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why samson did not told me about that matters even im not on duty
this letter is to inform the hr maam tine.regarding for what happend last day jan.8,2021 around 8pm.for guest complain including samson espinosa.that day is may rest day so i dont now what is really happened,but sr jandrew mention me on viber about complain to informed me..the point is why samson did not told me about that matters even im not on duty..

i did not want to buy it because it might have been cheats or could not even fool me when i was selling
nag aalinlangan po akong bumili nito sapagkat baka po may daya o di kaya naman ay niloloko lng ako nung nagtitinda

ate i was sad when i found out yesterday .. sister why are you thinking of me? i don't expect you to think about me
bakit pinaghihinalaan mo ako ng masama?

sir, can i ask a question. we have the same last name. maybe i should just ask, what is your race and where are you from ?. are you very filipino?
sir pwedi po bang magtanong.pareho po kasi tayo ng apelyido .baka mag pinsan tayo .marami naman talagang ka apilyedo lang pero hindi kayo ka anu anu..taga saan po ba kayo?

why are you still texting, aren't you mad at me because i only message when i ask for cards. then now you can message me like that what do you mean by what you are doing now so i will not message you too late. because what else can you say!
bakit nag message ka pa diba galit ka sakin kasi nag message lang ako pag nag hihingin ako ng cards. tapus ngayon mag message ka ng ganyan sakin ano ibig mo sabihin sa ginagawa mo ngayon kaya di na ako mah message huli na ito. kasi baka ano pa masabi mo!

mama told me when i was about 1 year old i was hard fed solid foods when i always ate my milk but they kept feeding me solid foods i was crying then i kept my mouth off the spoon and then when i got sick i was still hungry but every day they kept feeding me until i got sick i was eating berelac that i was eating banana but it was just cerelac. they insist on me but manydahila naman at para
ang sabi sakin ni mama nung mga 1 year's old ako mahirap daw ako pakainin ng mga solid na pag kainin lagi daw gatas lang ang aking iniimom pagpinipilit daw nila akong pakainin ng solid na pagkain umiiyak daw ako tapos iniiwas ko yung bibig ko sa kutsara tapos daw pag pakakakain daw ako sinusuka ko pero araw araw daw nila akong pinapakain hanggang maynagugustuhan na daw akong pagkain yung berelac na banana kumakain na daw ako pero cerelac nga lang. pinipilit nila ako pero mandahila naman at para

this letter is to inform the hr maam tine.regarding for what happend last day jan.8,2021 around 8pm.for guest complain including samson espinosa.that day is my rest day so i dont now what is really happened,but sr jandrew mention me on viber about complain to informed me..the point is why samson did not told me about that matters even im not on duty..
ang liham na ito ay upang ipagbigay-alam sa hr maam tine. tungkol sa kung ano ang naganap noong nakaraang araw noong enero 8,2021 bandang 8 pm. para sa mga panauhing panauhin kasama si samson espinosa. ang araw na iyon ay maaaring araw ng pahinga kaya hindi ko alam kung ano ang totoong nangyari, ngunit nabanggit ni sr jandrew ako sa viber tungkol sa magreklamo upang ipaalam sa akin.. ang punto ay kung bakit hindi sinabi sa akin ni samson ang tungkol sa mga bagay na iyon kahit na wala ako sa tungkulin ..

soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. why are you staring at me? with my eyes, i cannot seebut i know that you are all staring at me. why are you whispering to one another? why?do you know my mother? do you know my father? did you know me five years ago?yes, five years of bitterness have passed. i can still remember the vast happiness motherand i shared with each other. we were very happy indeed.suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. did the cruel nippon’s discover our peaceful home? mother ran to father’s side pleading.“please, luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” i pulledmy father’s arm but he did not move. it seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor. the door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. “are you captain lui s santos?” roared the ugliest of them all. “yes,” said my father. “you are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. they pulled father roughly away from us. father was not given achance to bid us goodbye.we followed them mile after mile. we were hungry and thirsty. we saw group of japaneseeating. oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating, then suddenly, we heard a voice call, “consuelo. . . . oscar. . . . consuelo. . . . oscar. . .. consuelo. . . . oscar. . . .” we ran towa rds the direction of the voice, but it was too late.we saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. oh, it was terrible. he had been badly beatenbefore he died. . . . and i cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! everything went black.the next thing i knew i was nursing my poor invalid mother. one day, we heard the church bell ringing “ding -dong, ding- dong!” it was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but i could not leave my invalid mother, i tried to show herthe way to the hide-out.suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. “boom, boom, boom, boom!” mother was hit. her legs were shatteredinto pieces. i took her gently in my arms and cried, “i’ll have vengeance, vengeance!” “no,oscar. vengeance, it’s god’s,” said mother. but i cried out vengeance. i was like a pent- up volcano. “vengeance is mine not thelord’s”. “no, oscar. vengeance is not ours, it’s god’s” these were the words from my mother before she died.mother was dead and i was blind. vengeance is not ours? to forgive is divine butvengeance is sweeter. that was five years ago, five years. . . . alms, alms, alms. spare me a piece of bread. spare me your mercy. i am a child soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. vengea nce is not ours, it’s god’s. . . . it’s. . . . god itsd’s.
soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. why are you staring at me? with my eyes, i cannot seebut i know that you are all staring at me. why are you whispering to one another? why?do you know my mother? do you know my father? did you know me five years ago?yes, five years of bitterness have passed. i can still remember the vast happiness motherand i shared with each other. we were very happy indeed.suddenly, five loud knocks were heard on the door and a deep silence ensued. did the cruel nippon’s discover our peaceful home? mother ran to father’s side pleading.“please, luis, hide in the cellar, there in the cellar where they cannot find you,” i pulledmy father’s arm but he did not move. it seemed as though his feet were glued to the floor. the door went “bang” and before us five ugly beasts came barging in. “are you captain lui s santos?” roared the ugliest of them all. “yes,” said my father. “you are under arrest,” said one of the beasts. they pulled father roughly away from us. father was not given achance to bid us goodbye.we followed them mile after mile. we were hungry and thirsty. we saw group of japaneseeating. oh, how our mouths watered seeing the delicious fruits they were eating, then suddenly, we heard a voice call, “consuelo. . . . oscar. . . . consuelo. . . . oscar. . .. consuelo. . . . oscar. . . .” we ran towa rds the direction of the voice, but it was too late.we saw father hanging on a tree. . . . dead. oh, it was terrible. he had been badly beatenbefore he died. . . . and i cried vengeance, vengeance, vengeance! everything went black.the next thing i knew i was nursing my poor invalid mother. one day, we heard the church bell ringing “ding -dong, ding- dong!” it was a sign for us to find a shelter in our hide-out, but i could not leave my invalid mother, i tried to show herthe way to the hide-out.suddenly, bombs started falling; airplanes were roaring overhead, canyons were firing from everywhere. “boom, boom, boom, boom!” mother was hit. her legs were shatteredinto pieces. i took her gently in my arms and cried, “i’ll have vengeance, vengeance!” “no,oscar. vengeance, it’s god’s,” said mother. but i cried out vengeance. i was like a pent- up volcano. “vengeance is mine not thelord’s”. “no, oscar. vengeance is not ours, it’s god’s” these were the words from my mother before she died.mother was dead and i was blind. vengeance is not ours? to forgive is divine butvengeance is sweeter. that was five years ago, five years. . . . alms, alms, alms. spare me a piece of bread. spare me your mercy. i am a child soyoung, so thin, and so ragged. vengea nce is not ours, it’s god’s. . . . it’s. . . . god’s. .it’s… ad