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Saturday, May 28, 2016

Don't Play With Knives?


Grade 4 si Kuch noong matigil sa pag-aaral. Kagaya ng marami pa nating mga kababayan sa kanayunan, lumuwas si Kuch ng Maynila para makipag-sapalaran bago pa man siya naging binata. Kuch ang code name ko sa kanya kasi mukhang may kakaiba siyang hilig sa kutsilyo. Sa unang birada pa lang ng kuwento ni Kuch, "mapapatay ko dapat yun kung hindi lang mapurol ang kutsilyong nadampot ko."


Kagaya rin ng marami pa nating kababayan, masipag at maabilidad sa Kuch. Natuto siyang mag-butingting at naging electrician. Salamat sa Recto University, nakapag-Saudi si Kuch. Nagkaroon siya ng instant diploma at natanggap sa isang mass hiring ng mga construction workers.

Sa trabaho sa Saudi, nakabukod ang mga trabahador ayon sa bayang pinagmulan. Bawal ang mangapitbahay kung hindi kayo pareho ng nationality. Ang kaso, sabi ni Kuch, ang mga kasamahan niyang Ilokano ay napakahilig mag-uwi ng mga Pakistani sa barracks nila. Galante raw kasi sa inuman ang lahing ito kaya masarap maging bisita. Sa isang inuman session e nag-pass si Kuch. Nag-straight daw kasi siya ng trabaho ng tatlong araw kaya patang pata ang buo niyang katawan.

Habang nagkakasiyahan ang lahat, mahimbing ang tulog ni Kuch. Kaya naman gulat na gulat siya nang magising na may malaking Pakistani na nakadagan sa kanya at pilit na nilililis ang suot niyang shorts. Alam niyo na ang ibig sabihin? Sige, kung hindi pa - gustong gahasain ng malaking lalakeng Pakistani si Kuch. Nanlaban siya nang nanlaban pero sadyang malakas ang Pakistani. Sa huli, nadampot niya ang nag-iisa niyang tinidor sa ilalim ng kama. Nasaksak ni Kuch ang Pakistani nang paulit-ulit. Hindi man natuluyan, nakulong pa rin si Kuch. Inabot ng tatlong taon bago siya nakalaya. Matagal raw kasing magpadala ng abugado ang gubyerno natin.

Habang nakakulong sa Saudi, ang mag-ina ni Kutch ay pinalayas ng nanay niya. Hindi na raw kasi siya nakakapagpadala ng pera kaya kahit may tatlo silang anak na maliliit pa, tapos na rin ang pakikipanirahan ng kanyang pamilya. Sa lugar kung saan pinulot ang mag-iina, uso ang droga. Nalulong sa droga si misis at nakasumpong ng forever sa isang batikang drug pusher at user.

Kamakailan lang ay kumalat sa Facebook ang video ng isang batang nakatali sa puno habang ginugulpi ng nanay at tatay-tatayan. Ang batang iyon ay ang sampung taon na panganay na anak ni Kuch. Nakabalik na siya sa Maynila noong mangyari ito. Humingi siya ng tulong kay Tulfo.

Lunes susugod ang kampo ni Tulfo sa Pangasinan kung saan naron ang mga anak ni Kuch na lahat pala ay minamaltrato ng durugistang power couple. Hindi na kinaya ng pusong ama ni Kuch. Sinugod na niya agad ang bahay para makuha ang mga bata. Parang eksena sa pelikula ni FPJ ang nangyari. May apat na drug addict na sumugod sa kanya, initak pa siya sa ulo ng isa. Buti na lang nga, mahusay siya sa kutsilyo. Napuruhan niya rin ang lahat ng nagtangkang sumugod. Ginigilitan niya raw ng leeg yung isa, kaso mapurol (na naman!) ang kutsilyo.

Dahil nasa lugar siya ng mga adik, nakulong si Kuch at hinayaan ng mga pulis na duguan sa loob ng kulungan. Buti dumating ang mga tao ni Tulfo at pinagalitan lahat ng salbaheng pulis. Kung di raw kay Tulfo, baka patay na siya.

Sa ngayon ay masaya na kahit paano si Kutch. Nasa kanya na ang mga anak niya. Binilhan nga raw niya ng laptop kasi napakahilig magsipaglaro sa PC-han at mag-Facebook. Pero inaalala niya pa rin kung paano malilimutan ng mga anak niya ang kahayupang inabot sa nanay nila at sa kanyang live in partner. Sana raw mapatay ni Duterte.

