THE OTHER SIDE OF MIKE MERINO

 

It is said that lives are link across time.

I always muster to feature this guy in my “Qualfon Madness” blog way back in 2010. Out of the blue, I abandoned that blog and created a new blog where I could articulately expound my knowledge and not just limit my sphere of writing acumen within the portals of Qualfon. I love to write so to speak because this an acid test for me whether I can become a great storyteller. Unfortunately, the many attempts of asking him to sit down with me to have tête-à-tête interview rubbed off. The roller coaster life is the reason.

Sacre blue, there have been drums of noise about this guy. His charismatic image draws so much attention from the opposite sex but he is nonchalant towards these admirations from young bubbly or sometimes flirtatious gals. I guess he is not into cherchez la femme. Ultimately, this nonchalance has created a havoc of intrigues about his personality to the point that I was asked with a personal questions about him. Being closed to him doesn’t mean that I know everything about his private life. In friendship, I never dig about the personal life of a person unless otherwise that person would let me see his world. If I know anything, it is not damn of my business anyway. Being closed to him has created malicious speculations from some fecund minded and nervous gunner people afraid to be shot dead first. I say, I don’t care. I walk straight with clear conscience. Better rub the salt in your wound. 

Mike has been scattershot laser beam kiddo to me over a year or 2. I addressed him like this because he moves fast when his body is physically in good condition yet he usually gets sick especially when he lacks rest and deep slumber. Mercurial as he is, his moods swing. He can be hyperactive and energetic. At one moment, there is “little monster” in him. He almost erupts like a volcano and spits venom.  His handsome face would turn red and thick eyebrows pulled together. Then suddenly, his devilish face metamorphoses back to his handsome face again.  I am used to this scene ☺ ☺ that sometimes I wanted to slug his stomach. One thing I noticed too, he is a warrior who will go into a fight once provoked but he can be great defender if he is your ally.

Chapter III The Legacy: Dawn of the Fallen Angels

Khail transformed himself into human through the process of intermingling with human woman. He and Zar were the only fallen angels who have retained their immortality. Unlike other fallen angels, they lost their immortality, passed away and forgotten in oblivion. Khail and Zar’s were best buddies in the celestial kingdom. They were supernatural angelic personalities which served the earth until the time they join the forces of evil to wage war against their Creator that lead to their downfall. They regret this for their entire existence. Perhaps gaining their immortality was a sign of condoning their grave sin. Or perhaps, immortality was the emblem bestowed to them by their Creator since the time they were created.

You would never imagine Khail was an angel. He had a masculine built torso. Dark glossy hair. His dark black eyes were so mystic. His smile was insanely charming. Anybody could be lured by it. He never seemed to grow old. His skin texture was still smooth albeit he lived for thousands years on earth. He wore an eyeglass to appear old enough to be the father of his sons. They appeared not like father and sons but they were like siblings. When they went out in public they were most of the time scrutinized as siblings, not father and sons.

As days, months went by; I lived my life in normalcy which does me good. When I was adjusted to the situation and my unflinching persistence to seek for the truth, I turned out be smart and intelligent kid. I also discovered extraordinary powers were growing beneath my fragile body which I kept within myself. I taught myself not to be provoked or excited. When I behaved like this, I was out of control. Spiritual energies or the chakra energies were emitted from my body. Objects were flying out in the air or I levitated in the air. That was only the beginning. It sent thousands chills down my spine but I was overwhelmed of this new discovery. Beside of the ability of eavesdropping. Here  came another discovery of spiritual power. I became more confident with my existence yet as a five year old girl, I was vulnerable to my own emotions and the outside forces that affect my vulnerability. 


Khail of course was astonished how astute was I but he was bothered of my vulnerability to canny devices that I may succumbed to. As angel, he sensed the growing power in me, and if not properly trained, I maybe out of control and became dangerous specie of a fallen angels. He felt there were more powers growing in me. He immediately called John.

“John, you presumptions about Abigail was wrong,” Khail muttered. 

“She is developing some powerful weapons in her fragile body and if we are not going take initiative how to control the powers slowly surfacing from her, she’ll become a monster of her own making. I fathom that she is more powerful than any other fallen angels on earth.”

John was astonished and silent for a moment then spoke, "Abigail is still a kid, Uncle. You are there to admonish her to be strong in spirit and to lead to the right direction."


With all my strength, I will do the best I could for Abigail but you should also be there for her, you are the father," said Khail.


Yes, I am always with Abigail, you know that Uncle," John replied.


