By Josephine “Joy� B. Miranda, Editor in Chief

Mathew 22:14: For many are invited, but few are chosen. The Philippine Honorary Consul to Cyprus Shemaine Kyriakides, Labor Attache Designate to Cyprus Atty. Jaime Jimenez, Politis Editor cum Representative Mr. George Andriotis, Western Eagle Investigation Director Mr. Kyriakos Loizides, Vice Prexy for European Movement of Cyprus Council Dr. Joseph Josephides, co staff members, compatriots, guests from different places and organizations, good afternoon.

“Media, a duty to lifeâ€? My late father had pushed me hard to be in the media business. I could still remember when I first scribble a news article. It was just for fun then later I enjoyed the pay and the attention I was getting mostly from my Dad’s contemporaries. Until he was shot dead that my idea about being a media practitioner had totally changed. The challenged was handed down to me that news writing was no longer a thing to be taken for granted, rather it is a duty and a great responsibility towards the readers and the recipient of the news. To sum it up, I have been in the news writing business for two decades and with such experience I could not trade it in for anything in this world. However, there came a point in my life that I was lured by the beauty of earning dollars. I decided to set aside my glamorous career as a writer and opted to work abroad. In short, I also experience what everyone have gone through or going through right now as an overseas Filipino worker (OFW.)  Nevertheless, as they say “once a writer will always be a writerâ€?, in every nook and corner of things and places that I encounter, there are plenty to write about for, things which are necessary to share to others, informations that affect the general public, and this I know deep inside me that this is indeed my personal calling, that God had chose me to be in this field. So here I am again back to my original undertaking, giving out news for everybody as this is my duty to life.

Last week, I received nasty messages against me which only mal-educated people can do. I am open to critics but I want to reiterate that I am not your enemy, we are not enemies. If there is one person who wants to uplift any sorry situation of Filipino workers here, that is me. If my style of writing is quite harsh, yet no one can discount the fact that what I speak of are true and real happenings. I know what I am doing, I know what is libellous or not and I do not regret anything that I wrote about. Lastly, let me quote a fellow media person: “Journalists or media practitioners are messengers who bring in the necessary information and this is a point that most of the people missed to understand. Instead of listening and doing something about the message, they are shooting or attacking the messengers. They make possible attempts to curtail the freedom of expression, that media have become easy targets of attacks. They fail to see that media persons are carrying out the role as a watchdog of democracy.� ON behalf of the whole staff of Tinig Pinoy, my heartfelt thanks to Politis for giving this publication for the entire Filipino community, Thank you all and mabuhay!

(Note: This article was published in “The Epistle” the quarterly magazine of St. Paul’s Anglican Church of Nicosia, year 2005)

An article of loving faith…

SO HOW MUCH REALLY IS TOO MUCH?

By Joy B. Miranda

“A CHEERFUL LOOK BRINGS JOY TO THE HEART, AND GOOD NEWS GIVES HEALTH TO THE BONES.� – Proverbs 15:30

I want to start off with an article about my brother Jun, whose physical existence was imprisoned by what is said to be, an incurable, strange illness. Recently, we chatted on the net like we had never spoken for years, and it made my tear ducts dry…coming from work each day, I think of how I could in anyway do something to at least lessen his tormenting hopelessness.

“I’m so tired Joy. I have thought of ending my life a number of times…a short walk even to the house’ toilet forges a strenuous energy and courage to do so. I hate it when I’m left at home, it is getting worse. Here they find it difficult to bring me along. I am sick of being useless!�

Jun used to be a happy kid, yet noticeably strict. Borne to have a pretty Spanish face and perfect physical attributes, I believed he was healthy. He was an ambitious and goal-oriented person. One night after his high school graduation, our dear father was shot dead…well, that is another sad story of life which I might also write sometime. I do not know how much pressure he was carrying after the tragic death of our father. What I knew was that I myself was deeply crushed by the sudden twist of fate in the family.

He studied at Ateneo De Davao University and took up BS Biology. Everything was okay with him, I guess, except that he knew, our father’s sudden demise had left us financially hard up. So in between classes he got himself a part time job until midnight. He woke up early to study, and then walked his way to the college everyday rain or shine. I knew he was determined to succeed in a goal he planned for himself then. Academically excellent, he used to be in the Dean’s List. Until one day, he noticed that he can not move his fingers…on examination day, he can not move the pen to write the answers, and so he failed, subject after subject. Nevertheless, he painstakingly managed to continue his studies as well as his part time work. He earned a degree in Business Administration, Marketing major.

