Pacman and Krista - Lovers? Part II

I wanted to get the latest on this issue so I watched The Buzz today. They spent quite a lot of time on it complete with the background of the characters involved. Boy Abunda, one of the hosts, said that people should give Krista the benefit of the doubt afterall the pictures of her and Manny together were not exactly incriminating. Fine, they are not extremely compromising photos. Not a one that showed them affectionate towards each other. No hand in hand... No arm in arm... no lips to lips. BUT what say you on the many incriminating circumstances? Below are my top two.

1. No comment. Any semi-self-respecting single woman would automatically DENY such allegations if they were not true. Why does she not simply deny and make a joke out of it or something? That would have put an end to the whole brouhaHO immediately. The reason it became intriguing was the consistent "comment". That's definitely unnatural. OK, so maybe it was for publicity but when she started to get flack, she could have denied it still.

2. She bumped into Jinkee Pacquiao at the Chanel store somewhere in the US but said neither hi nor HO to the wife of the very man she is making a movie with and whose team (Team Pacquiao) she belongs to. Any semi-educated person would extend some form of courtesy. Heck, any person, educated or illiterate, with a trace of propriety or good manners would at least say hi! But she didn't. Have I mentioned that she graduated from the fancy schools, Poveda and Ateneo de Manila University? Of course I have. That's definitely unnatural. OK, so maybe she was scared and I ask why?

No comment.

Pacman and Krista - Lovers?

What is this brouhaHO?

In the red corner, Krista Ranillo, a sexy "starlet" (according to some broadsheets), is the 28-year old daughter of Mat Ranillo III. She was the cover girl and special feature of a couple of men's magazines in the recent past. She starred in "Paupahan" (for rent) where she played a prostitute also around then... that is, the recent past... Some people said she was a natural but that's second-hand info because I didn't watch it. I swear I never even heard of it.

In the white corner, Manny Pacquiao... Who doesn't know Manny "Pacman" Pacquiao, eh? The Pound for Pound King! Holder of SEVEN world titles in boxing! A WORLD RECORD! Quite a feat for a small man from General Santos. All those titles naturally brought him gazillions and that's not counting the countless endorsements. Alaxan FR, Magnolia milk, Head and Shoulders, Ginebra San Miguel, San Miguel Beer... Pacquiao, Pacquiao, Pacquiao! Everything on TV is Pacquiao! Manny and Mommy D! D for Dionesia but I can think of several other adjectives to substitute that.

Back to the ring, (THE TRIANGLE!) Krista and Manny. No one is talking. No comment is all that's given to the press so we are left with pictures and videos of the pair taken in numerous places. If a picture paints a thousand words... why the heck do these press people even bother to ask. Just go ahead and talk about it afterall, you got them piccies!!! Anyone who says they are unconfirmed will get their ears WAPAK-ed!

What actually drove me to write about this was the statement from the Ranillo family that they will not speak until Pacman speaks. Whut??? I thought the gentleman always lets the lady speak first??? This Mat Ranillo who was a matinee idol when I was a child should be a veteran as far as the press is concerned so why not speak up and defend his daughter??? Is he afraid to lose Manny's support? Afterall, the side story is Manny gave him money to fund his political campaign. What??? That's synonymous to saying he sold his daughter to the Pacman. His own daughter!!! Never mind if she actually have been in this "business" for some time because if a transaction of this sort involves a parent, heck, that's a totally different matter. Disgusting! I don't know why he even thinks he has a fleeting chance at winning a position in government! Someone ought to tell him to just take Manny's money and run but not for politics. Who in their right mind would trust this man with their children's future when he can sell his own??? This guy deserves a resounding WAPAK!!!