Kahit puyat at malamig ang taxi ni Kuch, di ako nakatulog sa sharing na ginawa niya. Sana lahat ng maisakay niya ay magtiyagang makinig. Kailangan niya 'yun para gumaling.

Ang kultura ng karahasan. Sino ba talaga ang may kasalanan?

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

On Plan B


In response to his hallucination: "The senator earlier accused the administration of creating a plan that would make Robredo appear to be leading in surveys to justify her win. If she is elected vice president, impeachment proceedings will be carried out against Davao City Mayor Rodrigo Duterte, who is poised to become the country’s next President. If Robredo replaces Duterte, the Liberal Party will regain control of the government."


Jollibee image is from here.

WANTED TEXTMATE 0975-843-7009


Dapat noon ko pa pinost ito e. Nakalimutan ko lang. Ilang beses ko natanggap ang text message na ito mula sa parehong mobile number. Marami sigurong desperado sa textmate na nag-akalang si Bongbong ang katext nila. Ayan tuloy.

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Paano kaya nakuha nila Bongbong Marcos, Martin Romualdez, Greco Beljica at Valdepenas ang cellphone number ko? Hindi naman ako sikat. At paaano nila naisip na ikabit ang "Mamasapano" sa pangalan ng tao na parang "Eseng Ng Tondo" lang ang dating. Sana mas maging bobo pa ang mga botante para maisip nila na si General Valdepenas ang utak ng masakare sa Mamasapano.


Presidente Na Si Dugong?


Duterte It Is


We cannot fight the math. We have a new president.

I can see why the people chose Digong. He is seen as the radical change that has been missing in the Philippines' political landscape for a long time. I wanted him to be my president too, back when he was still not sure about pursuing the highest seat in the land.

A study of nations revealed that certain cultures (and historical profile) work best with certain leadership styles and forms of government. The perfect matches derived from this study explains why we are where we are and what we are as a people. It said that a country like the Philippines, with a rich experience in being a colony, will not flourish in democracy. We need a Lee Kuan Yew. And Duterte was the closest bet.

But then he started talking about women, and Australia, and the differently abled, and trains in exchange of islands. I questioned my conviction. And voted for Miriam.

None of these matter now. He will be our president. And as in previous years and administrations, let us continue NOT TO CARE. Let us continue to live with honor, dignity, integrity and simplicity. Let us work hard to not have to depend on the government for anything. Let's own our future and make great leaps toward our dreams. Duterte cannot make anything happen for us. No president will.

And you, Mr. President, you are accountable for numbers that only you and your cohorts can manage. GNP, GDP, Inflation Rate, CPP-NPA? Focus, Sir. Focus. Stop thinking about the jet ski ride. Stop thinking about who you want to cut ties with. Just get working. And don't give tax discounts to others if it means additional taxes for others. Not fair.

Hmmm... Finally, please don't suck too much. I actually like it here. In the Philippines. And we may be pushed to leave if you (and your VP, God forbid that it's BBM) start to bring in the crazy.




Saturday, November 21, 2015

What APEC 2015 Meant To Me


Listening to frustrating stories of family, friends and colleagues stuck in monster traffic. Someone I know spent 9 hours on the road to get to work. Hindi na ito makatao. Makatae ito. Ang kapal lang nung nagsabing quits quits lang sa lahat ng nahirapan kasi siya nagkaron naman ng sunburn. Quits yan kung nasunog ka habang sinusubukan mong ipost yang kaputahan na shout out na yan.

Wondering if APEC member countries have the right to decline hosting the event. We are a poor country. Nakuha pa nating maging proud sa magarbong dinner, fireworks display, designer furniture. Very Pinoy. Ipinangungutang ang handa sa piyesta.

Worrying about terrorist attacks. Ang hilig kaya nilang magpapansin kapag may mga ganitong big events. Minsan, ayoko nang palabasin ng bahay ang asawa ko. Kahit gaano ka kabuti, kung tarantado ang mundo, anong laban mo?

Questioning the necessity of having a summit. Hindi ba puwedeng i-Webex, Skype or Google Hangouts na lang yang tradisyon na yan? Walang isasarang kalsada, walang designer outfit para sa mga bisita, walang gastos sa dinner, accommodations at kung anu-ano pa.

Waiting to see if the summit was worth everyone's trouble, time, money and effort. 

