Miss Allisson

17/06/2025

Hi Miss Allisson, I'm Camille 37 yrs old. Andrea was my friend before pero nagkapera na hindi ka na kilala.Ang malala hindi pala kaibigan turing sayo. Ginamit ka lang.

"Si Andrea ay nagpapakita ng mabait at palakaibigang ugali sa harapan pero palihim na naninira kapag nakatalikod ka na. Lalong lumala ang ugali niya—parang naging mas arogante at masama—nang makuha niya ang lahat ng ari-arian matapos pumanaw ang kanyang asawa. Tanong ko lang: nagiging mayabang ba talaga ang isang tao kapag biglang nagkapera?"

Sender,
Camille

11/06/2025

Ako po si Divina, 61 yrs old and from Zamboanga. Isa po akong g**o. Naisipan ko lang isulat ang isang mahiwagang kwento ng aking studyante.She is one of my beloved students Grace. That was 25 yrs ago. And I'm her grade 2 teacher. Last 2 months ago nag x ang landas namin, nag coffee kami, kwentuhan. Mapaglaro talaga ang tadhana. Isa na syang successful business woman behind those sacrifices and challenged.

"LUHA, SIPON, AT PAWIS:

Ang Kuwento ni Grace"
Isang maikling kwento ng pagbawi at pagbangon.

Simula pa lang ng kanyang buhay, hindi na naging patas ang mundo para kay Grace. Bata pa lang siya sa Zamboanga, ramdam na niya ang hapdi ng panlalait. Sa bawat hakbang papuntang paaralan, dala-dala niya ang bigat ng mundo—hindi lang dahil sa kanyang marupok na tsinelas, kundi sa mga salitang tila kutsilyong paulit-ulit na inuukit sa kanyang pagkatao.

"Ang itim mo!"
"Anong klaseng buhok 'yan?"
"Ba’t lagi kang may baon na kanin lang at tuyo?"

Sa klase, tila siya’y multo. Walang gustong tumabi. Kahit sa larong pambata, palaging "last pick." Hindi lang ang kaanyuan niya ang pinupuna, kundi pati ang estado ng kanilang buhay—ang kahirapang hindi niya pinili, pero tila siya pa ang sinisisi.

Habang ang iba’y naglalaro pagkatapos ng klase, si Grace ay naglalako ng kakanin. Tuwing Sabado at Linggo, naghuhugas siya ng pinggan sa karinderya sa kanto, habang ang kanyang mga kamag-aral ay namamasyal sa mall. Sa gabi, habang ang iba’y himbing na sa tulog, siya ay nag-aaral sa ilalim ng gasera—kasama ang luha, sipon, at pawis.

Walang pahinga. Walang panahon para sa sarili. Pero may isang bagay na mahigpit niyang pinanghawakan: ang kanyang pangarap.

Nagstudent job siya sa kolehiyo—nagtrabaho bilang library assistant, naging service crew, kahit janitress ay pinasok niya. Hindi siya nahiya, dahil alam niya, ang tunay na kahihiyan ay ang pagsuko.

Lumipas ang mga taon. Unti-unti niyang inakyat ang hagdan ng tagumpay. Natapos siya ng kolehiyo, nakahanap ng trabaho sa lungsod, at nag-ipon para sa sariling negosyo. Sa tulong ng kanyang sipag, naging matagumpay siyang negosyante. Nakapagpatayo ng sariling bahay. Nakabili ng sasakyan. Ang dating batang nilalait, ngayo’y tinitingala.

Isang araw, sa di inaasahang pagkakataon, muling nagkrus ang landas nila ng dating mga nambully sa kanya. Ngunit ngayong sila'y nakayuko, may lungkot sa mata. Ang ilan, hindi nakatapos. Ang iba, hikahos. Tila nagbago ang ihip ng hangin.

Pero si Grace, hindi nagmalaki. Hindi nagtanim ng galit. Tumingin lang siya sa kanila, ngumiti, at tahimik na umalis. Dahil ang tagumpay, hindi kailangang isigaw.

Ang totoo, hindi niya sila nais gantihan—dahil sapat na ang katotohanang kahit binugbog siya ng mundo noon, siya’y hindi nawasak. Sa halip, siya’y tumatag. At ngayon, siya ang patunay na ang luha, sipon, at pawis—kapag sinamahan ng tiyaga at pangarap—ay pwedeng maging tulay patungo sa isang buhay na matagumpay.

Divina,
Teacher ni Grace noong year 2000!

11/06/2025

Hello Miss Allisson, I'm Jane 30 yrs old from Cebu. I'm a good friend of Alina in the office.