Manny Pacquiao is a Filipino idol. He's an INSPIRATION! Someone who portrays godliness when he kneels at the corner of the ring to pray before his fights, wears a rosary and goes to mass whenever he can. He declared that God is in his heart and his family is all that matters back in the Ara Mina intrigue. Now what? Is this what the gazillions did to him? Money! Money changes everything! The Ara Mina intrigue was just last year though so he already had gazillions which means it's not really the wealth that made him think he can stray. I give him due respect and admiration for his boxing achievement but his personal life is shot to hell because of little missy Krista. I'm turned off. Even if I were planning to watch his movie which I wasn't, I wouldn't do so now. I'd even quit buying the products he endorses just like I boycott products that Kris Aquino endorses. Pacman is lost. He is drunk with success. Blinded by the bright lights! Another guy that deserves a get-your-swollen-head-out-of-your-a** WAPAK!!!

As for the ladies... well, Jinkee Pacquiao is the legal wife with four legal children who are worshipped by Manny. She doesn't strike me as a fool so I'm sure she's got her bases covered as well as bank accounts hidden everywhere. She ought to relax, get pampered, not worry her tiara-ed head and let her husband do his thing. She has her aces safe in a vault along with her eye-popping diamonds.

Krista is a poor girl who could have had a good future. She did graduate from Poveda and Ateneo de Manila. But hard work probably seemed useless when she's got the beauty (she seems ordinary to me), the body and now semi-youth. What a shame... maybe it's too late to wake this woman up with a serious WAPAK! The way I see it, once you start selling your self, you're gone.

WaPacMan is PALPACMAN. Boo!

Sale! Come One! Come All!

En route to my home is this big, big store that sells music instruments and equipment. It has a beautiful grand piano on display right at the corner. I wish I could own one some day and play the piano again. I think I've written of the desire a while back so I'll not go into that anymore.

This store is ALWAYS on sale. They change their banners ever so often that I wonder why they bother at all. Today, the Great Christmas Sale began. This is right after the Unbelievable Halloween Sale which of course came after the Incredible Rainy Season Sale. In a couple of months, what will it be? What else? Love is in the air, Unsurpassed Valentine Sale! A couple of months after that, the Awesome Graduation Day Sale! The Amazing Holy Week Sale comes smartly around the corner followed closely by the FANTASTIC Summer Sale! Holy molly, before you can even say snap, crackle and pop, it's the Remarkable Back-To-School Sale! And then they unravel the Incredible Rainy Season Sale again and we have come full circle. Endless sale! Endless!

Seems to me like there is Barely Any Sale which could possibly precede the Heartbreaking Closing Out Sale.

Burning Bridges

A couple of my friends had a spat today. Hurtful words were flung back and forth. Words that were meant to draw blood.

I realized that I get away with saying some things that would hurt if it came from someone else and I wondered about it. Why would I get away with that? Is it a special talent that I have? A talent that will not be given any accolade? Maybe I have a special way with words? Or maybe because it is expected of me?

I asked two friends why and they couldn't really explain why something doesn't hurt if it came from me but would burn bridges if it came from someone else. I had to stuff words into their mouth myself! I asked if they think maybe it's because even if I say something nasty I don't mean to insult and that they know I hold them dear to my heart and my friendship is sincere? Geez... did I have to be so self-admiring? Anyway, they agreed in a tentative way that told me I hit the nail smack on the head. Ah yes... I am gifted. I bet I can start my own religion.

I think if your friendship is sincere then there are no conditions attached to it. No terms of service or tenure. It is something that is offered from your heart and soul. It is not earned but given. It accepts the other exactly as the other was, is, would be and could be. Is that noble or what???

Quick, ring the bells and invite people to this congregation of love! We'll call it... hmmm.. it has to be called something that inspires selflessness...

I'll call it the Love Shack.

Countdown

My second batch of babies is almost ready to leave home. They are now exactly 6 weeks old. On Saturday, they are going to get their first anti-Parvo shot and the first baby, Mandy, will leave me the next day.

My heart is already broken. I cannot believe how I still love and miss the first ones, Pinkay and Tigre. Pinkay is already pregnant! Tigre must be a big ball of energy, by now. He always was. How I miss how he growled with pleasure when he was in my arms. :-(

This batch of sweet little girls are sugar and spice and everything nice. I should have named them Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup but then there were 4 initially. Sweet baby Bans died. Sad, sad, sad.