I do not intend to open up old wounds, much more to talk about it. I just want to put them behind me. I mean to say, what I am at present is the result of what I chose to do after deciding not to dwell anymore on the tragic, unwanted events of the past. I realized that continually feeling sorry for all the harshness of life would just do me no good and bring me nowhere. I decided to be impassive. It somehow needs a huge amount of rejuvenated energy because wounds, (emotionally in this aspect), though healed by eventual acceptance, always leave a deep scar which reminds me of the pain. And what I am saying here is that, over the years, I have not overcome the agonizing fact that my dear brother Jun is suffering more than he can bear. Actually, it has been a long combat not against the illness itself but against denial…of denying to accept that he has this kind of tormenting battle of disbelief within him. I realized that what hit him in the past is still a part of his today. What he has become today is also a part of my everyday… God, if only I could take his place!

He got a nice executive job in a Real State business. Practically, the company believed that his vigorous dedication at work could bring him places. I used to visit his workplace which took me ten hours to travel and check how he was. I saw only pretense in his face, hiding how his physical condition deeply bothered him. He was enthusiastic about reporting to work everyday and sometimes unmindful if suddenly he would stand in the middle of the traffic for minutes because his legs, alternately, became too heavy for him to move and make a step.

What had started as finger numbness gradually became body paralysis. One week he could not feel anything on one half side of his head, and the other week, the other side. Then, it went down till it reached his legs which, as months passed on, became thinner and heavier. We sent him for check ups though, consulted a neurologist, underwent MRI scanning…there was nothing wrong with his brain or his bones. Negative medical findings from different sources in the early years were worrisome to some extent yet it did not impede his desire to reach his goal, ignoring our advice to quit his job. His spirit for work at that moment was insurmountable with a strong belief that one day he would become one of the best marketing managers in the land, if only…

However, after almost three years in the company, he quit, no, I figured, was forced to quit. And I mean, against his will. Later in 2001, the illness was diagnosed as Multiple Sclerosis. Multiple Sclerosis (MS) as explained, is an inflammatory disease of the Central Nervous System (CNS) – that’s the brain and spinal cord. Predominantly, it is a disease of the “white matter� tissue. The white matter tissue is made up of nerve fibres which are responsible for transmitting communication signals both internally within the CNS and between the CNS and the nerves supplying rest of the body. In people affected by MS, patches of damage called plaques or lesions appear in seemingly random areas of the CNS white matter. At the site of a lesion, a nerve insulating material, called myelin, is lost. In general, people with MS can experience partial or complete loss of any function that is controlled by, or passes through, the brain or spinal cord.

It has been 15 years since MS has maneuvered my brother’s young life. It stole his ambitions, robbed him of his dreams and deprived him of a normal and happy life. He may have lasted this long because he lives each day hoping to wake up next morning and find that the Multiple Sclerosis is gone. But now it has become worse. With a wrecked-spirit like his, there is nothing more devastating than to exist like a living dead, and there is no pain more powerfully excruciating than a soul wounded by pernicious depression and self-pity. It tears me apart each time I think of him expecting a miracle. As I love my brother so deeply, I could not bear seeing him suffer that much. But then, I sum up the whole situation as totally beyond any human capacity to comprehend. I feel his sufferings, even carry his own pain within me, if only that could give him comfort for a lifetime. As I end this article, I submit Jun’s hopelessness up to HIM who knows the answer and the SOLE cure to all this.

May Jun find reassurance in our love bestowed through prayers, and may God with His Divine Mercy bless Jun and keep him happy every single day of his un-walking life. Amen.

With the sudden demise of my younger beloved brother Jun, I am still recuperating from a great pain of losing him…though it will take time to heal, I ask my readers in this blog to please bear with me. It is a great deal of effort concentrating on subjects to write about, yet it fails me still to do so, leaving my mind blank and empty.

I thank you somehow for keeping up with me and for your understanding. Thank you for your emails displaying your support to me to maintain this blog. I will get back in no time when I could at least shake off some sorrows enough for me to scribble back again.

God bless us all.

