Mutya bares top-secret story for Lent

This is not a blog about disparaging comments on hotels, restaurants or erring personas who induced me with acute nausea. This is a story fitting for Holy week; a narration and a reflection of something that opened my eyes to the manifold realities of life on Earth.

More often than not, when I and Alfred engage into a conversation, the topic always leads to sex, health and, ultimately the cause of our total annihilation. I can say that you are interested to know more about these three popular topics but to honor the meaning of this blessed season, please let me narrate something you never heard of.

One time, when I was segregating the leaves of Malunggay and Spinach for our viand, I asked Alfred to reveal his greatest mistake in life.

I was afraid because he was holding a sharp knife slicing some frozen fish for dinner. Unlike Ms. Venus Raj, he immediately gave me an answer without circumnavigating.

“My greatest mistake happened during my elementary days when I haphazardly wasted the opportunity to study well, thus missing the wonders of education.”

He chopped the fish heavily.

I held my breath for a couple of seconds but I did not stop there. I dug deeper.

“What were the most difficult events you experienced when you were young? Mine for example was sleeping for two days with empty stomach.” I told him to kickstart the conversation.

I saw him adding too much salt to the boiling water.

“Three things.”, he started to recall.

“When I was young, I had no choice but to help my brothers to harvest corn. Up until now, I could still feel the searing pain when the leaves sliced my small palms. It was like blade after blade, slice after slice, until your whole hand numbs. The pain was excruciating for a 10-year old child whose dream during that time was only to play. I realized that pain is a twin brother of mine. My hands became rugged but strong. I knew God was preparing me for a tougher challenge—a second fruit.”

“Do you want to know the second fruit which changed my life?”, he asked.

“Yes!”, I answered.

“It’s inside the refrigerator. Get it for me.” I opened the fridge and I saw a pineapple.

It was during my second year when I first knew him. He was oozing with wit and a sensational style of leadership which won the heart of many. Aside from these were his skills in peeling the pineapple’s skin. After class hours, without delay, he run to the public market in order help his sister to prepare sliced fruits for their small store. He can remove the eyes of the fruit within one minute preserving its impeccable shape.

“I find it cool.”, I told him.

He looked at me fiercely.

“If being cool would mean having the piercing edges of the pineapple’s crown puncture your skin so deep and having your crotch soaked on the saccharine juice of this fruit for over five hours every day then I would agree with your conclusion.”

I stepped back and returned to my sit. I was wrong.

He minced the pineapple and he dropped it in the mixture. Then, he tasted it it.

“It lacks something. Something sour.” He was referring to the green mango.

I remembered when he told me that there was a time when he climbed a mango tree to harvest its fruits.

Despite the scorching heat of the sun and the pricking bite ants crawling from the his upper torso, he was passionately determined to pick the most unblemished mango he could reach. A wounded mango can’t be sold in the market.

I handed him the green mango. He peeled it perfectly.

I realized then that he taught me one of the biggest lessons in life using the three fruits that formed his being.

Without hard work, dedication and the passion to make seemingly difficult things happen, one can’t change his path and be the person he wanted to become.

Poverty became a popular obstacle and an excuse for many not to pursue reaching for our stars, but the three fruits my friend showed me concretely illustrated that great things are possible for those who learn to endure the suffering and to deduce lessons from it.

While the leaves of the corn wounded his palms, he did not threw his aspiration to become someone who can make a difference to the lives of others, the burning charcoal which he used to cook the corn did not stop him to seek for easy comfort.

The crown of the pineapple was perceived by him as a destination and every thorn which deeply and mercilessly pierced his skin was a reminder that suffering is necessary to hone and to exercise our humanity. The mango on the other hand, thought us to choose only the best.

These three fruits when mixed in one container will make an excellent dish worthy of emulation and inspiration. The next time you come across a corn, a pineapple and a mango, please be thankful on what you have and don’t you dare surrender your stars. As you bite these three fruits, remember the journey of my friend Alfred.



Greed, deception and blind adoration are more evil than Tarot

Tarot reading by itself is not EVIL especially if you are not conjuring Satan, any inferior demon or at the very least a dead person.

Tarot does not imply that God is not reliable or God is inferior. The art of Tarot reading does not prescribe any religion or belief system; it does not ask any offering, it only guides not coerce.

There is no evil in Tarot reading.

For me there are only three great evils in this physical world.

First is GREED—the feeling of wanting to have it all that results to corruption which is flagrant in any part of the world. It lures even in the most religious and most respected institutions. Clearly, this is more evil than playing Tarot.

Second is deliberately acting as a FALSE PROPHET. In the Holy Bible they are compared to ravenous wolves. They hide their true nature and intention under the cloak of “doing good”. Their inner personal motives direct their actions. They propagate false ideations, they play with words to hypnotize while their canines are hungry, ready to suck out the blood of the innocent. This is more evil than playing Tarot.

Lastly, BLIND ADORATION OF THE EVIL, assisting any evil to commit murder or any illegal act that contributes to the completion of its mission. It also means being too silent amidst all the evil happening around him.

