Shattering the Normalcy

Posted: February 8, 2017 in Uncategorized

It was a one month affair. One month of intense emotions. I went through it because it was just that, you had one month left. There was this tension between us and we were suddenly aware of the shortness of time that we had so we gave in. But it was a wonderful and unforgettable month-long tryst.  And there was love and hope that one day we would rekindle whatever we had.

So we stayed in touch. We always had stories for each other. What happened in Rome, in Germany, in Turkey then in China. Months turned to years. Seven years and counting now. It was friendly but filled with longing. We found our normalcy. Me here and you there. Separate lives. Friends.

Until you emailed those words. It broke my heart again. I stayed away and distant because I thought that was what you want. I wanted something more then but feared you might pull away if I say so. I’ve read the line over and over now.

“Secretly I’ve often hoped for a third (ours)”

You should have kept this thought a secret.


Ken Ham is exhausting

Posted: April 15, 2014 in Uncategorized


Hearing and watching Ken Ham debate Bill Nye is exhausting.

Two things:

1. Ken Ham should not be allowed in science debates because he does not debate- he quotes the bible. Creationism isn’t science just because it is written in the book someone believes in.

2. Bill Nye is awesome. “Nuff said.

Business Trips

Posted: October 31, 2013 in travel, Uncategorized
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September through October brought me to new and interesting places.


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From Seoul it was a thirteen hour flight to Moscow. Our first day consisted of being taken to  a very far Korean restaurant- then a hotel check in that took five hours. It was weird to see different guards stationed at every elevator hallway. They required us to present hotel room cards before we could go into the hallway and take the elevator to the room every time.

We were there for the Dental Expo and I made it a point to enjoy every part of the trip no matter how hard our days went by. We had to travel using the Metro to and from the exhibit hall for a total of two hours everyday. To enjoy this bit, I did people-watching. It was interesting to look at Russians and their manner in the Metro. Whilst Koreans could no be bothered and busy with the phones or gadgets, Russians have newspapers or books in hand. Most of them are doing what I was doing-Looking at the group of foreigners who could be Japanese or Chinese for all they know.

Business transactions and dealings inside the exhibit were hectic. The problem of having no translator and assuming all Russians spoke English was a clear mistake on our part. There were lost deals because of that. But I still managed to snag a few contracts here and there. The fact that there was a fashion show in front of our booth everyday and had those good looking Russian dudes made my stress more manageable.

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We spent the morning of our last day in Moscow touring the sights. The weather was damp and cold and the tour was disorganized. I hated that part. We weren’t allowed to leave the group and I was ready to give the tour guide a piece of my mind when my bosses told me we were leaving. Turned out I wasn’t the only one not enjoying the whole tour experience.

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From Moscow, we went straight to Ankara. I (or we) have a meeting with our distributor there. They wanted to talk to us regarding support- marketing and promotion that is. The whole travel to Turkey started with a lot of hassles. First, our flight was delayed. We had a connecting flight from Istanbul to Ankara and since we were running late, I almost rushed past the immigration officer who had to check my passport. Fortunately, he found the whole thing funny and he was smiling at me whilst giving the stamp on my passport. Then there’s the lost luggage. In Ankara, we waited for our bags for almost an hour but it there was no sign of it. When I asked the lost and found counter, we had to wait for another hour just so I can make a report for lost luggage. So without our bags, we had to go to the hotel on our own as our contact has already left. We were literally the only ones left in the airport except for customs official of course.

The next day, still without our baggage, we had breakfast and started with the endless meetings. It was a Saturday and we were hoping for a short meeting then maybe some rest. Turns out the series of meetings would start and would only be interrupted by our trip to the airport to claim our bags. Although it was three straight days of meetings with our Turkish distributor, they were kind enough to lavish us with delicious food. At the end of our trip I’ve had eaten so much meat and I was proclaiming to the world that I was going to be a vegetarian.

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Ankara is an old city and I so want to stay so that I could visit the recently discovered Roman artifacts which were all very interesting. This was the best part of the trip for me.


India was a shock for me. A good and not-so-good experience at the same time. At the airport, I was surprised at how many policemen were roaming around. It didn’t make me feel secure rather it was intimidating. Maybe it was their purpose, I can’t be sure. Then came the customs issue. We were held up there because we didn’t declare the products that we brought. Of course, we didn’t. I read their policy and decided we could just go by. The products and banners were for the exhibition. The customs official asked me to step out of the line and read the customs policy. I did. He seemed surprised that I then proceeded to reason with him. He didn’t ask us to pay for a huge penalty but I knew that I could at least handle it. So played the charm card. I asked him if it could be settled and we could pay a lower fee. That was what he was waiting. He asked for a hundred dollars, told me to go the policeman and talk to him. I instructed my boss to do it because I don’t want to be alone with any police officer any where. So it ended our customs issue.