“Shadows in the Office”

Every morning, Alina walked into the office with quiet confidence. She didn’t need to brag—her work spoke for itself. Promotions, praise, project leads—they came not because she asked for them, but because she earned them.

But in the corner of the same office sat someone who watched her every move: Clarisse.

Clarisse was sharp, beautiful, and ambitious—but deeply insecure. Every compliment Alina received was a dagger to her pride. Every smile from the boss toward Alina was a storm brewing inside her. She had been there longer. She deserved the spotlight. Or so she thought.

Behind a practiced smile, Clarisse played a different game.

“Oh, did Alina not CC you in that email again?” she’d whisper loudly, making sure others heard.
“She means well,” she’d say with a fake laugh, “but sometimes she forgets we’re a team.”

She’d ‘accidentally’ leave Alina out of meetings. She’d speak over her during presentations, rephrasing her points like they were her own. She barked orders like a mini-boss, even though she had no such title. Whenever Alina succeeded, Clarisse found a way to make it look suspicious. “She probably got help from someone,” she’d mutter. “Things just fall into her lap.”

What Clarisse didn’t know was that Alina saw through her.

She knew the silent sabotage. The hidden envy. The fake praise laced with poison.

But Alina was patient. She didn’t play dirty. She didn’t need to.

Until the day of the big presentation—the one that would decide who would lead the company’s expansion project. Clarisse made one last move: she ‘accidentally’ deleted Alina’s file from the shared drive, just hours before the pitch.

But Alina had seen it coming.

She pulled out a hard copy—beautifully bound, perfectly prepared. She stood tall, her voice calm, powerful. When she was done, the room fell into stunned silence. Then came the applause.

Clarisse sat frozen, her plan crumbling. The boss turned to her and said, “Clarisse, we’ll talk later.”

And that was the beginning of the end.

Toxicity hides in shadows. But light always finds a way to shine.

Sender

Jane,
Friend of Alina

09/06/2025

"Ako ang Breadwinner", binigay ko ang luho nila.Ngayon wala na akong akong pera, ako pa ang masama! Ang respeto pala ay nakasalalay sa pera!

Hi Miss Allisson, Ako si Marco, 35 gulang. Taga Aklan Antique. Isa akong ordinaryong lalaki na piniling mangibang-bansa para sa kinabukasan ng pamilya ko. Iniwan ko ang lahat—ang lupang sinilangan, ang mga kaibigan, maging ang sarili kong pangarap—para maitaguyod ang mga mahal ko sa buhay.

Nagtrabaho ako sa gitna ng disyerto dito sa Riyadh sa init na halos tunawin ang laman ng buto. Tuwing gabi, umiiyak ako sa sulok ng kwartong inuupahan ko, tahimik at mag-isa. Paulit-ulit kong tinatanong ang sarili: “Hanggang kailan?”

Pero pinanghawakan ko ang pangarap ko para sa kanila. Tuwing may sahod ako, agad kong pinapadala sa Pinas. Pinag-aral ko ang mga kapatid ko sa pribadong paaralan. Binigyan ko ng negosyo si Nanay. Pinakain ko si Tatay ng masarap araw-araw kahit di ako makakain ng maayos. Ginawa kong posible ang mga luho na hindi ko man lang naabot para sa sarili ko—iPhone, branded na sapatos, staycation, kahit hindi ko man lang mahawakan ang mga iyon.

Tuwing kaarawan nila, may regalo. Tuwing Pasko, may handaan. Pero tuwing ako'y nagkakasakit dito sa abroad… wala ni isang kamusta.

Isang araw, nawalan ako ng trabaho. Nagka-downsizing sa kumpanya. Nagmakaawa ako. Naghanap ng raket. Pero hindi naging sapat. Napilitan akong umuwi—hindi dahil gusto ko, kundi dahil wala na akong ibang mapupuntahan.

Akala ko tatanggapin nila ako ng buong puso. Akala ko may yayakap sa akin, magpapasalamat, magsasabing "Kaya mo 'yan, Kuya." Pero kabaligtaran.

“Ba’t ka umuwi? Wala ka nang maibibigay, ano?”
“Dapat pala ‘di ka na lang umalis kung magpapahirap ka rin.”
“Eh ano pa silbi mo kung wala ka nang padala?”

Para akong tinapakan. Para akong kaluluwang gumuho.

Ako na nagpakapagod. Ako na tumanggi sa sariling kasiyahan. Ako na nagpakabihag sa ibang bayan para sa kanila—ako pa ang masama? Ako pa ang pabigat?

Ngayon, wala na ako. Wala na akong pera. Wala nang respeto. Wala na silang maalala kundi ang mga padalang nawala.