I hate losing my babies! I hate it!

Damned If You Don't

Last Sunday, the Rolex shop in Greenbelt 5 was attacked by 6 heavily-armed men dressed in Bomb Squad uniforms in a robbery attempt. The robbery was thwarted by the two police escorts of Taguig Mayor, Fred Tinga, who happened to be lunching at a nearby restaurant. One robber was killed but the others got away with about P6M worth of watches.

Everyone is now under investigation. The security agency might lose their license for neglect. There was even a question posed by one broadcaster as to why the mall security did not join in the shoot out. The police are being asked why their response was not as fast as a bullet train. Another allegation was the mall security tried to mislead the policemen by giving them wrong directions.

How can they, again, try to make matters seem like someone's shortcoming? The security guard who questioned the robbers when they entered the basement parking immediately called the police. The police arrived within minutes of the call. The mall security did not engage in the gunfight because they secured the bystanders.

I remember another incident when the SWAT had a shoot out with some criminals on the street and some civilians got killed. They were then accused of sheer disregard for public safety and consequently removed from duty. It was an overkill... literally. This time, the gunslingers did not shoot enough so they failed in their duty as well.

Both incidents were in public places with many civilians present. What is it that the police really need to do for people to say they did their job exactly as they should have? Shoot or not shoot?

Personally, I think they might as well shoot and be damned with guns a-blazin'.

Dammed If You Do...

The poor manager of the San Roque Dam got sacked the other day. He told the media that he was relieved to be relieved because he was afraid he would not be able to function correctly because of all the anxiety from the intrigue and criticism. He is being blamed for the flood during the remarkable Pepeng typhoon which made a u-turn and PARKED in the northern part of Luzon for about a week. It brought a lot of rain so you can imagine how all the dams were at critical levels hence the release of the water.

Sadly, a lot of property was destroyed and many lives were lost especially in the mountains where there were numerous landslides. It will take years to rebuild many towns. Some will not be rebuilt ever again. Vast areas of agricultural land were devastated making the threat of food shortage very real. People are slowly picking up the pieces as relief and recovery programs are underway.

The poor manager of San Roque dam was interviewed shortly after the deluge. He said he was extremely frightened during the storm but he had to weigh the consequences and choose the lesser evil. He said he decided to release water that will cause a flood rather than not release and risk the collapse of the dam that will wipe out the whole province of Pangasinan. He stands by his decision. The man-made situation could not be left up to God. It called for someone's decision. He decided. He got the axe.

Even more sadly, the media is not giving a balanced report on the matter. Why don't they enlighten the people especially the ones who were most affected about what could have happened had the water not been released? Why just yack away about how that was everything that caused the devastation? Why not give credit to the power companies who are making adjustments according to the different weather conditions and global warming? Why incite anger in people who are already distressed and traumatized? Why call for the dam to be shut down? What will happen if it were shut down? Why sensationalize instead of pacify?

Personally, I think we should be dammed.

BFH (Boss From Hell)

BFH has some problems now. It seems there is a violation of the Anti-dummy Law somewhere and it puts everything in jeopardy. He has been deeply troubled.

And how about us? If there is a violation then our contracts are null and void. The investments will be canceled and that means we will not get the big bonus that everyone is looking forward to. The company can even shut down. On the one hand, we are troubled and sad that we might lose the bonus and everything else but on the other hand, seeing BFH sweat bricks is worth every single centavo.

That's how much he is "loved"! The violation could send him to prison for 5 to 15 years. We'll just visit him there... NOT!!!

Come to think of it, his mere existence is already a violation. He's a freaking, pain-in-the-ass DUMMY!

Trials from Nature

We got flooded last Sept. 26, 2009. It was a horrific experience since I grew up in Paranaque, a place that doesn't flood except once in 1999 when there was a freak flood.