And last but definitely not the least, thankful. Because the holidays gave me this. Naiuwi namin ang mga bata. After so many months of being weekend parents, nagkaroon kami ng pagkakataon na magkasama sa ilalim ng iisang bubong. Ay concrete ceiling pala. At para sa isang manggagawang walang naaasahan sa gubyerno kundi monthly holdap, sapat na ito.

Hanggang sa susunod na legal holidays na sana ay long weekend. Mabuhay!


Thursday, August 06, 2015

Simmering... Windows 10

Off to bed now with high hopes about Windows 10.


Maybe when the upgrade is done, the dislodged keys (product of the sum total of our children's penchant for destruction ) will be fixed too. It will be the best upgrade ever.



Wishful thinking aside, you can get a Windows 10 upgrade for zero dollars/peso/gold bars. The Hubby who knows about these kewl things reserved a slot online several weeks ago. His excitement is contagious. Ampogi pa.

I asked one of our IT guys in the office if we're upgrading to Windows 10... no clear response. Blah. If my Hubby decides to shift careers and moves to IT, he is going to be the bestest in town. I just know.



Friday, July 24, 2015

Now Showing: Cain & Abel (Not An Indie Film by INC)


Big Daddy Eraño Manalo left the earth as a very rich and influential man in 2009. He left his widow and six children with plenty of things to fight over while a lengthy and complex chain of a deliriously faithful cult tags along. Angel and Eduardo decides to make a memorable prelude to the 101st anniversary of the church built by Grand Daddy Felix. I am watching this closely. I want to see how it ends.

Want to bet on any one of these possible endings?

1. A Mass Exodus.
Members lose faith and trust in their church and the intricate layers of their holy people. They become disoriented for maybe a decade or so then they start joining other religions. Not a likely ending because no business ever closes just like that. What happens to all the wealth amassed by INC all these years? Do they get dividends or interest at all? Not my problem really. But for me, this means my children will finally have two sets of grandparents.They only have one now as the other set are faithful members of the church and have refused to acknowledge their existence. Just saying.

2. A Great Divide.
Just like this. INC lives on but as two warring teenagers. I wonder what permutations are bound to come out of this ending.

3. Joke's on us.
This is all a show. On the day of their anniversary, the factions join hands in prayer and speak of the glory of their God who did not let them down during the organization's most trying times (a few days, nobody died).

4. Revelation Day - Set A.
On their 101st anniversary, the second coming happens. The members of the church are saved and we, outsiders, are doomed foreverrrrr! Their temples' towers are spaceships after all and they merrily launch into outer space while we all drown in an ocean of magma while being raped by Satan.

5. Revelation Day - Set B.
Same with A but we are saved and they are not. Them and all religions who claim exclusive rights to salvation.

I can't wait. Do I get a prize for my fearless forecast?

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Hate Crime In Makati (yes, in 2015)

 Makati City. Three men attacked a friend at 2:45 AM today. They put a sack around his head and torso, tied his hands from behind his back, started punching, kicking, stepping on him and hitting him repeatedly with what seemed to be a metal pipe or plank of wood. While they were doing this, they were yelling at him to repent for being gay. They said that he will go to hell. My friend suffered from severe injuries and would have probably been killed if barangay tanods (local government unit patrol officers) did not chance upon the scene.

Hate crimes. You know they still happen but you can never be prepared when they come very close to home. I am still in shock.

Please forward to anyone you know and care about, especially if they work or simply pass by the streets of Makati. You and I know that the supposed authorities in this city are authoritative but cannot be counted on to serve and protect all the time.

P.S. I'm no longer in Facebook so I just got these screenshots from friends. I did not include the name of the person along with photos of his severely injured face. If you're from a news agency or an NGO and you'd like to write about this, please send me a message and I'll ask if he's willing to share his story with your organization. Thank you.






Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Philippine Nationwide Holidays 2015






















I love my job but I love holidays too. These are the magical weekdays of the year when my children can re-learn that I am their mommy.
  • February 19, 2015, Thursday – Chinese New Year (Special non-working day)
  • February 25, 2015, Wednesday – EDSA Revolution anniversary (Special holiday)
  • April 2, 2015, Thursday – Maundy Thursday (Regular holiday)
  • April 3, 2015, Friday – Good Friday (Regular holiday)
  • April 4, 2015, Saturday – Black Saturday (Special non-working day)
  • April 9, 2015, Thursday – Araw ng Kagitingan (Regular holiday)
  • May 1, 2015, Friday – Labor Day (Regular holiday)
  • June 12, 2015, Friday – Independence Day (Regular holiday)
  • August 21, 2015, Friday – Ninoy Aquino Day (Special non-working day)
  • August 31, 2015, last Monday of August – National Heroes Day (Regular holiday)
  • November 1, 2015, Sunday – All Saints Day (Special non-working day)
  • November 30, 2015, Monday – Bonifacio Day (Regular holiday)
  • December 24, 2015, Thursday – Additional special non-working day (Special non-working day)
  • December 25, 2015, Friday – Christmas Day (Regular holiday)
  • December 30, 2015, Wednesday – Rizal Day (Regular holiday)
  • December 31, 2015, Thursday – Last day of the year (Special non-working day)

Thursday, March 01, 2012

Finally...???...???