I know John, but only in spirit. She needs you in flesh. She misses you much but I understand that this is not the right time yet for her safety. I understand the plan also. We are the only few fallen angels who are trying our unwanning effort to please God once again because he love this world so much that even he scarifies his only begotten son,”, Khail said.

I want to speak to Zar, is he around?” as
ked Khail. 

He is in Himalayan Mountains with my mom. If you have any message I can relay to him, Uncle. I am currently in Dubai for an oil rig expedition, answered John. hn replied.

“No problem John. I can go airborne to Himalayan Mountains and speak to your father about his plan. We shall formulate a strategy to destroy the nuclear weapons that August is building somewhere in Middle East. It is built underground invisible to men’s naked eye. His undertaking of putting up nuclear weapons is a manifestation of his delusion for grandeur, like Adolf Hitler, Joseph Stalin and among other megalomaniac leaders of our times. He needs logistic support and coffers to prosper his lunacy. He wants the treasures no matter how it takes. August does not possess an angelic power but there is a demon in him that drives him to get those treasures. He is a mad man. He is the reincarnation of one devil that lured us to wage war against God.  Ours is a war between nuclear weapons and angelic powers. Between evils that preexisted here on earth, we have to choose the lesser evil. You should better come,” Khail lamented.

When are you planning to meet with my dad,” asked John.
“Soonest the better. I’ll ring you up,” answered Khail.

“Okay, I’ll be there,” said John.

The beads of sweat flowing profusely on John’s face appeared like small diamonds on his clean face. He had to wipe his face with a hanky few times when Khail was talking to him. The majestic sun sent heat wave at 42 Celsius. His coppered skin turned tan due to the heat.  He and his staff were going on an oil rig expedition. They were exploring a potential site in Dubai’s desert to rig oil. John had already established a multibillion dollar worth Oil Mining Company in Dubai and Kuwait.  The name of his company was Josephus Oil Mining Company. In Dubai rose a twenty four storey building and in Kuwait, definitely a 30 storey building. Thousands of employees work in this company coming from various countries with good paying salaries and fringe benefits. The employees were given free housing accommodations with complete furniture and fixtures, free travel abroad every year end, free cars and gadgets, clothing allowances, food allowances and  health insurance.  Under John’s company, social welfare was practiced. Ironical to these privileges given to his employees, John lived a very simple life in Himalayan Mountains with Zar and his mom.  

Although the first reaction of John was stunned that I possessed with extraordinary powers, he smiled and was pleased of the news. He ordered his men to temporarily suspend the expedition and go back to their respective offices. His men were baffled when he said he had to stay behind to explore the desert. They knew how dangerous it was to be alone. When they left, he was airborne up in the air, up in the bluish sky. His feathery silky wings were flashing back and forth against the wind. His speed was swift and fast even surpassing the supersonic jet plane that left Dubai ahead of him. The passengers on the plane who saw him flying shouted, “Angel, angel” but at instant my father was invisible to their eyes. He traveled so fast that at the blink of your eyes, he was gone. It took him about an hour to travel from Dubai to Japan. He had to see me…

THE LEGACY Chapter II : Dawn of the Fallen Angels

Hi, my name is Abigail Joseph aka Therah Smith. I am the only child of John Joseph, the granddaughter of the fallen angel Zar. I am THE LEGACY to the hidden treasures of the fallen angels. This has stake my life in endanger and in a constant struggle to the evil forces. How will I defeat the evil forces, will bring you to the astounding story packed with action and thrill.Subterfuge is the game in my mind

I grew-up under the auspices of Khail. He treated me like his own daughter. Aside from Mojo the cat who was all the time watching and guarding me, I had noticed that the three sons of Khail were overprotective. They seemed like demi-gods who would suddenly appear if they sense I was in danger or the alarm system pushed them and so with Khail. They were behaving like I was deeply in a danger zone. Their behavior seemed to be unreasonable and overacting to the situations. I guessed they could sniff danger.

There was one moment I saw Khail spread his majestic wings without his noticed. My violet blue eyes were quizzical. My mouth turned big in gape and all I could say was, “Ohh” silently. His wings were feathery smooth white - wide like his two stretch muscled arms. His wings were attached sturdy to his appendage from his behind. I was so inquisitive what he was doing with his wings so I hid at the back of the giant sofa where he could not see me spying at him. He moved his wings back and forth. Slow, first, then fast and faster.  The flashes of his wings were so loud and intense.  It sent gusty winds all around the living room and echoing sound of turbulent tornado that somewhat was going to ruin the house.  It sent panicky feeling inside me that I almost shouted hysterically then someone covered my mouth.