Water rose so rapidly that in a matter of minutes, the water inside my house was hip-deep. Thankfully, I live in a neighborhood full of helpful, big men who walked around the area asking people if they needed help. They quickly secured my stuff. I owe them a case of beer or something. Kayla had to spend the night in St. Scholastica's College where the nuns took care of her along with the other people.

I took pictures of the scene outside for posterity.

Buck Passer

I don't know if my boss is a nincompoop or just plain senile but he's definitely one you can count on to pass the buck. Ask anyone in the office and they would agree. Be it a failed trip or a failed job... big or small, it doesn't matter. If something goes wrong, it is your fault even if you followed a "full stop" order despite all your arguments. If you don't follow, you get a yellow flag.

I don't know how in the world he got the job because I'm sure not everyone in his career ever thought that he was the one who was always right and knew everything. Impossible!

Oh, wait! I DO know how... he's an azzkizzer, too!

Baby Bans is Gone

C'est la vie.

Sadness in the House

Baby Bans is in critical condition. Her chances are pretty slim. She has a tube in her mouth for fluids and is in incubation with oxygen. She's dying.

My heart is broken because I gave her special care. The old vet, Dr. Carlos, told me she needed special care 2 days after she was born and I gave it. She was fed every 2 hours and I held her close all the time to make her cold body warm. She was my baby. Her sisters treated her special also. They always seemed to let her stay in the middle where it was warmest. They curled around her and over her as if they knew she needed it. Cukay seemed to know, too. She always held her in her arms. Bans went to her Mum whenever she sensed she was in the crib. She crawled just as swiftly and strongly as her sisters so I said she'll be ok. Days went by and her lack in growth became more and more apparent. Today, they are eight days old and she is still small and frail just like a week ago.

She stopped feeding this morning so she was rushed to the hospital. I followed from my office as quickly as I could and I knew in my heart that I might lose her. The vets gave her emergency care and she seemed to do better. I joked that I will just kill her myself when I was preparing to take her home and that's when I noticed her pink snout was blue. She was dying! I wept like a fool and asked Dr. Alvarez to take care of her. She might have a better chance in ICU.

I whispered to her not to die and I promised I would give her plenty of treats when she's bigger. But I think it will not happen. I'm going to lose the little one. Que sera, sera. Old vet, Dr. Carlos, told me it happens and there is nothing we can do about it. Puppies with congenital defects die and if they did survive, they will not be normal. I wanted to tell him I would give her special care if she needed it but I figured he is jaded. He has seen too many pets die. He cares for the pets but if they cannot be saved, well, that's just how life goes.

I am sad. I am very sad.

Excitement in the House

My house was in an uproar and it all began last night. I noticed that Cukay was restless. She kept pacing and panting. She kept scratching at the floor by my side of the bed. She kept nestling against Jon. I worried that she was going to give birth soon so I said to myself that I will bring her to the hospital in the morning. I stayed up and read about whelping. I wanted to confirm what I knew - that she was exhibiting signs of whelping. I got the confirmation but figured she was going to give birth the next day.

At around 530am, Jon nudged me to tell me that Cukay was lying against him and wouldn't leave. I said just hold her because I think she's going to give birth soon. Suddenly, he held out his hand with some thick substance on it! I jumped up and saw that she was crowning! OMG!!! I quickly got dressed with the intention of rushing her to the hospital. Too late! The first baby popped out! What to do? I was panicky. I couldn't really see because I was panicking! I just tried to comfort her and remembered not to pop the sac until it was completely out. Never mind, I'll take her to the hospital during the pause in between babies. What pause??? Here comes another! OMG!!! Same process... wait... don't pop the sac... OMG!!! What do I do with the cord? Can I pull? I'm supposed to tie it with a dental floss... where is the floss? I couldn't remember! Call the hospital... ring ring ring... no answer! Everyone was awake by now and they all gaped. Shocked! Move, yaya! Everyone in the crib... and off we went to the hospital.

