Never ever Transact with Credito Family of Vanessa

In the beginning I already warned my father not to accept any transaction with the Credito Family specifically of Vanessa.

Yet my dad failed to listen to me, again. He accepted a transaction with them last June. I just reminded him that I already warned him, so he better be careful. I was expecting that they will not pay that June and so they didn’t. They postponed their payment for a couple of months.

Until, one cloudy August came, I know very well that they have “ just” settled their bill with my Dad, while preparing for work, my Dad uttered, “Nak, sobra naman pala talaga sila Vanessa, biruin mo, itong mga text nila sa akin, akala mo kung sino mag-demand, sinabihan naman sila na gagawin pagkagaling ko sa trabaho, Eh ang gusto ni Vanessa, ura-urada. Hindi naman pwede yon may pasok ako noh. Tapos, pagkapunta ko sa kanila, iba naman pala ang sira, electrical naman pala yon, hindi naman yung unit. Tapos, akala mo kung sino makapag-text.”

While hearing those words of hurt coming from my dad, my eyes gets chinky and I was feeling butterflies in my stomach. I read the text messages; Vanessa repeatedly sent about 4 copies of it. It was disgusting, harsh words and then I felt I needed to do something. She hurt my dad. In my mind, I should get even.

I texted Vanessa with strong words. Yes, strong and hurtful words as well. She hurt my dad, I’m hurting her as well. But hey, I’m not just someone who accuses a person if I don’t have enough proofs, so I believe that everything I said was just right for them and that they deserved it.

My dad didn’t want me to get involved but there—I already involved myself.

She exchanged messages with me but I used stronger words, words that I know will hurt her, I intended to hurt her anyway. My rage emotion was too high. I, myself didn’t expect I could tell such hurtful words. In a portion of my heart, I’m happy supposing she’s hurt. Again, I intended to hurt her and return all the blames to them.

Christine, the daughter of Vanessa- came in the picture. She texted me lotsa bad, bad, bad words. Yes, this artist, tupperware, leader of church “daw”, and someone who has a very low-intellectual capacity (so slow girl), sent me messages that she thought I’d be scared of. She thinks she’s brave? No, she’s not. She thinks, she’s a son of God, she only thinks that. In truth, she and her family does not really live the Christian way of living. Poor them. She thinks she can handle me? No, she can’t. I’m too hot to be handled by her.

The head of their family, also showed in the picture. He’s cheap, a non-sense person, who also texted harsh words. Funny how he leads by example his family. That’s why they are full of debts. How can he lead his family like that?

What annoys me is our Church Pastor, Jerry who I believe don’t even know his responsibility. I’ve talked to him but he has closed eyes, ears and mind. Well, what can I do if he can be bribed? I was with high respect with him for years and years, but now, he don’t have it anymore. He lost it forever for becoming my stumbling block.

I’ve talked with so many people about what had happened. They all agreed that:
- Credito Family of Vannessa can’t be trusted in any transaction.
- They are show-off Christians inside church, but the way they live their life isn’t really a Christian way of living.
-Never ever transact with them.
-I had too high emotions that I would tell hurtful words which are true, hurtful and will make them react. Though, "they" said, it was understandable.
-I have shaken their world and that it’s just okay to burst their issue so that others will also learn from the mistakes we’ve encountered.

When I intruded, I didn’t know if I will be able to finish this battle but since I’ve entered it, I decided that I’ll just fight until I can and I’ll stop when my Dad asks me to.

That moment came, when my dad asked me to stop. I stopped because he was already shaking. I know I needed to stop because I felt I needed to or else, my dad’s health may be sacrificed. Of course, I didn’t want it to happen just because of Vanessa's stupid family.

I told my best friend Jason,” Best, I needed to stop and leave the battle. Not because I feel defeated, not because I can no longer conquer them, but because of my father’s health. He’s the reason why I started it and he’s the same reason why I’m stopping it.” My best just agreed, he said, “Yes, best, tama na. don’t wait for bad things to happen. I know someone who lose his mother when he got into trouble, and he suffered after.”