“Tarot cards are not evil.  Forget everything you have heard about this unsubstantiated rubbish! At the end of the day, a Tarot card is just a card. A skilled Tarot reader will use the cards to assist them in a reading; to enlighten the recipient and provide them with guidance for the future in a myriad of ways. It is not possible to use these cards for evil purposes unless the reader has bad intentions and deliberately misguides the receiver of the reading.” –

My only intention when I started to study and read Tarot is to help people to believe that there is still goodness in this world, and hope can be achieved by doing good, no more, no less. I hope that people will remain sensitive and respectful to other person’s belief.

For me, religion should be based on actions and not on words.


Hotel Del Rio pleads guilty, Mutya extends forgiveness.

Emotionally traumatized Mutya on Wednesday received a call from the resident senior manager of Hotel Del Rio in Iloilo City after the former lambasted the well-acclaimed hotel because of its unbelievable incompetence that resulted to “breach of his privacy”.

The aggrieved blogger drafted a 5- page complaint urging authorities to investigate the serious mishap. In insurmountable disbelief after waves of social media pressure and criticisms, Hotel Del Rio contacted Mutya and promised to conduct an impartial investigation.

After 24 hours, the management of embattled Hotel Del Rio finally admitted that the petition filed by Mutya is meritorious to wit:

  • That Hotel del Rio failed to provide safe transport from Iloilo International Airport in Sta. Barbara to Hotel Del Rio.They contend that somebody informed them that there was changes in final flight schedule yet, they could not still wash their hands and feet from liabilities because it was their duty to validate the information.
  • The receptionist of Hotel Del Rio failed to exhibit acceptable demeanor fitting for a service provider of a three-star hotel.
  • The receptionist of Hotel Del Rio issued a wrong room type for Mutya and company. To be specific, she issued a matrimonial bed instead of a twin sharing and desperately argued that matrimonial bed could be divided into two. “How can you divide a mahogany bed?”
  • The receptionist of Hotel Del Rio issued an erroneous key card to a VIP guest that resulted to serious breach of privacy of another guest.

Despite the quantum of inconvenience resulted from gross negligence, Mutya respectfully withdrew his complaints after seeking guidance from humanitarian and religious principles of humanity.

He even prayed to the Senior Manager not to extinguish the involved receptionist, instead she should be subjected to a serious disciplinary procedure tantamount to her actions and must receive a refresher course on customer service if not, sent back to college.

Softened by the apology coming from a fellow Ilonggo, Mutya abandoned heartaches but reminded Hotel Del Rio about the possible implications of the bilious actuation.

He even emphasized that while he can forgive the horrible experience, he could not easily forget and that he is morally bound to protect future guests to suffer the same crucifixion. Thus, he urged guests to fight for their consumer rights all the time.

Finally, for Mutya, he accepts that he is only human and shall not overextend his power to judge the fate of any person. He leaves this decision to the higher being to ultimately decide.

Invoking Romans 12:17-21, “Repay no one evil for evil, but give thought to do what is honorable in the sight of all. If possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord. To the contrary, “if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” thus Mutya accepts the apology of Hotel Del Rio Iloilo.

Furthermore, he rejected the offer of the hotel for a complementary stay.


Mutya seeks for termination of NAIA 3 officer

The application of any rules and regulations should be unbiased especially when it concerns safety. In our airports, officers are tasked to check the contents of the luggage of every passenger to prevent any belligerent acts while in flight.  However, these rules are deemed useless if the assigned personas have preconceived bias, thus they are unable to render fair measures in line of their duty—a detrimental trait in any facility such as of an airport.

Last November 28, 2016, 1PM, (the Manila International Airport Authority can review all their CCTV), I have to catch a 2PM flight to Cagayan de Oro. Following all the protocols, I submitted myself to the last inspection. However, it was in fact, a fiasco to humiliate me.

The lady, wilfully, capriciously, with ill-will and personal malice commanded me to remove my laptops inside my bag. I have two laptops in a two separate bags that time.  She even raised her voice and she said and I quote “Gamitan mo yan ng tray!”, I replied, “You don’t have any tray at all, then I raised my eyebrows.”

I don’t mind undergoing all the necessary security checks but during that time , only I suffered such inhumane and abusive procedure. I was contemplating, how did she decided to choose me, am I too foreign to her? Did I insulted her perception?, But one thing for sure, I was more human than her. I was more caring, I was more passionate. But my forgiveness has limitations.

The Manila International Airport Authority should raise their standards. Excellent service starts in every security checkpoints. I have experienced admirable conduct in some airports but this one should not go unnoticed.

The lady in NAIA violated all the canons of good conduct for a government official.

If X-Ray machine can only scan bad character, I’m sure the machine will keep on beeping and beeping all day, showing her bilious mind.

I am praying to the Metro Manila International Airport to dismiss this lady. I have her name, and I will send a formal letter of complaint to your office.

The rules must be applied to all and not to selected few. She overstepped, she exercised grave abuse of discretion. She must be punished.