By Joy B. Miranda

After almost 20 years of combat against Multiple Sclerosis, my dear brother Jun finally got his long-awaited rest. I should say that part of me is deeply sad to let him go, but another part is happy for him knowing finally that he won’t be suffering anymore…Manuel “Jun” B. Miranda Jr. drew his last breath ten in the morning, Philipppine time last Wednesday, August 8, 2007. He was 36.

I will re-post an article I wrote about him, his battle against his strange, incurable illness, his unrelented patience and perseverance, and most of all, despite of all, his fear to the ALMIGHTY. Published in 2005 in a quarterly magazine of St. Paul’s Anglican Cathedral, Nicosia, I hope that Jun’s story will last a lifetime in all the readers’ minds.

To Jun, be at peace now in God’s loving hands. I will be missing you, we will be missing you. Dimple said that she is sad because she had been a bad niece to you. But you know that your pamangkins cared about you, though sometimes grown ups have had their excuses to spare themselves from taking orders from you. And I knew that you understood it well. And I knew that you cared and loved them well enough to ask our CREATOR to take you in HIS caring hands, because you knew that as you suffer more, we were also in pain especially Mama Terry, and it was just as unbearable as you could imagine.

Our telephone conversation last week had left me in tears, especially when you asked me when am I going back home again. I said probably next year and you replied, “Dugaya pa oy!” But then when I said bye, you just uttered “I love you sis, Im sorry  you have to be away for us, for me.” When Tiny told me that you were gone, then I recollected those last words from you. Oh, Im so sorry Jun, I didnt realise that you were preparing to leave us and you cant wait for me anymore. That leaves me weeping for all eternity! 

My trip home last Christmas was the most memorable event in our lives. We were all together. Sorry for all our shortcomings bro. Thank you for rendering a song to Bea during her debut party. We will keep that video of yours singing a meaningful song, “I will be here.” It has been a tiring 20 years journey Balong. Rest now my ading in God’s care, take our love and prayers. Amen.

By Joy B. Miranda

 

In this pic with my year-old nephew Vynch…oh how I miss that cutie!

 

Now with family (minus my two brothers  Jun and Bong and family who were not around), sitting from left to right: Mama Terry, sister Tiny, Julius (this time with not so shy smile!) Bea, Me and Dimple. Standing were Bro Jojo, son Vynch and sis-in-law Josephine (my namesake).

Just trying to relax myself…

From: “kabayan Bisquera” <ven1121@lycos.com> 
To: joy_scanner@yahoo.com
Subject: UnRELIABLE recruitment agency for nurses to New Zealand
Date: Thu, 05 Jul 2007 00:33:56 -0400 (EDT)
   
To all nurses who have plans to go to New Zealand, beware of the agency in the Philippines that recruit nurses to deploy to NZ. They say they’re RELIABLE but actually they’re NOT. Yes, it’s true that they were able to send us here in NZ then endorsed us to  another agency based in NZ. The agency based in NZ become my principal, the one that financed my competency course (but later on I need to pay with interest of  4% per month).

This agency in Manila calling itself  “reliable� initially told us to prepare for P150,000.00 for the placement fee. This was what must happen but when all my papers were ready and my visa was released, the agency changed its fee and collected P180,000.00 instead. What for a shocking thing to find out! I tried to question the sudden increase, but the woman in charged contested that it was peak season and the fare went high. I had no choice since my papers were ready already. After all the waiting and anxieties I had been into, I couldn’t afford not to go at that time.

In short, I paid the huge amount. Another evil doing happened as cursed by this pseudo “reliable agency.� WE CANNOT AVAIL OUR RETURN TICKET! Horrible right? The e-ticket issued a roundtrip ticket and for heaven’s sake I paid for that! But the asshole woman told me that I couldn’t avail that for a particular reason. A reason she couldn’t give. I tried to question that but she sarcastically snapped if I wanted to leave or not since I had so many questions. That shot me to zip my mouth. AND THIS HAPPENED 2DAYS BEFORE OUR DEPARTURE.

I  am writing all of this things because truly I become a victim here. And I am writing this to warn all those hopeful nurses who want to go to NZ. Please do not let yourselves be persuaded by the agency’s sweet words and pledges. My God! THEY DID NOT EVEN GAVE ME AN OFFICIAL RECEIPT. They just usually give acknowledgement receipt. Now, where’s the BIR? Are they doing their job?

