Thought I found what I wanted to do in life until some fat hag stabbed me from behind and robbed me of a career that took seven years of my life. Thought I rose and recovered from that glitch and moved on with my life.

I was mistaken.

Seven months of lull, ten months of experimenting, three months of dreaming and I'm back to where I started. Or have I even started? When you're hitting 30 and don't know where to go or what to do, you become desperate.

I'm no desperate. Just aimless...clueless.

Much ado about the elections

Political ads, especially those with LSS-inducing jingles, are sickening especially those of Manny V. A day doesn't go by without TV stations running his ad or radio stations playing the jingle. Guess I have to stick to cable shows until the elections are over.

Anyway, the point of this entry is not about annoying jingles but the people behind them. I was contemplating lately how come president wannabes or any candidate running for public office for that matter are not required (by the constitution) to have relevant experience in public service? Just a thought...

How does one become a member of Team Pacquiao?

This question has always baffled me. Many claim to be a member of Team Pacquiao...but how does one actually become a member of this uhmm fraternity? Like, do you audition or something? Do you have to be a good singer (at least by Manny's standards)? A sports fan? An ex-politician? A kiss-ass, perhaps?
Well you'd be surprised by some people who would do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, just to be identified with the Team Pacquiao. It's ridiculous at the very least.
Read the story here

No wonder gurls swarm Manny like bees to a hive, hoping to get even a morsel of the cake.

The Happy Hobo

Here's someone whom we could all learn a lesson from in the face of debt and destitution. Maybe it's time we sift through our priorities, leave out the superficial and unnecessary, and move on with only the essentials that we need to make it through this journey. After all, who needs all that extra baggage that will weigh us down in the end? Okay, okay. I sound more like a preacher now. But seriously, I envy this guy. I don't know if I can do the same with two kids (and one on the way) to feed, not to mention a husband who eats a lion's share. haha Anyway, here's an article from that attempts to revive a long-forgotten proverb: money is not everything.

In Utah, a modern-day caveman has lived for the better part of a decade on zero dollars a day. People used to think he was crazy

By Christopher Ketcham; Photograph by Mark Heithoff
DANIEL SUELO LIVES IN A CAVE. UNLIKE THE average American—wallowing in credit-card debt, clinging to a mortgage, terrified of the next downsizing at the office—he isn't worried about the economic crisis. That's because he figured out that the best way to stay solvent is to never be solvent in the first place. Nine years ago, in the autumn of 2000, Suelo decided to stop using money. He just quit it, like a bad drug habit...(Read the rest of the story here)

Post-mortem post on the King of Pop

I don't know if I should have posted this in the first place. Anyhow, this is an anecdote about the immense popularity of the King (and not Da King). I mean, yes I know he's up there in the fame meter, but I didn't realize that he was that popular until my six-year-old asked me about him.

River: Mommy, patay na ba si Michael Jackson?
Me: Oo. Pano mo nalaman?
River: Sabi sa TV. Mommy, san siya pupunta: sa hell or sa heavean?
Me: (Thinks hard and long). Uhmm hindi ko alam. Teka, kilala mo ba si Michael Jackson?
River: Opo.
Me: Talaga? Anong itchura niya?
River: 'Di ba siya yung mukhang manika...ung sobrang puti ang mukha tapos kulot ang buhok.

I was floored.

When it rains, it floods

Woke up this morning to the eerie howling of the winds outside. My cellphone read 5:20 a.m. Shit. The rain hasn't stopped since yesterday afternoon. I bet the gutters and drainages must have swollen into a massive pool of filth and human excesses by this time. I shuddered at the mere thought. I planned on going back to slumber, but then the aircon went dead. Crap! Walang kuryente. I scrambled for my cellphone, switched on the torch light, and found my way to the kitchen. I saw ate busy cooking something. She was up very early as usual to help me prepare my son to school, only there were no classes today. I suddenly missed going to school. Not because I loved studying or I was the type who didn't miss a single school day. I particularly missed the announcements on TV during these days, when we were all hunched in front of the TV (or glued to a battery-operated radio during brownouts) waiting for the announcer to say that classes have been suspended. Because today, just like yesterday and the past few days, I've been literally dragging my ass to work. All this extra weight (ahem, as a result of my pregnancy) have made me lethargic and lazy. I can't wait for my maternity leave.


I know this is old news; so much has been written about the same incident in the web. But at the risk of sounding redundant, I will share this experience with you (actually, it's more of my husband's experience) to serve as a reminder to everyone especially businessmen to be vigilant and cautious when talking to entities who pose as NGOs or who claim to have ties with the government to extort money. This experience happened a few days ago. An unidentified man called my husband's office asking his company to make a P3,000 donation to their fund-raising event. The caller introduced himself as part of the Philippine Anti-Drug Support Group Commission, name-dropping influential people (mostly connected with the police and army) as the conversation progressed. My husband then told the caller that he will discuss the matter with the Board as this was a financial matter that required a consensus at the very least. This obviously annoyed the caller. So instead of waiting for the outcome of the "board meeting," the caller passed on the "offer" to my husband. In short, he wanted my husband to make a personal donation from his own pockets (or should I say our own savings).
This fueled my husband's suspicion even more. Without wanting to sound rude, my husband told the caller that "I will have to consult my wife first before I make any decision." You could imagine how pissed the caller might have been because at this point, he was already making threats perhaps to intimidate my husband and eventually persuade him to give the money.
My husband of course did not give in to any of his demands, and after the conversation ended he immediately searched for the name of the bogus company in the web. And here's what he found