Whew! Doctor Alvarez was there and immediately got busy. He checked the babies and Cukay and prepared for the two that are yet to come out. I yelled I'll be back after I take a quick shower and he waved me away.

At 730am, Dr. Alvarez called to tell me that Cukay was not heaving and advised CS delivery for the rest of the brood. I quickly gave the green light and reminded him that she was to be spayed. All go for the babies and Cukay!


When I got there at a little past 8, the babies were out. Cukay was being stitched up. All the vets were in attendance. My baby girl was given the best care they could give. Wooohooo! Surprise! Change that to my baby GIRLS! All the babies are female! Wow! They all look like Chikoy. One has the exact same white band around her neck as Bawzer. ;p

I'm pleased they are all alive and kicking. They are beautiful. Too bad they are all female which means I cannot keep anyone or else my boys will mate with them. Incest! They are little angels and no one will be mine. :-/


So how are the boys treating the women in their family? They peer into the crib gingerly to check on the little ones. They patrol around it as if they know they are their helpless little sisters. For now, they are the macho men of the crib. ;p

Jon on the Expressway

My husband is an overly cautious driver. I yack about his driving because I just do. He always retorts with how he doesn't scratch the car or wait to bump something before stopping which is obviously how I drive. =snicker, snicker= As if that would affect me. He has eagle eyes, you know. He can spot a tiny scratch from a mile away!

I used to drive when we had to pass the expressway because the white lines mesmerized and made him sleepy although I noticed that he never actually went to sleep but kept an eye on the speedometer. I had to keep my cruising speed at a maximum of 100kph and I had to announce if I was going to speed up to pass another vehicle. My leg would cramp because keeping a car at 100kph is a shade off my comfort angle which would be about 120kph. Anyway, he has taken over the expressway driving and this is how it looks like.

Kayla's NCAE

Kayla took the 5-hour National College Assessment Exam (NCAE) yesterday. Back in my time, it was called the National College Entrance Exam (NCEE). It is a nationwide exam taken every year by highschool seniors to help them identify what course is best for them.

When we took it 25 years ago, we were told to use Mongol Pencil #2 and you will surely get a good grade. So we all went armed with Mongol #2s as if that was our salvation. If the NCAE is anything like the NCEE, it's definitely a long, boring, boring test which poses a problem for an impatient girl like Kayla. It's not far-fetched that she will throw down her pencil, scream "WHAT A STUPID TEST!!!" and storm out of the room.

So to challenge her, I told her she had better match my NCEE grade of 99+. Snicker, snicker.

During dinner, I asked her how she did in the exam. Guess what she said? "I fell asleep for about 30 minutes."


If I recall correctly, I did too. Now let's just wait for the results.

Florence and Coron

I so want to go to Coron. It's a wondrous place. Awesome to the extreme! It's like paradise. I love the rock formations and caves surrounded by the beautiful green water.

Jon went there a few months ago and just recently, Florence had the luxury of spending a couple of days there. I'm green with envy like the sea in Coron.

Florence is a novice photographer so she has fantastic pictures of the scenery. Here is one of them.


Perfect... ruined only by her freshly pedicured sea lion-like feet.

Kayla in College

Kayla's graduating from HS this school year. At 15, she will soon be going to a university out there in the wild, wide world. I fret about it.

Typically, I missed the application period at the University of the Philippines and Ateneo de Manila University - two of the biggest, respected universities in the country. I'm left with about 4 more to choose from and I made sure not to miss the application period so I immediately sent for the entrance kits of De La Salle University, De La Salle Benilde and St. Scholastica's College (my alma mater). The fourth choice is Univesity of Asia Pacific... hmmm, a tad bit too expensive, I think. The last choice is Assumption College (of course it's last, it's the #1 rival school of St. Scho).