They tricked us! All of us nurses!

I did and paid all my papers. From the needed authentication in Malacanang up to Embassy of  NZ in Ayala. I paid for my medical exam. What this agency had done was the visa processing and the one-way ticket. That’s all!!!

Nurses, if you want to go here in NZ, do not go to this agency or even immigration consultancy. As a victim of a deceitful act done by this agency, I am advising you to do your own processing and job application online to the school where you want to do your competency, etc.  

Ito lang ang dapat mong magastos approx sa Pilipinas:

Competency reg. fee.                         P 14,000 ( dating P7000  lang)               

Processing of papers                                  4,000                          
(Malacanang, Embassy of NZ)

Medical exam                                          10,000

*Other lab exam school                           13,000                  
might be requested by the school                        

Airfare:                                         60,000  roundtrip ticket

Terminal fee                                                  550

(Excess baggage is US$ 27/kg)

                                                            P101,550

 *This is just assumed if you’ll be studying in Manukau Institute but if in other school, it’ll be approx. P3500.  UNITECH, Henderson is much cheaper.

Kung mag-aapply ka direkta sa hospital, kailangan mong i-shoulder ang mga sumusunod:

*Competency course                                         NZ$ 4,300      (P 142,000)

**Accomodation (backpackers/hostel)                       1,100   for 2 months

***Transpo from airport to hostel                                 200

Expenses/food                                                           1,500

Others/laboratory if ever                                               100  &! nbsp;  

                                                                                 7,100   (P 234,300)

 Plus NZ$ 280 for your working visa, IRD, variations

Now if you cannot afford the course, transpo, accomodation, might as well get a principal sponsor. NEVER APPLY ON ANY IMMIGRATION CONSULTANCY OR RECRUITMENT AGENCY IN OUR COUNTRY. Dahil ang principal sponsor LANG ang TANGING gagawa lahat for you. Sila ang maglo-loan sa’yo (of course may interest), magsusundo, maghahanap ng placement mo at maghahatid sa’yo kung saan ka titira near your work, mag-aasikaso ng change status ng visa mo from visiting visa to working visa at para makakuha ka ng working permit at variations (ito yung pwede kang mag-dble job). At hindi ang mga pesteng recruitment agency na ‘yan sa Pinas.

I am just a concerned Filipino na nagbabakasakali sa buhay at walang balak manggago ng kapwa ko, mapa-Pinoy o Puti. Sana matulungan kayo ng blog na ito.

By Joy B. Miranda

Barely a month since her appointment, Honorary Consul to Cyprus Shemaine Alonzo Bushnell – Kyriakides is heading for the United States of America tomorrow for what she said a “personal business”.  She however e mailed to me her message for the 109th Philippine Independence Day  Celebration which will take place on Sunday, June 10, 2007 at Tripoli Park, Solomon Square, Nicosia and requested me to read it for her .  Consul Kyriakides did not mention as to how long will she be away.  Below is the Honorary Consulate’s Statement:

   

   Philippine Honorary Consulate

Cyprus

       

             

 

First, I would like to thank you for inviting me to your Independence Day celebration.  I am very sorry I cannot be there with you today due to a personal matter that requires me to be in the U.S.

But I would like to say just a few words…. 

Philippine Independence Day historically celebrates Independence from the colonial rule of Spain and later from the United States.  

The Philippines has a long and proud history.  It is a place where people of different countries have made their mark, we see it in the many different dialects in each of the islands, the food, the dances, the way of dressing, and even in the way Filipinos distinguish themselves to fellow Filipinos.  They call themselves Tagalog, Ilocano, Visayan…etc.  But all in all Filipinos come together as one, especially in foreign countries where their only network of support is the Filipino community.

So today, as we celebrate the 109^th Independence Day of the Philippines, let us remember that as in the past,

Philippine Independence was achieved through the unity and strength of the Filipino people.  And

in order to be a driving force for change it is important to be united as one.

Good luck and Mabuhay!

Thank you,

Shemaine Alonso Bushnell-Kyriakides

Philippine Consul, a.h.

Cyprus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

By Joy B. Miranda

If there is one person I know who is extremely proud of his origin, it’s Vamsee. This morning he said, “In the history of Cyprus College, the first thing that they will know upon clicking on the Cyprus College website is that they will realize it is done by an Indian.” “Not just an Indian, but it is done by you!,” I quipped. “Done by me, by anybody else, as there are many others better than me out there, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that it is being done by an Indian like me,” he retorted in what could be a tone of pride in his voice.

