From where I came from not everybody's a hero

It's a freaking given fact. I love superheroes. I love what they do to people. I love what they stand for. Like for example Captain America, Freedon and justice the American freaking way. Like Spidey, your friendly neighborhood Spiderman. It's actually their deeds that make them special. Its what the people see and don not see in them. There is this new shirt, well, it's a statement shirt that goes " FROM WHERE I CAME FROM EVERYBODY'S A HERO." Sure, I know Jose Rizal, Macario Sakay, and Lapu-Lapu PERO SINO BA TALAGA YUNG BAYANI O MGA BAYANI? Well, not from my point of view. Last Sep. 26, 2009 Ondoy bitch slapped most areas in Rizal province, Marikina, and other parts of the Metro. Leaving hundreds of dead pinoy and home less families. Help came in like crazy, donations, volunteers, even that fuck faced Richard "The Speed Boat" Gutierrez" who only saved Christine Reyes via borrowed speed boat.
But sad to say, I saw first hand how some people had the guts to pose for photos outside relief areas. And these photos are not candid, its like their posing so that they can pose it on their fucking networking sites! Hell!!! I saw those darn idiots outside while the rest of them were packing relief goods! There were two container vans outside, maatatapos sana kayo kung sobrang lahat kayo gnagawa nyo trabaho nyo. I have nothing against photo or taking pictures, you need that for your records but if its not necessary, don't bother. Volunteering is a selfless act! Selfless. AND HELL BE THANKFUL, MY STORE GAVE 5K WORTH OF COFFEE FOR THOSE VOULUNTEERS TAPOS SASABHIN NG ISA " WELL ITS ABOUT TIME THEY GAVE US COFFEE!" INGRATA KA! NASALANTA DIN KAME. That is why I don't really agree with that statement shirt ''FROM WHERE I CAME FROM EVERYBODY'S A HERO". Others kase selfish ang reasons. Masabi lang nag volunteer ok na

Here's my list of heroes and villains during the Ondoy Typhoon

Heroes:
Sen Gordon
Red Cross Volunteers
Starbucks Philippines
Jon Espiritu (Because he made two trips to deliver coffee to those volunteers)
Gerard Andersen
Jericho Rosales (pwede na din)
Raymart Santiago
Phil Navy

Villains:
Gibo (manok sana kita kaso shaky ka pa bro)
Bayani (Asaan ka mate?)
Mayor Paeng Diaz of San Mateo Rizal (where in the world are you mayor during the typhoon?)
Gov. Ynares (puro salamat sa interview, men, we need figures, we need numbers kung ilan na natutulungan mo)
Mga nanamantala sa mga relief goods
Mga tanod na dapat nagbabantay ng ration at releif eh sila pa ang unang kumukuha
Mga student volunteers na inatupag lang eh mag picturan sa sa labas ng relief centers para may pam-post sa facebook at twitter nila.
Mga artistang tumutulong mag karoon lang ng publicity.

The Teacher

When I was in High school I always wanted to be a doctor. I always wanted that cool M.D. tagged in my name Jonathan Espiritu M.D. . Cool di ba? But when I entered college it all changed. Reality struck me like a monster truck. I'm not fit to be a doctor. Why? I failed my Chemistry 100. Yes. For me to be a doctor you should be well versed in chemistry. You have to know what's going on chemically to your patients. But did it shatter my spirit? Hell no! I challenged myself. HINAMON KO NG SUNTUKAN ANG SARILI KO! I entered Starbucks realized that I could coach and teach new baristas. I became a Distrcit Coffee Master then a Shift Supervisor. Now I'm basically in charge of the learning and development of coffee masters and aspiring coffee masters.

Then after nearly 3 years of working, something slammed me. I should teach. In a university. I should get a master's degree. Go back to my Alma Mater and teach Nutrition students. Then my Lolo which is the Assistant dean for my college in UST told me that there is a need for new instructors for Nutrition. I felt the need. I heard Saint Thomas shouting "Hey Jon hurry up and get a fucking master's degree! We need you here man!" There is a need for a former Thomsian to wear the black, gold and white motiffs again but also the saint was asking me to choose. Wear the black, gold and white and drop the green, white and black colors of my company. Well, I am a little bit confused but still, I want to teach. That is my new goal, my new challange. Come october I am going back to school. By hook or by crook. Hell, I can even get a Ph.d and still be called a doctor. Tell me, How cool can that be?

Tito Obet

This is my first post and this will be a sad one. Yesterday, my uncle was murdered. He was killed by an assassin in San Jose, Bulacan. He was shot in the head twice, in the chest twice, and the legs twice. The first report was he was shot eleven times but based on the SOCO autopsy report six bullets went inside my uncle's body. A high powered gun was used to subdue him. But according to Police reports he fought back, but unfortunately missed. He was also carrying a pistol at that time. He did not die instantly and the police told his son that he was still fighting for his life...but not long after, he gave up. What caused that incident? Who the hell did it?

First of all, my uncle was a veterinarian by profession but he switched jobs as a CEO for his own company. He sells feeds to farm owners in the provinces. He has this client that owes him three millions pesos since 2007. For my uncle the business owner, losing three million pesos can break you. It can ruin your whole business and can make your family suffer. He was just trying to to do his job, for her wife and for my cousins. That three million pesos was intended to be used as a buffer for their house bills and for my younger cousin's college fund.

Do we have suspects?

Do we have witnesses?

For witnesses? Yes. Someone overheard my uncle talking to someone on his mobile phone saying that my uncle was trying to persuade someone to park near his car, but still that someone ought to park somewhere else.

For the suspects? Well, yes. Edwin Fausto. Nephew of the former Mayor of Sta.Maria, Bulacan. He owes my uncle that Three million pesos. He tried to hussle my uncle before, he switched sim cards so that my uncle could not contact him, after a few months he called or texted my uncle wanting to meet up somewhere in Nueva Ecija, but my uncle refused because he knew Nueva Ecija that damn well. So my uncle told him that they should meet up somewhere in Bulacan, knowing that This Mr. Fausto would settle his debts. But my uncle was caught off-guard. An assassin shot him at the back of the head, chest then legs. But he's just one man, how about the assassin? We don't know. It's still to early to tell if it's really Mr. Fausto was the head honcho for this crime. BAKA MALI LANG AKO, KAMENG PAMILYA SA MGA NAIISIP NAMIN. Maybe because we're just angry and he was the last guy my uncle talked to, and he owes my uncle three million pesos.

My uncle turned 44 last June 08. Then he was killed on June 09.

My uncle celebrated his birthday with us, his nephews, his wife and kids. SIMPLENG SALO-SALO LANG NG YELLOWCAB AT PASTA.

He went to church last sunday which is odd because he does not usually go to church.

I talked to him about our Mini Pincher "Blake".

The house feels empty right now. I cried my heart out last night, I did not eat, did not even brushed my teeth. Yes, I do love my uncle. He told my aunty before that he was proud of me that I passed the board exams and graduating from the University of Sto. Tomas then working for Starbucks and then got promoted. He never lacked encouragement for my cousins and for his nephews and nieces. He was eager to help those people in need. I cried my heart out last night. It was really, really, painful knowing that someone took his life, knowing that he was only doing his job for his family. Rest in peace Tito Obet.