Next I was surprised at how poor the infrastructure was. I was expecting something of a developed or at least a developing country. It was a mixture of old and new. New buildings next to a slum. The taxis were old, pay double and you’d get yourself an air conditioned one. The exhibition was successful as there were a lot of interest in our product. They were surprised to find a Korean company there where most of the competitors were Israeli implants.

Now, for the best part- the food. I love Indian food. Love the curry, love the spices. But one week of nothing but curry for breakfast, lunch and dinner wrecked havoc to my stomach. Maybe it was the spices, maybe it was too much food- I don’t know. But I’d still eat curry anytime.

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Posted: August 14, 2013 in Uncategorized

Interesting… Whose should I measure first?

Era of sex videos

Posted: August 14, 2013 in movies/showbiz, philippines

I just can’t help myself. I promised I wouldn’t comment on this topic but here I am.

Let’s start. This Chito sex tape is getting quite old. I’ve only seen it in the news a few days ago (cuz I rarely pay attention to Pinoy news). There’s apparently a video of their sexual encounter. Someone stole his hard drive and uploaded it online. Voila – they’re a news item. And he’s now got the police involved.

Okay. Comments, anyone?

1. The hard drive was stolen? Really? That’s so outdated. Ain’t that been done and used dozens of times before? Good marketing  and publicity tool I’d say. So who benefits? Is it Chito? But he’s already well-known. So his partner then – whatever her name is. See, it’s her. Cuz now people will know who she is. I still don’t know her. Heard from friends she’s some kind of artista. Not famous at the moment. Well, look at that huh? Goood timing!

2. Couples who make sex videos and complain when they go online are fools. Don’t they know the cardinal rule of the digital age? Everything is recorded and shared. Nothing is private. You don’t want this kind of scandal? Then don’t make one. Private you say? Stupid fools. What era is this?

3. Now you get the NBI involved. Seriously? Has the crime and corruption in the Philippines gotten down to a very low level that the police force has nothing better to do than investigate your mess-up?

I’ll shut up now.

Slooww day at work left me clicking through sites such as PEP. That site seems so quiet when Kris Aquino isn’t in the headlines. Which is how I like it. LOL.

But then their Sunshine Cruz article screams for attention. First of all, catchy title with the mention of rape. Marital Rape- for that matter. They are still married, right? Wait, they are separated but still married and it makes this case really confusing. They’re not living together but Cesar was able to get inside her house and raped her. But as you read on, you might find the reason for the debacle. Children. She’s complaining that Cesar has taken their three kids and that she misses them.

She’s still not getting an annulment though. After what she’s “been through”, she files a case for rape first. One case at a time, she said.

I don’t get it. She separates from her philandering, domineering and abusive husband and she doesn’t file for a divorce or annulment? Then she scream for rape when he won’t give her kids back? And why does everything have to be in the news? Sure they’re all “artistas” and such, but do they really have to blab about it in the press?

One day those kids will read those headlines. ‘Mom was raped, Dad was abusive’. What a nice family they got.

Understanding the Depressives

Posted: August 9, 2013 in Uncategorized

I touched the subject of depression quite a few times before. Once again I found myself writing about it. I had just read Stephen Fry’s disclosure of his suicide attempt. I also read Alistair Campbell’s commentary on Fry’s revelation. They both mentioned and tried to explain how and what depression is. It’s not something that one can overcome on one’s own. It is a disease and it afflicts people whatever your standing in life is. You may be surrounded by people who love you yet still have suicidal thoughts often. You may have everything in the world, yet deep inside there’s unexplained pain. Whenever I read about someone committing suicide I think to myself how agonizing they must be feeling to succumb to the thought. Suicide is the escape that the depressed has. It’s the way to stop the pain.

Those who do not suffer from this affliction may never understand. The depressed does not consciously choose to be down, melancholic or even in physical pain. It is there. We consciously fight to get rid of it. But it is there. A voice haunting from the inside.

I used we in sentence above. During my depression, I think of ways to end myself day in and day out. Sometimes those thoughts became so powerful and I would try. A neurologist diagnosing my migraine asked me if I was depressed. I answered I don’t know. Without my knowledge, he prescribed an anti-depressant which he hoped would help. It worked the opposite. My suicidal thoughts become more frequent and bolder. I even tried cutting myself. I haven’t tried any other medication for my depression after that. I am aware of clinics where I can go to if I feel that my depression is getting severe. I talk to my family and friends and open up about the issue. That way, if I do succumb to the pain, they will not be as surprised. Hurt, disappointed or betrayed -yes.

Stephen mentioned in the article that he’s okay when he’s writing or doing something. The same is true in my case. When I’m writing, I don’t think about it. Or if I do think about it – I write. About depression, about life or about anything. I just have to write.

So maybe that’s why I started writing again. 😦