Kayla reviewed the course line up of DLSU. I kinda suggested Management of Financial Institutions because it sounds grand. But she's keen on going to Law School so she ignored me and chose LIACOM, majoring in AB Psychology and BSC Legal Management. Not what I suggested so what's the next thing to do? Fret, of course! I might have to support her longer than necessary! lol! I have arranged for her to talk to some people I'm impressed with in order to help her decide. She'll find out what she truly wants to do in due time.

All I can do is fret.

Last Picture Syndrome (LPS)

Ruth, my beloved friend, always makes sure I am in the loop in anything and everything so whenever there's something new she would let me know. She's precious.

One morning, she guided me to a new discovery and believe me, it changed me profoundly. I finally found the inspiration of my life! This indescribable picture that spoke a thousand words gripped the core of my being. What a sight to behold. As a matter of fact, it was such a sight that it totally erased my urge to munch. The words it spoke enumerated the reasons why I should get off my lazy a**, whip out my extra super maximum support Champion sports bras and make that speed rope whistle within an inch of my crown. Go! Go! Go!

If you want to see this life-changing, awe-inspiring picture, PM me. But beware... it just might be a picture of you.

SuperMom

I play Mafia Wars about 15 hours a day everyday. I brush my dogs' hair about 2 hours a day except Saturdays when I spend the whole morning bathing and grooming them. I sleep about 5 hours a day and work, eat, bathe and travel the rest of the time.

Jonathan and Kayla come in to the picture in snippets while I wait for my energy and stamina refill. I'm a mom/wife in absentia!


Cukay, on the other hand, is a full-time, hands-on mom. For instance, Mojee got stuck on a sticky paper trap. He squeezed into a small opening to reach it and it stuck to his face. He ran around in circles blindly until Cukay pinned him down and swiped it away with her paw. He was freed and the sticky paper stuck to Cukay. Yaya had to trim Mojee's facial hair and her front right paw.

Mojee now looks like CJ7.

Cory! Cory! Cory!

In 1985, people were constantly demonstrating in the streets all over the Philippines. We were calling for Justice for Ninoy Aquino and the impeachment of Ferdinand Marcos. Yellow was the color of the freedom.

Cory Aquino graduated from St. Scholastica's so we, of course, had to support her and the nuns marched with us as well. I was an ignorant college freshman and we joyfully took to the streets to get out of school and meet cute guys from other schools. We marched down Ayala Avenue (ooooh, the business sector! The place where we will one day work!) and yellow confetti would rain down from the tall buildings. I remember how festive the mood was. I didn't really understand the significance of the movement as I was nothing but a naive, self-centered teenager. It was only later on after EDSA 1 and when she ascended into power did I understand the situation better. She truly united the people and catapulted us into a free nation.

Cory Aquino is gone now. The Filipino people mourn her passing and remember her for what she had been and done.

Ari

ARI is a variation of ITO which is this or these in Tagalog and used in certain regions. They are using it in a couple of TV commercials.

"Ang daming labada!
Ari lang kailangan.
Isang sachet? Kaya ba iyan?
Isa lang, tama na ito"

Ari and then ito? Doesn't that sound fake to you? As far as I know, when you use ari to mean ito, you never use ito to mean ari.

"Puro bakas ni Potpot. Nasaan ba si Potpot?
Ari si Potpot! Ari si Potpot!"

Huh? Isn't that bewildering? A bunch of kids jumping together yelling "ari si Potpot!"? It is bewildering, believe me.

GMA's Last SONA

I thought GMA would finally stand before the joint Congress, declare she's had enough of all the ruckus, dramatically dust her hands in the air and walk off into the setting sun. Can you imagine how you would feel if everything you do at work is trashed and everything that happens wrong is blamed on you? Gosh, that would be like hell and I don't think any amount of money would compensate for that. I do sympathize with the poor woman because I don't think the home she goes to provides her with sanctuary.

I found the latter part of her SONA amusing. She finally "answered" some of the nasties going on about her. Subtle, humorous but unquestionable.

"I never expressed the desire to extend myself beyond my term. Many of those who accuse me of it tried to cling like nails to their posts."