"The Indian government on Tuesday clarified its view on gay sex, saying that it accepts the 2009 High Court order that decriminalized homosexuality. The move came after P.P. Malhotra, a lawyer for the Home Ministry, told the Supreme Court that gay sex was “immoral.” The ministry quickly distanced itself from the stance, noting that it “had not taken any position on homosexuality as is being reported in the media.” Tuesday’s clarification may have appeased some critics, but it has also highlighted the extent to which India is stuck on the issue of decriminalization. Is it time for the Indian government to take a more assertive stand on gay rights?" [Read more from http://globalspin.blogs.time.com/2012/02/29/will-india-stand-up-for-gay-rights]

Don't judge me for these "ditz-y" thoughts but I'd like to be candid about my views on India and homosexuality. Look at all the colors, ornaments, bodies and hand movements of Vishnu and friends...  The gods and goddesses are perpetually surrounded by flowers and seizure-inducing colors. Sex is an art form... How gay can a culture be? Just saying. Peace.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Speechless

Don't know much about the guy. Never really Google-d him. I just know that whenever people rave about some of his quotable quotes, I go... "but Covey/Maxwell already said that."

I don't know much about the guy but the title of the article got me. I just had to read. And for someone who hasn't owned, nor touched, anything Apple... it's sad that my first interaction with Mr. Jobs didn't get me to "think different" about my outsider (of the Apple cult) prejudice against him. 

He is, like their products, overrated.

Read article here.




Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Krampus Carol by Anthony Bourdain

The minds of the men I like... amazing.


...Read more about this here.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Good thing I'm no beauty queen.



Question: Would you change your religious beliefs to marry the person you love, why or why not?’

Answer: If I have to change my religious belief, I will not marry the person I love because the first person that I love is God and He created me. And I have my faith, my principles and it what makes me who I am. And if that person loves me, he should love my God.

Religious beliefs are not clothes nor hair color. You can't "change" them just like that... The question is semantically flawed, it does not deserve to be answered. But this is Ms. Universe. A dear fag friend perennially reminds us all: it's not a quiz bee.

For my peace of mind, here's a question worthy of a thought: Would you marry someone whose religious beliefs are different from yours?

And my answer, pretend you're interested, is YES. I actually did. In my book, religion should not define personality, aspirations, decisions and actions. Values take care of these things. Religion is nothing but a social construct and contract. If a social acceptance is too important to a person --- then the answer is NO. Uh-oh... wait... I did that.

Tough huh? Good thing I'm no beauty queen.

Sunday, September 04, 2011

"I am X weeks craving Y"

I am extremely pissed. I congratulated someone because she posted this in FB. I really thought she was pregnant. Then she said no and hinted that it's about something that some people want other people to know about.

Research revealed that it's another lousy meme: http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,2817,2392392,00.asp

Apparently, the same bunch of folks that thought of:

1) Post: "ABC"
Where "ABC" is a color
What it means: Color of your bra

2) Post: "I LIKE IT ON ____"
What it means: where you want to put your purse

And now

3) Post: "I'M X WEEKS AND CRAVING Y!"

where X = birth month
where Y = birth "day"

Month
January: 1 week
February: 2 weeks
March: 3 weeks
April: 4 weeks
May: 6 weeks
June: 8 weeks
July: 10 weeks
August: 12 weeks
September: 13 weeks
October: 14 weeks
November: 16 weeks
December: 18 weeks

Date
1: Skittles
2: Starburst
3: Kit-Kats
4: M&M's
5: Galaxy
6: Crunchies
7: Dairy Milk
8: Lollipops
9: Peanut Butter Cups
10: Meat Balls
11: Twizzlers
12: Bubble Gum
13: Hershey's Kisses
14: Chocolate Mints
15: Twix
16: Resse's Fastbreak
17: Fudge
18: Cherry Jello
19: Milky Way
20: Pickles
21: Creme Eggs
22: Skittles
23: Gummy Bears
24: Gummy Worms
25: Strawberry Pop Tarts
26: Starburst
27: Mini Eggs
28: Kit-Kat Chunkies
29: Double Chocolate Chip Crunchy Cookies
30: Smarties
31: Chocolate Cake

At 23, I found out that I may not be able to conceive the natural way. That was the saddest news I've ever received... Thank God for miracles.

