Ano ang Masasabi ko sa "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince?

It showed me a lot and yet it told me nothing.

battik baffled!

Paano Kung Ikaw si Pacman

Sabi nga ng ka-opisina ko sa pinost niyang picture with Manny Pacquiao sa kanyang Facebook account, "Manny makes the world go round."

Partly true nga siya kasi kung iisipin, yung entourage ni Manny ay maituturing na mini-world na especially umiikot sa kanya. Ikaw na ang maging multi-millionaire in dollar proportions! Tapos maski foreign personalities ay nagkakandarapa magpapicture with you at makipag-shake hands. Bongga ang buhay!

Naisip ko tuloy, paano kung maging kasing "laki" ako ni Manny? Mag-iispecial order din ba ako ng seedless grapes, tuna at Vit Water? O tuloy lang ako sa patae-tae lifestyle na kinagisnan ko. Iikot din ba ang mundo sa akin?

Parang ang hirap imagine-in...

There's Something About 30

The first company that hired me, spent its 30th anniversary a few months after I became part of its "family". Incidentally, the company that hired me recently is also celebrating its 30th year. I'm starting to think, there's something about thirty...and me.

I seem to enter these companies in the middle of their anniversary cacophony. But I don't mind. What better way to enter their worlds, right?

Besides, next year I'll be be thirty. Who knows what "something" awaits!

Confessions of a Financial Loser

There is nothing to confess really. Except that, I am a financial loser.

Both my siblings who are working earn extremely more than I do. All of my friends undoubtedly take home more cash than I do. And I have a feeling that all people who are my age and who have similar educational background as mine earn at least twice than I do.

As I've said I am a financial loser.

My savings is zilch. Other than a few peso bills I keep for luck (they include a lot of ten peso bills and a 500-peso bill with "flowers" beside their serial number, plus a hundred-peso bill with the UP centennial logo), I have nothing.

What I do have are debts. That thing my sister paid for me a year ago which I haven't paid back until now and that other plane ticket I am four months away from paying in full.

I do have credit cards with big credit limits. (I have a feeling these credit card companies are conspiring to get me into trouble.) I could go on an extravagant shopping spree with my plastic money! But what will be the point of a series of carefree swipes if my world crumbles at the sight of my credit card statement, right? So I refuse to indulge.

I don't know where my money goes every month. My hard-earned cash, gone without a trace. I'm quite sure it doesn't go to the so-called "social life" because as far as my schedule is concerned, I don't have the luxury of a social life. I am alarmingly behind with my "responsibilities" at home, too. I plea "guilty" to that. I should be crucified.

My brother said I should have a personal accountant who would attend to my "assets." But hiring one would most likely take away what-could-have-been-my-unaccounted-for-assets. Not good at all.

Sometimes, I think, I work for cab drivers. I rack my brain and strain my muscles (mostly my carpal muscles) for more than nine hours a day just so I would have something to pay cab drivers in exchange of the comfort of their cabs and the quick trips they provide. (I have learned to accept that in order for me to have extra time in my hands, I have to "buy" time. Sad thing is, it ain't cheap!)

I have no material investment, except for the low-class tripod I bought some years ago which I hardly use because the camera I consider mine decided to consistently malfunction. I rely on hand-me-downs, from the first cellphone I had, down to the one I am using now, they were all given to me. I could not very well afford one. What more that thing which has morphed into a need than a want for a struggling writer such as myself?

I cannot buy anything anymore. I am a financial loser. It's pathetic.

I sometimes feel that a lucky bet at the lottery is the only key to my "salvation".

Unless I win, I am a loser.

Ang Alamat ng Hot Brazilian Guy

Is he really Brazilian? I would not know for sure. I just see him, almost every morning, sporting his curly hair and the laid-back shirt and pants that drape his lean body, as if he were always on vacation in this country called the Philippines. I consider him as the closest walking person I'd ever see who'll resemble Jude Law. Thus the word "hot."

For quite a while he seems no where to be found. I assumed his visa here had expired and he decided to return to his homeland wherever that is.

But yesterday, just when I was absorbed in my everydays, in my usual trip from home to work, I saw him. The stranger I most fondly refer to as "hot Brazilian guy." I could not help but smile.

Here's the punchline though. A few minutes after checking in to fantasy land, thanks to hot Brazilian guy, reality hit me. In the head. Literally. And the bump left a hump. A tiny hump.