I added 1 + 1... calculated and understood it as a declaration that she will not run in 2010.

Do we need to analyze each word in order to deduce it as such? Yet a lot of people speak of how she failed to say that she is not going to stay on as president beyond 2010. Apparently, they were looking for an exact syntax. I think those who keep on yacking away about this issue are trying to keep it alive for fear of disappearing into anonymity. They seem like they are desperately fanning the dying embers of the hope to skyrocket into political fame.

Kris Aquino

What's up with this woman? I can't see why she needs to go on TV and deliver histrionics about her Mom's sickness. Calling for prayers and sympathy... hello, leave the woman in peace. People need not be nagged to pray for Cory Aquino. They already automatically do so and besides no prayers in the world can heal her not even Santino. Que sera, sera.

I think politicos are just using these healing masses for visibility and pogi points. I bet most of them don't even know her personally or used to talk about her condescendingly like her luck on being a housewife who happened to be married to Ninoy or that she's just a mahjongera who didn't know anything about running the country. Why do they do this? Do they think they could fool people into thinking they're good people because they pray? Do they think somehow, Cory's positive image would rub off on them by showing sympathy for her? Pathetic.

Kris should really avoid talking about her Mom every time she's on TV because it is so inappropriate. It almost seems like she's grabbing at everything that would make herself and her life interesting and noticeable. God knows why people actually notice her. Maybe people don't really notice her for her talents (does she have any?) but they notice her because she's like an insect bite on the side of your big toe... unbelievable irritating.

Need she weep? Yes, so that people like us would see how thick her make-up is that when her tears course down her cheeks they form lahar-like tracks.

Pay Parking in QC

The topic in this morning's current issues is the proposed parking fee of P20 for the first 2 hours in all of Quezon City. The program devoted about 15 minutes to this issue which I found absolutely idiotic! The business association wanted to stop this proposal because it may discourage people from coming to the area and therefore kill the businesses there while the local government wanted to make sure that the parking spots in the city were monitored by uniformed and accredited parking attendants much like in Makati City. Parking in Makati, BTW, is P40 for the first 2 hours.

I have never decided not to go to a certain place because I had to pay parking fees. I don't know if there is actually anyone who would do so. Can you imagine it? You own a car but you wouldn't go to certain places because of parking fees? Don't car owners incorporate parking fees in his or her budget? If not then he is a fool.

Midlife Crisis

A lot of people go through this mythical phase. It's when you are down and unhappy with yourself compounded by everyone and everything around you. It's that fun time when you can rant about anything under the sun and your friends would just nod and be supportive of you.

When does this happen? Mid-life means at the middle of your life. How long is your life? How do you know if the time is appropriate for a crisis? If I live until 60, then I should have had my midlife crisis in my thirties... and so on.

When a person's life plateaus, I guess this is the time to have a crisis. Define plateau. Your career is stable and is moving at a slower pace compared to when you were zooming up the corporate ladder years ago. Your marital life is quiet and has elevated to the companionship level or once-a-fortnight sex. Your children are in the weird teenage years when they have their own weird world. Your friends are busy with their inane-sounding hobbies like cross-stitching or Mafia Wars. That is a plateau.

If you're not married, this time can be reaaaalllly difficult.

What can be done during this stage in life?

Get a pet snake, if your name is Ruth.

Mating Season

Cukay is in heat again. She's supposed to be fertile and receptive on her 9th day which was yesterday but she let Chikoy mount her last Wednesday. Oh ko! We were unprepared meaning Cukay didn't have diapers and knickers on so my stud had full access. They are sneaky. They go downstairs when we're upstairs and vice versa. Cute.

