc de Tromphe, (Paris 1997) I was wearing an air force jacket with matching ray-ban glasses and exposing my inside white t-shirt I bought in Baguio market with PMA logo on it. An Asian mestiza lady (unexpected stranger asking about my military career – do i have one? and race)suddenly stand in front of me and asked me …are you a military officer, feeling ko ako yong subdued navy pilot sa persona ni Tom Cruise sa TOPGUN…hehehe…I pulled down my ray-ban and said a blank face big NO…are you a Filipino…then I said a grumbling YES….I am Lucille ( not her real name) I worked in Air France as a marketing manager….so we start to talk in filipino…ah… taga airline industry ka pala..sabi ko do i look like a pilot to you? kanina mo pa ako pinagmamasdan no….malakas ang esp ko kasi..hehehe..sabi niya…oo… lam kong pinoy ka…marami ng namuong conclusyon sa likod ng aking utak habang tinititigan ko siya…ganda niya boy…mga 5 ft 8…lamang ng limang paligo kay Pops Fernandez…ang mata para laging iiyak….ang buhok sing-itim ng gabi…shiny, straight and shoulder length…walang sinabi ang katawan ni Vivian Velez…sabi ko taga telecom ako sa Pinas ….training ako sa Alcatel, ikaw? First posting ko ito as Paris, ….kape tayo…sabi ko…kape lang kasi medyo maliit lang ang allowance namin sa alcatel…so nagkape kami sa coffee shop along Champs Elysees…habang nagkakape kami…nahuli ko siyang tumitig sa wedding and college ring ko…then i redirected the conversation just to escaped her next question if i am already married, not for the sake i am denying it, but i am not the guy who will answer that personal question on that first meeting…so i redirected the conversation na …sabi ko…I have been to places in Europe, meeting beautiful Filipinas…but you are different….you defined beauty….she just dropped a simple smile…paris was more romantic that day when we just parted our ways and say ..Au revoir

Medyo Late

April 13, 2005

My Dad (deceased) left me something of a trait, It is very hard for me to throw things that I accumulated thru the years, including my wife, my only wife….hehehe , I never throw her or I never intend to…hehehe, I noticed a valentine card and a CD I gave her in 1988 when I opened my baul last night…here is the song

What matters most – Kenny Rankin

It’s not how long we held each other’s hand
What matters is how well we loved each other
It’s not how far we travelled on our way
Of what we found to say
It’s not the spring you see, but all the shades of green

It’s not how long I held you in my arms
What matters is how sweet the years together
It’s not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.

It’s not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.

What matters most is that we loved at all.

And the poem…..

Whenever I think of

Whenever I think of
the time we first met,
When you seemed
Too special to ever forget,

Whenever I think of
The times you’ve been there,
To talk with me,
Laugh with me,
Show me you care…

Whenever I think of
My time spent with you,
When so many beautiful dreams
Have come true,

Whenever I think of
How happy I’ve been
I just fall in love
All over again.


Happy Valentine’s P….

On Love

April 10, 2005

What is love, is this emotional phenomena really exist, or just plain emotional hypocrisy, is love worth dying for,or just lost your love in the process, waking up the
next morning realizing that you cannot fulfilled this love, to love somebody or just to justify your emotional status quo, can we equate love with the theory of relativity?, or just be blinded by your own definition of love, is love selfish just need to be fulfilled, or someone to fulfill your needs, I know what love is? Love is that you don’t really care about yourself as much as you really care for the other person, Love is that you really want to sell you soul just to save the soul of the person you love…ahh i can not defined love …since i have not yet removed my innocence…hehehe…teacher…can i just defined crush…hahaha

To Love and To Cherish

April 9, 2005

Why do men and women get married, with all the hustle and bustle of getting married, with all emotional, financial, economics and logistical nightmares to encounter during marriage preparations, getting married just to fulfill one’s promises,just to justify anything, just to get one parental mana, just for escaping some inevitable consequences, just to signed a piece of paper that will not really hold the test of time, or just for status quo, just to escape the reality that you are getting old and supposed to be married at that life’s stage, or just to conquer the fear of the unknown and that getting married is the only logical solution, I know why do men and women get married, they have found love….and love conquers everything….