“Miscarriage of justice”, MutyaPH cries

MutyaPH was deeply saddened after the Supreme Court has favored the burial of the late dictator Ferdinand Marcos into the Libingan ng mga Bayani. The Filipino blogger who campaigned since Day 1 of the oral arguments, find the decision—a miscarriage of justice.

According to MutyaPH, the High Court erred when it decided based solely on technicalities because as what the court had said during its past pronouncements, “the  rules must not be applied rigidly so as not to override substantial justice.”

The decision of the SC further caused the reopening of the deeply incised wounds of the victims of Martial Law. It is careless and insensitive for us to simply say, “Move on”.

“It is not easy to heal especially when you were raped, tortured and butchered.”, the blogger said.

Today, SC proved to us again that they less value morality and history.

“I dissent!”, she shouted.


Seek for the kernel of truth, Mutya defends Jadine scene

Our moral compass is once again challenged after “Till I meet you” aired an intimate scene involving a famous love team. Two separate schools of thought have clashed leading to a national maelstrom. The question at hand is, was the episode unfit to be shown in television?

Despite the amount of pressure given to accentuate the issue, still I stand with my conviction; strong and firm that the episode did not abased any Filipino value.  The arguments raised by the conservatives are not enough to sway the scales of Mutya in their favor.

The controversial TV show has the truth as argument at their side. And the truth is sometimes difficult to swallow. We are upset because the show distraught our common belief. We believe that sex before marriage is an abomination and one should respect the sanctity of it. However, what is happening today is contrary to our belief, and what we had just seen in the episode was the truth.  As an artist, one needs to portray the truth, no matter how inconvenient it could be. Painstakingly, our perpetual silence is worse than the episode.

Let me illustrate to you what had transpired in that controversial scene. It was only a perfect miniature of what is, in fact, happening in the rest of the country.

Based on a study, one in every three youth aged 15 to 24 years old has engaged in premarital sex, the number is increasing by more than 14 per cent from almost 20 years ago. This translates to about 6.2 million youth who have engaged in sexual intercourse before marriage. (Cebu Daily News)

Again our perpetual silence is worse than the episode.

Because of this forced blindness and close-mindedness, the “UN Population Fund says the Philippines is the only country in the Asia-Pacific region where the rate of teen pregnancies rose over the last two decades”. (Philippine Star).

Again our perpetual silence is worse than the episode.

To say that the controversial episode abets the youth to engage into sex is confounding, since various teleserye nowadays portray the same theme, some are even more vulgar. The opposite side failed to contextualize the message; they missed to incorporate the barest essential of the existing truth affecting the youth.

When we see intimate scenes like this, the tendency is to close our eyes. Some hide in their pillows and criticize the subject. Sex is universal, it is an aboriginal, innate drive and Filipinos are not exempted to have sex.

We can’t stop the youth to have sexual intercourse by asking the MTRCB to censor these types of television shows, because by censorship we tend to inflict certain morals we believe to be more upright.  We don’t prescribe what is right and wrong—that is wrong, instead we teach people how to think and let them decide.

The popular scene opens new dimensions where we can learn from abound of insights. Nothing will happen if we continue to cry foul while we secretly and off-screen perform the actual scene in the dark. We say no to premarital sex, while we do it after class and after work.

Nothing will happen if we accede to our prejudices and flawed realizations. At this point in time, I urge everyone to open ourselves to conversations. The next time same scene appears in TV, open your eyes, ears, mind, and seek for the kernel of truth and from there, you will appreciate its message.


The October 28, 2015 wound is still there

The roses aren’t as pretty
The sun isn’t quite as high
The birds don’t sing as sweet of a lullaby
The stars are a little bit faded
The clouds are just a little more gray
And it feels like things won’t ever be the same

-Heaven Got Another Angel (Gordon Garner)

Exactly one year ago, I rushed to the airport to catch the earliest flight for Iloilo. I was hoping that God will grant me the power of teleportation. I know it was very near, it will come very soon. Drafting a special poem while I was waiting in the pre-departure area, I received a text message which weakens my knees. Tears begun to fall, I couldn’t see the letters on my keyboard. My beloved dad passed away because of lung cancer.  He was waiting for me. He was waiting for me. I was late for the first time.

Exactly two years ago, in our round table. He served the most delicious seafood cuisine. It was shrimp and green shells. While eating, he gave me his “YES”, because I asked permission from him if I could practice nursing in Manila. I know, he was sad because he wanted to spend more time with me. He felt that he had less time. But I was too ambitious.

Exactly three years ago, at the seaside, together with my mom, my father said that sooner or later, human life like the sea will reach its low tide, but high tide will soon to follow. I did not took it seriously because I was busy thinking for the results of my board examination. He promised that when I pass the boards, he will launch a large festivity in our barangay. And he made it happen. He always does.

The wound is still there—-painful and still bleeding. It never stops.

I miss his hugs and his praises.

I miss his genuine smile.

I miss his advice.

Serve your country”, he said.

Dad, if you are listening and reading this blog, I am proud to say to you that I am serving my country and please help me all the way.

I love you forever.

Your Mutya.