So with much anger and pain, I stand by my FB post today

‎"I'm X weeks and craving Y!" is a meme. I am hurt by the lousy concept. Being pregnant is not a joke. Breast cancer awareness is not a joke. So cut it out!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

"Life is short, eat pork" by Nina

Someone I respect and admire (from a distance) figured in a sad bus accident in Cambodia. She lost her right leg in this tragedy. It's a sad story that gave me one of the biggest shocks of my life. When I read about it online, I just couldn't understand why these things could-should happen.

Nina's a gigantic brilliant mind with a big heart (and a power J-Lo butt). At work, she makes things - miracles - happen. Over a few smoking breaks and a couple of encounters at Starbucks, I became a fan (SUPER LIKE!) because of her humility, sincerity, humor and wits. And she loves life. When we still worked in the same office, I'd imagine Julie Andrews singing "I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so baaddddd" whenever I'd see her.

Less than a couple of weeks after the accident, she posted this "note" FB. Even in tragedy, Nina continues to inspire everyone with lessons in healing, courage and hope
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The last day of my old life
by Nina Kristine Abad on Sunday, August 14, 2011 at 8:32pm
~Posted with writer's permission

It started out beautifully. I woke up at 7am, had a leisurely breakfast of (our favorite) stir-fried noodles with heavenly Cambodian coffee with a Pinay traveller, whom I met on my way to Siem Reap. She is on her way to Bangkok, which leaves me, for the first time. alone in my 5-day "solo" trip. I made plans with the hotel tuktuk driver, Vey, to take me back to the Angkor complex at 8:00am, with a rented bicycle in tow.

I don't remember feeling so calm in my entire life, the crisp wind on my face, both my feet up in the tuktuk, the promise of a whole day revisiting my favorite temples at my own pace left me feeling giddy. Ah, La Vie Boheme. My demanding yet so alluring mistress.

Vey dropped me off near the complex (cheater) so I can pedal my way to the Wat proper. I stopped for pictures, waved to foreigners and locals alike. When I arrived at Angkor Wat, I deposited my bike with Vey and braced myself for my first step towards my beloved Angkor.

I am not a spiritual person, still am not, but there's something about temples that moves me to tears. I decided to connect with the Wat not just emotionally but physically. I'm barefootin' my way today.

I picked up my trusted Havs and shoved it in my bag and took my first step on the bridge that spans the moat. I didn't care about the stares from some tourists. I'm not the one wearing a long-sleeved shirt over a Tshirt and a stupid hat. Or kitten heels for that matter.

It took me an hour and a half inside the Angkor Wat. The top part was closed since it was a Buddhist holiday, so less tourists today, yay! I tried to sit down and read a book or write somehting, until I realized my stupidity. Why bother, when you have the most beautiful thing around you. I had no concept of time, of space, of social conventions. I didn't care if people saw me cry nor did I care if they thought I was a lunatic everytime I touched the walls and sighed. I didn't take pictures either. Again,why bother? No camera or words are up to task.

Next stop, Angkor Thom to see my beloved elephants. Vey dropped me off at the entrance (majestic) so I can pedal my way inside. It was too late to ride an elephant as they already made their way up to the hill. To my surprise and utter delight, I caught glimpse of a couple of late-riser pachyderms on their way to the entrance. Kandarapa ako sa pagbaba to get a clear shot. I was in heaven. Elephants charging their way towards me, in their full glory, no ugly tourists on board. I admired their grace, their majesty, their utter indifference to those who are disgusted by their bulk or smell. Until I felt a hand grab me out of the way. A couple of Cambodian policemen looked at me sternly, mad that they have to rescue a stupid girl from being trampled to death by elephants (how will they file the paperwork). I smiled guilelessly and pretended to be an airhead idiot (it totally pays!)