I then stopped. I decided to change our sim cards. Oh yes, for the nth time. I changed my sim.

All these lead in transferring church as well. Myke and I went in Nova-Bayan Chapter, but since my schedule and off was changed, Now, Fri-Sat--- I’m not able to got to Church. While my mom, I know she’s the most affected to this. She was church-hopping for some time. Until, they finally stayed in San Bartolome now. My Dad, goes with my mom, though at times he have work on Sundays.

My mom wants us to go back there. But I don’t want to. Not unless, the Credito family of Vanessa is there no more. They feel they own the church. They outnumbered the attendees of that church. Well then, it’s all theirs. For all I care.

Right now, I’m actually post- blogging this entry, though, I can still feel the intense feeling. It’s as if, I was in that time still. I learned that they got involved with Patrick too. Christine was so stupid to ask Patrick if he was the one who told me about their debts and transaction issues. Poor girl. Patrick and I talked about it and we were laughing out loud in Credito Family’s stupidity.

The latest, they hooked Alvin. Kasi naman, he have not learned from our experiences, eh alam niya naman yon noh.

Perhaps, this was the greatest challenge we met this Year 2008. I uttered my sorry to God anyway, I believe he can understand why on earth I had those high emotions that time.

I wonder if someone from our church will read this blog. I know oneday.

To Credito Family of Vanessa- you suck bigtime!!!

Conquering Defeat

Strange. I don't know how it was but I am picking up the broken pieces of my dreams. I thought I was dead. I just got numb for awhile. Thinking it over, I didn't know how I questioned GOD. I wasn't able to understand His purpose... not even until now... or tomorrow... or months from now.

I'm in the point of losing my sanity because of that dopy ultimate chagrin. I just want an answer to my question, "Why?", "Why can't I?". I'm not born to be wretched just like that by those little-brain people who thinks they're pundit. This makes me think that they're the nincompoops, imbeciles and idiots who are mentally incapable. Ggggggrrrr...

I became rigid. Yet, my mom and dad especially my mom became my fortress in the distant world that I chose to live on those days of drought.

yUmi, pick yourself up! There... on the side, one more at the back... I can still see little rejected parts of you... don't forget to grasp everything that you own. Time is running, yUmi. Remember it is running.

Don't cry over spilled milk, it won't taste good anyway. These are the times when you should be firm... don't let them think you're incapable. Prove them. Stimulate your mind. Stabilize your heart. Then, ascend, ascend, ascend.

Ten years from now, you'll just be laughing at this incident of your life. Stop crying, yUmi. Your tear glands is literally dry.

Conquer Defeat.

Ooooppps, don't forget to utter God your "sorry".

"Lord, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for questioning you plans in my life. I let you drive my realm beginning today."

Angry at the World

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First Failure

Today, I learned that I failed the GCAT. I can no longer take my Master's in our School. It gloomed the moment I learned that I failed. It's my first failure. I didn't know how to console my heart.

Until I visited my EWS Family, I brought a cake for them and told nothing about the result. For the first time I kept it on my own. I did not stayed long because they're almost done with their luch. It's just nice to see them again.

I had a scheduled date today, I met Ahia Myke in SM. It's our first date after long and undending converstaions at night, we've finally decided to take the next step... dating. I told him that I failed. But it was not that hurtful at all. I still managed to smile, perhaps because he was there. Well, I don't care. It hurts when I do. I just think of it as a challenge. We watched "The Legend of Zorro". Of course, we enjoyed the movie.

I began to notice his beautiful little eyes, well, because he's chinese. He's a real gentleman. I like him... a LOT now!

GCAT

It's Saturday. I went in the University today. I even saw Christy Geografo, she's a friend and co-psych major of mine. We're both taking our chances for the GCAT.

We took the test. I found it difficult. Very difficult. My head totally ached after taking the test. I felt I was going to fail that very moment after I left the room.

Gosh! Lord, I leave it all to you.

Final Review Day

After 9 weeks of review classes, I will take the examination next week. Oh God! Help me, Lord. The butterflies are in my stomach again.