“What are you doing here, Abigail,”  Khail questioned me.

I was stunned when he showed up in front of me. He was a there moment ago spreading his wings and made a fuss out of it now he was in front of me with a puzzled look in the impertinent air in the living room. 

With a gush, I answered him, “I was looking for Mojo, the cat. He just slipped away. I was afraid that he climbed again the tree outside the house. He was often a naughty cat. I was about to go outside when  I saw you pulled your wings from behind so I hid for you not to see me but I was terrified with the wheezing sound of your wings that I almost shouted.”

Khail was amused about my answer. He tapped by shoulder, touched my head and carried me. He sat in the couch with me on his lap. He kissed me sweetly in my forehead, hold my hands and said, “Abigail, you are still young to understand your destiny. What you see a while ago, keep it to your heart. We are not ordinary creatures of God. You are destined to uncover the truth. We are preparing you to be strong in spirit, flesh and wisdom. Your time will come. Your time will come to embattle the evil forces on this earth. Like Adam and Eve, who was charged to take care of the earth, you will also be charged of The Legacy. Prepare yourself, there is up more surprises to come.” 

I looked straight into the eyes of Khail with my eyebrows pulled together but I never dare to say a word. Yet there was avalanche of thoughts playing in my brain, “I could not fathom. I could not fathom” what Khail was talking about. All I care was play with Mojo, the cat and when my father comes back to get me.

Although it was cumbersome for me to comprehend the environment inside the house, I had discovered that I lived with no ordinary people but with extraordinary personalities possessed with heavenly powers to go into a battlefield.  They were gifted creatures. Mikhail, the dark brown haired eldest son of Khail possessed pyrokinesis ability. His ultra blue eyes could set any object into fire. He was taciturn, not much of a talker but dangerous when provoked. By controlling his mind, he could set fire and could turn the event into one hell of inferno. He could be a raging bull in the battle field but he was amiable and sweet. Darwin, the second son of Khail was dexterous in telekinesis. He had the power to move material object without any physical contact. He was the Atlas. Every material objet was weightless for him. He could also crash any objects by his mind power.  Stephen, the youngest, could read mind but most dangerous, could brainwashed and tortured your mind to insanity. With their phenomenal powers, I questioned myself if my father also inherent that bizarre power like the sons of Khail.

I slowly learned to accept that this is my second home. I slowly adjust myself to the situation. I slowly learned to live comfortably with Khail and his sons. I slowly accepted that my alias was Therah Smith. That made my heart lighter but deep inside, almost every day part of my being was longing for my father, John. 


When I was five years old, I discovered accidentally that I have heavenly powers too. I could hear different sounds no matter how far from my room. No matter how far they were inside the house I could hear them talk. There were times, I was eavesdropping. I have this bugging system in my ears that I enjoyed listening to these heavenly creatures. Sometimes I giggled alone in my bed about their jokes. Sometimes, all I could hear was the silence of the night or sometimes the flashes of their wings as if they traveled from very far places. As if they came from the battle of Armageddon.


I enjoyed doing this a few times. But sometimes, I felt scared as though they were preparing for a great war that my hair out from my skin.  The most shocking conversation I heard from them one day was about my father, John. It was a revelation to me that I cried alone in pain. I never realized that the man I saw once talking at the verandah with Khail was my father.  The man kissing  my forehead every night was my father. He never let me see him. He was invisible from my naked eyes but in all the essence of my humanity I could feel him over my body every night but I couldn’t explain this certain mystery embracing my young age. I cried in my sleep. My eyes were swollen. I missed my father so much because I never saw my mom. I informed was she died when giving birth to me. Everything then for me was a jigsaw puzzle that I was trying to pick the pieces to have a clear picture. I was determined to seek for the truth and the truth will set me free.

 

When I woke-up the next morning I told my Khail , “Dad I love you.” This was one way of saying my gratitude to Khail who had protected me for two years. Khail was moved and looked into my eyes. 

He could read what was on my mind. He hugged me tight and told me, “Abigail, when the right time comes, you'll see your father. He wants to protect you. He is readying the plan as the sole legacy to the richest in the world. To be with him in your young age would be dangerous. Your father has heavenly powers like us. He is safe across the roads of battle. He is not yet sure if you possessed the same powers since you belong to the second generation of Zar. He wants your safety." Back in my mind, I said, "I do have and you'll be surprised someday."

I smiled and hugged Khail and said, “Dad, someday I will understand. Tell my father, I miss him.”

To be continued...

RODELIA WELLS: ON THE WINGS OF LOVE

“I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.” 

