Ten Things to Do When Stuck in Traffic
We had so much fun making the first episode of “The K Zone,” we just have to follow it up with another. I’m kinda amazed at how much we have loosened up in this second episode. Maybe it’s the topic. Or maybe we’re really getting the hang of it. You be the judge.
Documentaries
I was gravely disappointed that I missed the better part of the pilot episode of Sine Totoo, GMA-7’s newest public affairs program that showcases the station’s award-winning episodes of its award-winning documentary shows, and is hosted by Howie Severino, one of my most-admired journalists in the Philippines. I was so intent on fixing up some things on my blog that I totally forgot all about it.
International Women’s Day
A special day that recognizes, celebrates, honors, inspires and empowers women.
Last year, I was part of the International Women’s Day celebration that our office held for its employees.
The event was filled with inspirational talks, workshops and bonding activities for hundreds of women employees in attendance.
I was awestruck at the smell of confidence, success, sophistication and strength.
sex becoming a commodity
before, it was sex for money, today it is sex for PBB…
yep, that’s right… there are now women who will exchange sex for a chance to be one of the contestants in Channel 2’s Pinoy Big Brother, well, at least one 17-year old exchanged her body for that chance…
PLDT: From dislike to hate
I have several bad experiences with PLDT services and worse encounters with PLDT customer service reps. I realize that a million words have been written about how much PLDT service sucks but I really dont mind if this post somehow just gets lost in all the that negativity. After all, sometimes there is just a need to rant.
the good samaritan
when was the last time have you been a good samaritan and helped a complete stranger — whether it be an old lady trying to cross a street, a blind person asking for directions, or helped a hobbled person down a long flight of stairs — only finding out sometime later that you have been conned??
in this episode of the The Real Hustle, The Good Samaritan, it shows how an unsuspecting samaritan can be scammed out of his wristwatch simply because he was asked to help…
This time I worth the cent
“Pre, narining mo na ba ang kantang ‘Tatsulok’ ni Bamboo?” tanong ko dun sa isang matalik kong kaibigan sa skype…
“Hindi pa, ano yun?” pabalik nyang tanong sa akin…
So pinadala ko na lang yung link ng website ni Bamboo para nya marinig…
“Hindi ko makita…” balik nya sa king pagkaraan ng ilang minuto… “ano ba nilalaman nun?”
“Makabayan dre yung kanta, narinig ko lang sa magic 89.9 at nakarelate ako agad…” balik ko sa kanya. Natutuwa lang siguro ako dahil magaling ang marketing ni Bamboo sa isang makabayang kanta…
Post-Valentine Frustration: A Checklist
I have spent the past three days thinking, or maybe even realizing, that the guys I always manage to attract are a bunch of utter fucks who are horny, good-for-nothing jerks. Thank you, fat, for blessing me with a generous pair of tits, although it’s such a pain dragging my heavy ass to the nearest mall just to find a fitting bra. Thank you, vocal chords, for giving me that sexy, just-woke-up, breathy bedroom voice, although I have to tie down some guys’ peanuts just for me to be able to talk with them properly. Thank you, mind, for being open and retarded enough to tolerate the topic that guys always bring up after they ask for my NASL. Thank you, thank you.
A few months and I’m gonna hit my twenteen’s already. I don’t really dwell on that fact much because I believe that we’re only just as old as we want to be. In my case, I’m only 10 years old. Although when I was in Singapore last year(I spent Valentine’s in Singapore, so no date for me), some people contested my age and argued that I was only 12, and that I should be entitled to a children’s discount. Not bad at all, I guess.
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Signs of retirement for Pacquiao…….
He become a symbol of a struggling country, poverty and hunger forged and mastered the fist of legend that he has…..a gift that came from depths of despair. Skilled in the four corners of the ring, with a power no asian can matched he truly was an art made for the gods to watch. A war cry that hauls his countrymen from the pit of darkness that devours sanity…..he was really a champion for his people.
Power and strength to fame and fortune, rags to riches to crown and glory. Sweet as honey good till the last drop.
Now signs of witheredness, a smell of crookedness is in a swift and organize way. Although was cloaked with such perfection and armed with blinding light but the eyes of a lucid can see clearly where it is going.
His proclamation of running for a position in the congress is one of the signs to end his glorious road as a modern gladiator. People can just watch with awfulness from afar while he battles his way for the seat of the sinners and liars, not to punish these self declared immortal from the law but to be one of them, sit with them and dine with them. Maybe this is his mindset after having such immense recognition and we can see it unravel day-by-day, truth unfolding our very eyes.
He had a ticket.
But a champion fades………..and a champion………….falls.