So! We're whelping in 2 months or so. It will be the last time because I'm having her spayed when she gives birth via CS. Did you know that once a dog delivers via CS, it will be CS every time? Cukay is still a doting mom to her 5-month old sons. She still dashes off to check on them when she hears someone squeal which is usually Mojee because Bawzer bugs him. I discovered that she climbs up on Kayla's study table to fetch the toys perched on the computer and gives them to the boys! Yaya told me that she plucks my fish ref magnets for them to chew on also. Isn't she such a great mom?
Both of them are great parents. When Bawzer bugs Cukay and she starts to get angry, Chikoy pulls her away as if telling her he's a baby, don't hurt him. When Bawzer bugs Chikoy and he starts to get mad, Cukay pulls HIM away. Bawzer is obviously the spoiled little brat. He thinks he owns my lap. He sleeps snuggled up to me and doesn't mind being touched, poked or whatever for as long as his body is against mine. He doesn't even stir.

Soon, my house will be busy with little babies. I wonder how the boys will react to them. I wonder if it will be easier to let them go this time. I doubt it.

(Not Much) More On Angel Locsin

Horrors!

Can you even imagine Angel Locsin playing Nora Aunor's role in the remake of Himala???

Horrors!

I don't know how these people can gush over this project! Are they blind? Dramatic acting can't be disguised by curves.

Horrors!

I understand she's bankable and all but gee, can't they find someone who can actually give the role justice? Come on! Give the writer some respect by getting real talent.

My brother is not a pig!

Horrors!

GMA's Fake Boobies

Can you believe the media actually devoted time to discuss this?

So what if she had her boobs fixed when she was younger? Heck, so what if she had it done last week??? With all the cosmetic surgery going on all over the world, why make a big deal out of this one? At least her fake boobies look normal.

If I were her, I would get breast implants, too, to ease some of my physical drawbacks and gain some self-esteem. If you were short, flat-chested and looked like Ate Glow, wouldn't you get fake boobies, too?

Only You/Angel Locsin

830pm? Time for Only You? Time to change the channel!

Its story line is so boring. I don't like Angel Locsin. I don't see any acting talent in her. Sam Milby is equally talentless and looks a bit abnormal to me. His head is too big for his body. Candy Pangilinan is her usual funny self so that's not remarkable. The rest of the cast? Well, I didn't stick around long enough to say anything more.

Angel Locsin has numerous commercials and I noticed that she makes sounds that plainly reveals of her lack of class. For instance, the soap commercial where her pearl strand snapped and the men rushed to help pick them up, she made an unclassy sound "ay!" which was later edited out. There's another one where she exclaims "SULET" and obviously the product is forgettable. Sulet???

My ears are bleeding.

Coz This Is Primetime TV

Jon and I watch the teleseryes that begin after the evening news.

We watch May Bukas Pa because it's entertaining to watch Dina Bonnevie's evil, scheming character and Arlene Mulach, the town chismosa. Ogie Diaz provides light comedy that adds a lot to the entertainment value of the show. ABS-CBN stars grace the show every few episodes so it is really star-studded. It's remarkable how there are so many happenings in that small town, Bagong Pag-asa.

After MBP, is Only You which is something I will write about separately.

We eagerly await Tayong Dalawa which we find riveting because of the very complicated plot. Oftentimes, I would think up outrageous situations and I would tell Jon that this is what's going to happen and sure enough, it happens. We find Coco Martin's acting commendable. That young man has great talent and a bright future. I hope the industry recognizes all his attributes. Gerald Anderson, Jake Cuenca and the rest of the cast are talented as well. Cherry Pie Picache, of course, is Cherry Pie Picache. I did notice that her tone doesn't change. She sounded exactly the same in the other teleserye that I used to watch starring Claudine Barretto and Gabby Concepcion, Iisa Pa Lamang. Kim Chui is like a bottomless well of tears. Her character here is so lame I itch to change the channel when she has scenes. Two rich, handsome, young men are crazy in love with her and she sacrifices herself for love. Geez.

So what?, you ask? Nothing. This is the intro to the next blog about Only You.

Going Up?

Do you ever notice how people still press the elevator button even if it's already lit up? Meaning someone has already summoned the lift? And even more obviously, someone is actually waiting for the lift?

Going up? Going down?

Heck, no! Going astray!