Next stop, Bayon, with the numerous faces of Buddha. Lord, ang dame. I lost count when a cute-ish Amboy asked if I want my picture taken, probably noticing my one-armed shots. I obliged, then felt the crushing disappointment when people fail to guess that I don't want my distended stomach in my shots. Cute ka pa naman, nagtiwala ako dahil may SLR ka. He asked why I'm barefoot, I replied I don't need shoes. He just said "cool" then walked away. Cool mo mukha mo :-)

All kinds of things went through my mind as I explored Bayon - kailangan masama ko si Bebe dito, I wonder if they allow overnight camping here, if I got lost here, will people think my bones are part of the display, if the Decepticons came back to destroy this place, I'm gonna go postal on their junk ass. But as I've said in a previous status, there are things so majestic, so overwhelming that it only demands utter silence. You just have to take it in, with an open heart, and just be thankful you are there, alive, to see it.

A lot more things happened for the rest of the day. I found the stall of the Cambodian girl I met on the bus in the old market and got schooled on real silk vs polyester blend. She got mad at the wackjobs who ripped me off by selling me polyester blends, I said it's okay, my friends won't know the difference too.

Another highlight, I tired to walk my way back from Pub street as the map looks pretty simple. Just my luck, as I was about to turn on my last street, it poured hard. My handy-dandy HC red umbrella crumpled after a few minutes. I decided to wait inside a mobile shop for a few minutes but since the rain shows no signs of stopping, I thought screw it. I secured my phone and my camera (may they rest in peace) inside a plastic bag, and walked in the rain. It felt good, a fitting counterpoint to a perfect day. I had an "aw" moment when I reached the guesthouse and found out that my tuktuk driver,Vey, tried to look for me in the Pub street vicinity when it started to rain.

While waiting for my pickup for the night bus (cue music of doom), I had the privilege of having dinner with a new arrival, Wesley from New Yahk. He is a veteran of the banana pancake trail but was retracing his steps as an adult and a student chef. He talked to me about going to market in Pnom Penh for a cooking class and finding himself the only white boy in the whole market, people sizing him up if he has a camera crew in hand or he is just what he actually is, a lunatic with balls. He said he was deeply enraged why, when he is in the greatest city in the world, with the highest per capita income, and they have the worst food in the world. I shared my sentiment that the poorest places has the best food because they have no choice. They have to extract flavors from the meager resources they have.

Well, it must have been love but Wesley doesn't believe in facebook. We'll have always have Siem Reap, char.

To those who may ask, I didn't feel any foreboding before I left. I just felt peace, joy and was incredibly grateful that I experienced everything I set out to do that day. And no, I didn't have any regrets either. As my new motto, life is short, eat pork. And chocolates, and amok, and chicharon bulaklak and broccoli and yes, even hair if that's what floats your boat.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

11.11.11 Who wants to get married in NY?

"ATLANTA - Occurring just once every one hundred years, a perfect calendar reading of 11.11.11 is considered one of the luckiest days of the century and a wedding held on 11.11.11 promises love, good fortune and luck1. IHG's Crowne Plaza® Hotels & Resorts is celebrating the dreamy date by hosting 11 weddings for 11 couples, with VH1 star and master matchmaker Steve Ward presiding over the ceremony. The hotel brand is asking altar-bound couples across the U.S. why they are lucky in love through the Crowne Plaza "Marry Me 11.11.11" giveaway. Those who are selected as having the most dedicated relationship and intriguing love story will be whisked away to a once in a lifetime New York City wedding at the Crowne Plaza Times Square- Manhattan." ~ Complete Article here


















Our story kicks ass (I think, feel, believe) but I can't see myself getting married thousands of miles away from friends and family. So, that's ok. But maybe I can write about why we have an "intriguing love story" soon... Or maybe the Hubby can?

For more details about 11.11.11, access these links:
















Friday, August 12, 2011

What the hell ???!!!???

So sick, so wrong in so many ways.
  • The guy who did it? Sick. Wrong.
  • Seeing it in the news? ---
  • The word "ejaculating" in the headline? ---
  • Writing about it? ---
I dunno. If I had my way, this wouldn't be in the news. And no, I'm not even explaining myself.

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US court fines Pinoy for ejaculating into co-worker's water bottle
08/11/2011 | 05:34 PM | GMA News > Pinoy Abroad

A California court has ordered a Filipino to pay $27,000 for ejaculating twice into a co-worker’s drinking water bottle, a US television station reported.

The judge ordered Michael Kevin Lallana, 32, of Fullerton, to pay for the victim’s loss of wages and medical expenses, news site KTLA reported Wednesday (Thursday in Manila).

Lallana admitted that he ejaculated into an “attractive" co-worker’s water bottle because “her lips had touched it." But he told detectives he never thought she would drink it.