I couldn’t blame him for that. Since I’ve known him for few years now , he is never ashamed of who he is. I joked at him one time by saying that he is so full of himself, which he didn’t take as a joke because “being full of himself” literally means self-centered and egoistic, and he was upset because he is not self-centered and egoistic. Of course. What I meant was that I also wanted to talk about Philippines and its history, my culture and traditions, my movies, my actors, my songs, etcetera. It just didn’t happen many times in our conversation because as always, topic is all about India. Fine. God bless India. Sure.

Anyways, he has been developing websites for a number of companies and even individuals in Cyprus. Being in a foreign land where discrimination is obviously displayed by some locals, Vamsee is one guy who expects and rather demands respect and it shows firmly in the way he talks to other people, to his clients, to his colleagues in the Research Department. Anyone he deals with can not fail but notice a gesture of “don’t -you- dare- look -down- on- me, or never- underestimate- me-look.” It’s just him, no less, in the manner and in every inch of professionalism, so to speak.

Some may find him snob, strict and choosy probably because of his serious-looking face. Well, he is a straight-forward yet dedicated person who knows what he wants in his life. He sticks to his principle whatever it is. He is snob and strict to those he knew would only be interested to mess up with him, so displaying an indifferent gesture is his way of signaling to them that there is no way they can mess up with him!

“Character is destiny” is his motto. Somehow, to understand it is also to understand him deeply. And understanding him in my case has changed a lot in me character-wise. Lesson? Here it is: Focus to what is really important in living. Money is supposed to be handled well, not money handling us, otherwise there is always chaos in life. Because money has no eyes, no heart, no senses. It just expends, and when it does, it doesnt care. Made sense? Hope so.

Well, I do not intend to write a whole book about him (as I know his humble, no show-off self wouldn’t agree to it either.) I only want to scribble some few lines about the person whom this website of mine has been created. He first felt my passion for writing, and he expressed his faith in my simple ability to write by way of making this website, as a birthday present to me last year…and I’ve never been so thankful! 

My lips will be left with insufficient words because I couldn’t really gather an appropriate adjective to support my heartfelt appreciation for all the good things he has done and still doing for me. He has been there for me through the good and bad times in Cyprus. He was the only person who showed up in the hospital when I had an accident. One day, and one day more, I will be going back to the Philippines. This site will be with me wherever and whenever I feel like writing something…and wherever and whenever, www.sentidokomon.com will always be indebted to him.

To Vamsee, thank you very much and many happy returns of the day! 

By Joy B. Miranda

Almost a month that there is no posting in this site. We have discontinued our connection to Cytanet simply because honestly, we are not happy of its service. We have decided to get the internet service of Primetel company which said that installation will take 15 working days. We went to PrimeTel office April 24th and we filled up the application and have paid the nessesary dues. Unfortunately, the staff there obviously have no idea how annoying to wait for 15 working days for our internet and telephone line to be installed. Up to this date, it is still uninstalled…hah!

Sometimes things like this really get into my nerves that its pretty hard trying to control myself from bad-mouthing people for their incompetence or whatsoever their reason was, God bless them.

It has always been busy days for me at work and at my LR Health and Beauty System Networking activities. Yet, my commitment to maintain this site has never been placed into the backseat of my thalamus. This is my domain and for as long as I am awake and alive (amen!) www.sentidokomon.com will continue to serve its purpose.

A Million dollar salute to Mama Terry and all the Mothers in the world!

Anyway folks, it is the 20th of May and I am so thankful because many years ago today, I experienced having a kid sister. I was the only girl in the family until Tiny or Katrina Joyce was delivered from my mom’s womb miraculously. Mom had a serious bleeding that Sunday morning that we all panicked as Dad drove us to the old Regional Hospital in Tagum City. There was no resident doctor that day so we drove past Davao City with dextrose attached to the arm of my half-conscious mom.

We reached Davao Medical Center and right then mom was readied for a Ceasarian Section delivery. Around half past 11 in the evening, a very tiny, pale and vulnerable, barely 8 months baby girl came out by normal delivery! Earlier that day I was so scared seeing my bleeding mom gasping for breath as she let her teardrops washed her cheeks silently. I knew and understood that it was unexplainably painful to be in that situation. Somehow, I felt the worst fear ever that I ran to the hospital’s chapel and prayed deeply for the first time in my life!