― Marilyn Monroe

Love never stops there where you leave the trails of pitfalls behind. Where we leave the bad memories of married life to once we call, “for better or worse, for richer or poorer” because it doesn’t work at all! We don’t have to look back at the past but look again for someone to fill the hole in our heart. Paint that heart again with a rainbow colors. Put twinkle in our eyes and a glow on our face. 

This happened to Rodelia Wells. She was married twice but along the pathways of her married life, it did really not work at all. The last marriage she had was with James Richard Wells in 2007. She met this guy when she was still working in Singapore. They separated in 2009 due to psychological incapacity and financial issues.  They don’t have kids. She has three bubbling kids with her first marriage. They are all grown-ups. Her daughter, Honey Mae who is the eldest among her kids is QAA in Touch Commerce. Whenever they are together, they are just like sisters. Her second child, Andrew, 24 years is still schooling and taking up IT. James, his youngest is 18 also taking-up IT at ACT. 

MY INSANITY OF LIFE!

There is a song of Donna Summer that goes:

She works hard for the money

So hard for it honey

She works hard for the money

So you better treat her right

You may feel peppy dancing to the tune but you may not get the gist of it. Maybe when your sweat is free flowing on your body then you may comprehend how hard it is to earn money and you should be treated right. I need to underscore, yes treated RIGHT, not like underdogs or lame ducks as though you have the right to hold my life forever. 

If you work hard and adhering to the rules, you’ll be rewarded. That is bullshit! A baloney! Only gullible people believe in this statement. If it did not happen, then don’t ever expect it to happen. For sure, that will only create a havoc of frustrations and hundreds of thin lines on your pretty or handsome face. Never believe in promises, they are meant to be broken.

When I was actively involved in the local governance in Pasig, I formulated programs and have these sponsored by the some Honorable Men and Women who just sit their ass and wait for 15^th and 30^th to receive their pay. With all the accolades decorated on their names, with all the smiles of grandeur, with all the dirty jobs I have done to give them credits, nobody dared to say, “Beth, thank you.”  These people that I worked with were unscrupulous and apathetic. Was I persona non grata to their territory? It is still fresh in my mind that I plotted a sub rosa campaign just to out seat a particular person in favor of a dear friend that it caused my integrity and my job. When the battle started, I was alone with my fight. It was hard fight, fighting demagogues. It was a fight that up to this moment I shiver to the thought of remembering it. That was the old baggage of the past that keeps on haunting me. I promised myself not to get involve with politics anymore. Working for them is pain in the ass. They are just bunch of retarded people who are megalomaniac to stay in power. Happy trigger turning their small fiefdom into a horror of tyranny. And what do we get? Their doo doo. Of course, I had a good political ally but he is dead. Dead man can tell no tale. I had a family friend that I admire so much. No other than, retired 5 Star Gen. Roy Cimatu. He is a brother to me much more than a friend. 

I am now involved in a call center environment. It is a fast pace life. When you look at the clock then you realized you are extending time beyond your limits…gratis! Is this a love of labor? Or is this an abuse that you predispose to yourself just to beat whatever is deliverable? I have been toggling with the Management that somehow those staff that deserve recognition should also be given just a tiny appreciation. I am not against any persons or any individuals. It is not my forte to go to “ad hominem argument” because I am not perfect.I have my flaws. I often said, “trabaho lang ‘to walang personalan” Giving recognition is an old habit. I believe this is the best form of conveying gratitude for the contribution in the company. I was not able to attend the General Assembly last Tuesday. I heard that the Management will be giving recognition to Supervisor/Staff who has exemplary performance. Let’s us give this round of applause. A thundering applause to the Managers who who sweated blood to embrace the people under them. If I am still with politics I can pass a resolution commending their unequivocal leadership.

I maybe straightforward and I may offend people yet in any company straightening issues is just a natural approach for a healthy working relationship. People empowerment is not a matter of command because you are in a higher position but is a matter of listening and communicating effectively.

I maybe the kind of person who defies rules or dogma at work but still I want to take my job seriously within my shift. When I see these ninja turtles with their mavericks avoiding their responsibilities, I get totally berserk. Why? because it is too unfair for those supervisors who are doing their job religiously but during pay day, we get the same amount of pay. Where is parity here? If some of them cannot even follow simple rules then why should accept the position.

Others may say, laissez faire but I say be SMART and act professionally.  Putting my heart and soul to my job, is the only indulgence I can give to my children, the people that I work with and to God.  

I have tons of insanity maybe but look how much insanity Steve Jobs has!