Ngayon, ako ang naghihirap. Ako na dating tagapagligtas, ngayon iniwan at kinalimutan. Pero isang bagay ang natutunan ko: sa huli, ang totoong halaga mo ay hindi nasusukat sa dami ng perang naipapadala mo, kundi sa kung paano ka minamahal kahit wala ka nang maibigay.

At kung wala silang pagmamahal sa 'yo kapag wala ka na—hindi mo kasalanan 'yan.

Ako si Marco. Ako ang breadwinner. At ito ang kwento ng isang pusong hindi na kayang mabigo muli.

Nagpadala

Marco

09/06/2025

A heartfelt, emotional style, capturing the betrayal and emotional weight of such a discovery:

Hello Miss Allisson, I’m Tracy 27 year old from Paranaque Manila. I’m currently a nurse in America.

I was thousands of miles away, working under the burning sun/sacrificing the cold weather of a foreign land, sending every peso I earned back home. Every day, I held on to the thought of them — my husband, Daniel, and my best friend, Mara. They were my world. My anchor. The two people I trusted the most. I missed them more than words could hold. Every voice call, every message, every video chat felt like a lifeline. What I didn’t know was that behind those smiles and sweet words, a secret was growing — one that would break me.

Mara had been like a sister since childhood. We grew up in the same neighborhood, shared secrets under mango trees, cried over breakups, and laughed until we couldn’t breathe. I never imagined she’d be the one to shatter my heart.

It started with silence. Daniel stopped calling as often. Mara was harder to reach. When I asked, they blamed it on poor signal, stress, or being busy. I believed them. Because love makes us blind — and trust, when misused, becomes a weapon.

One day, a message came from a neighbor, someone I barely spoke to. Just a photo. No words. It was blurry, taken through a curtain, but I saw it clearly: Daniel holding a baby, cradled lovingly. Beside him, Mara — glowing, maternal, too close. I stared at it for hours, denial fighting reality. I wanted it to be a mistake. I called. They didn’t answer.

Two weeks later, I came home unannounced.

The house looked the same, but colder. There were baby clothes drying in the backyard. When Mara opened the door, her face turned white like she’d seen a ghost. Daniel stepped out behind her, holding a child that looked too familiar. My knees gave out. The baby had Daniel’s eyes — and my nightmares.

I didn’t scream. I didn’t throw anything. I just asked, “Whose child is that?”

Silence. And then Daniel whispered, “I’m sorry.”

That was the only truth he ever gave me.

They begged me to understand. Said it was a mistake that turned into something real. That they didn’t plan it. That they didn’t know how to tell me. But how do you “accidentally” fall into the arms of the person I trusted most in the world?

I left that night. Not because I didn’t love them — but because I still loved myself enough to walk away. The hardest part wasn’t the betrayal. It was realizing that while I was breaking my back to build a future for us, they were already building one without me.

Now, every night, I write letters I’ll never send. To Daniel. To Mara. To the child who never asked for this pain. I write to heal. I write to remember who I was before love made me forget my own worth.

And maybe one day, when the wounds stop bleeding and only scars remain, I’ll find a way to forgive. Not for them. But for me!

I hope you can learn a lesson here! Definitely you couldn’t buy a trust and you couldn’t turn back the clock either!

Sender,

Tracy

04/06/2025

Yeah, you're absolutely fu***ng right! The victim mindset can create massive dramas. A bully, but she/he reverses the story to earn sympathy. Mind you, beware of this kind of person. She might be the one and be manipulating everyone!

20/05/2025

She claimed that while in Thailand, she underwent a complete makeover!

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02/05/2025

ATTENTION! To all Filipinos in Europe and all over the world. Reminder: after casting your vote, don't forget to take a photo before you drop it in the box or before you send or submit it. To avoid the vote fraud! Here in Europe, we mostly cast our vote through email and confirmation. Vote wisely po! Thank you.







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20/04/2025

It's easy for them to tell me! "It's not my problem. I have my family to feed; Just find a job and work your ass off." It was so painful;
The ungrateful children nowadays!

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02/04/2025

Gotcha!
Yes indeed! Whoever went often to the church and worshiped God but at the same time did bad things and mouthed behind backs.







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12/03/2025

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12/03/2025

🙏 for Tatay Digs!

Former President Rodrigo Duterte will have to face a local court in the Netherlands before being brought to the International Criminal Court, Palace Press Officer Undersecretary Atty. Claire Castro said on Wednesday.

Castro said this is to determine if the process of his arrest in the Philippines was proper.

Read more at the link in the comments section.