Placenta flava? I didnt understand what I heard from the doctor or what had implied in those medical words then. What I fully understood was that he asked me if anything wrong happens, whom to save? “The baby or your mom?” What answer a teenager like me then could give to the physician, you think?

For the record I answered “mom”. And hell, it broke my heart. It broke my heart because I dont want to lose ”the baby and the mom”. I still remember that my own eyes were fogged with tears as I ran to the chapel and prayed. I asked God to save both. God was so kind, indeed. Mama Terry was bleeding from the morning and God must have seen how she painstakingly fought to save her baby and herself. And she succeeded!

I still consider it a miracle for a barely 8 months baby girl to try to come out from the womb by normal delivery, despite the preceding agony she and mom went through the whole day! That was the happiest day of my life!

Well, that is the story of the birth of my only sister Tiny. She still is “tiny” to me. She always say that she looked up to me being a strong person. She didnt realize that if there is one thing I could describe as being strong by birth, that is her. Mama Terry was spared from the knife and needle and stitches brought about by CS delivery. Take note that if not seven, it must be nine, not eight months! Tell me, can there be any explanation for the word “miracle?”

Happy birthday Tiny! and to Mama Terry, it is said that mothers are angels on earth. Im hats off for the displayed courage! Happy Mothers’ day!

By Bea Joy Miranda Tabuga

What drives you?

In 19th century, if the Philippine national hero, Dr. Jose P. Rizal, along with all the other heroes we had, would be asked about what drives his life, I bet he might say, “the thirst for independence”. Today, for ABS-CBN or GMA for instance, both leading Filipino radio and television channels, it’s “the will of serving the Filipinos through media.” That drives them. In schools, it’s “the hunger for education”, which somehow inspires their vision-mission-goal. For fathers, it would be “their starving children”, and for mothers, generally, it would be “their children’s father”.

But you? What drives you? What drives your life?

If Pepe Rizal and all the other heroes in the 19th century fought the colonizers for their thirst for independence, and if media companies are driven by the will to serve the people in order to continuously create competitive shows and conduct public services, how about you? Schools are driven with the hunger for education and they even compete with each other to stand out among all the others in providing the best quality education. Fathers, as a stereotype, go to work and earn money as much as they can to feed their starving children. And the mothers? They simply do what’s the best for their children, and first and foremost, the best for their children’s father, that in the end line they unconsciously forget their own selves.

How about you? What do you do? What drives you to do it?

In the universally known book of Rick Warren entitled the “Purpose-Driven Life”, it religiously states that our life “must be” (if not “is”) driven by a purpose. If all Rick Warren’s explanations, arguements and Bible-and-prophecy-proven statements convinced you that your life is driven by a purpose, then what would now be your purpose?

If you can’t answer that question right away, you might be able to answer this one: Why did you read this article even if I said do not read this in the first place? What drives you? Curiosity? Sounds intriguing? Sounds interesting? What then can be the purpose of reading this intriguing and interesting “what drives you?” article? Find out the answer.

If you can’t find any, stick to this: “What you think is what you say. What you say is what you do. What you do is what you are. What you are is the one that drives you.”

Dahil in-born o natural sa’yo ang pagiging chismosa o usisera, kahit na sabihin ko pang “Beware of Dogs” o “Danger! Falling debris” o “Stop! The light is red” o “Bawal umihi dito, ang umihi dito, aso!” o “Parental Guidance” o kahit anu-ano pang mga signs para patnubayan ang mga tao kalakip ang “By Mgt”, sa unahan ng article na ito para lang hindi mo ito basahin, babasahin mo pa rin ito. Ang pagiging chismosa mo ang nagda-drive sa’yo! Eh ano sakali ang purpose ng pagiging chismosa mo? Para makakuha ng kaalaman? Para malaman ang latest at updates? Swerte mo kung tulad sa artikulong ito ang mababasa mo. Eh paano kung hindi?

Tigilan mo na ‘tong basahin. Lumalala lang ang pagiging chismosa mo, na wala namang maidudulot na mabuti sa iyo.

Makes sense?

-Beiah-