Sunday, September 10, 2006 is one special day. It’s the christening date of my latest goddaughter, Lynsey Badilla (anak ni Ferdie)…
This precious little child is one lucky babe for she got a very “delicious” looking ninong. Welcome to the astonishing world of Christian living sweetie! May the angels protect you and sadness forgets you…
A hugely successful TV program ‘Ally McBeal’ was shown on RPN 9 channel in year 2000. I can still remember rushing out from the office to go home for me to catch the show.
Ally McBeal (played by Calista Flockhart) is a lawyer blessed and cursed with friends and officemates that works in a law firm with unisex comfort room. She is a woman with overly active imagination, an extreme emotional instability and a seemingly perpetual unmarried life.
My most memorable episode on this TV show was when her childhood sweetheart (but already married and never got over with), also-a-lawyer-colleague and officemate Billy Thomas died. He passed away while being with Ally litigating a case inside a courtroom. I still remember when Ally cried, I cried along with her (commercial break na umiiyak pa rin ako!)
What I love most about the program are its bittersweet endings on each episode. It’s usually, Ally or the other characters wandering on the street on his or her way home after learning a little piece of wisdom from the failures and disappointments of an adult life. It confirms and conveys that living a life does not always mean that things or events will happen the way we want it.
I miss the show because I can actually relate easily well with Ally and the other characters. Not because I’m close to being loony but because of the pursuits a single person is faced with in life. This fantabulous TV program may have ended a long time ago but one thing is quite sure… on this earth, Ally never stopped searching for her soul. I miss it, I miss it, I miss it! It was a damn good show!
I am a juvenile member of Friendster. I can still recall my nieces Erika, Kim and Trisha constructing my profile last December 2004 at Nengkoy’s crib. I just modified it after a couple of months.
It’s disappointing to know that Friendster has been overtaken by MySpace in terms of registered membership. The last time I checked, MySpace has more than 54 million while Friendster only has 24 million members.
A bundle of people have shifted to MySpace because of its innovation and added media formats. MySpace provided more freedom to its users that such liberty is being abused by its members. That is why booty callers and social predators lurks and thrives in this site. This exploitation in Net Freedom has actually started to become a moral issue in the US. I’m convinced this network will be in big trouble sooner than it thought.
What I like about Friendster is its wholesomeness on trying to keep each profile clean. They can draw the line on what is abusive and what is socially acceptable.
I don’t want to sound so square and conventional because that is totally not me. But for this vulnerable social networking issue, controls must truly be imposed. So what if MySpace has more members? I won’t befriend all of them anyway… Zzzzz
Last Saturday (Aug 26) while playing ‘tong-its’ with Nengkoy and my sisters, we were watching the launching of Pinoy Dream Academy. The selected candidates were truly rare talents that still need a bunch of honing. Negkoy and my elder sister were hoping for Davey Langit to be chosen for he was a distant relative.
After watching, I am quite confident on my fearless forecast on who will bring home the wicked cabbage and be the first Pinoy Dreamer. She is none other than Rosita Bareng, the petite lady working in Dubai as a domestic helper. She will be the big winner. Why? Read on…
Though Rosita Bareng seems less than typical, there’s no diggity she will kick the asses of all the other trashy candidates.
The last time the Philippines placed as a first runner up was in 1999 Miss Universe beauty pageant. Pinoys will never forget the moment when Miriam Quiambao almost made it to the top.
This year, the Philippines again failed to be at the top. This occassion is not in the Miss Universe pageant or any other international beauty title. It is about being the Most Corrupt country in Asia. We loose to Indonesia!
Yes people! Philippines is the 2nd most corrupt country in whole Asia. I blame all the government officials and employees! They’re such a bunch of wimps!
They could have cheated and pocketed more money from the people! They could have received more bribes! They could have corrupted better! They could have scraped more cash out from the government’s money pot! Pinoys won’t mind. Pinoys have been experiencing this for the past 25 years or so. We must not allow any other country to be on top concerning this filthy reputation.
All government employees must and needs to undergo retraining so that next year we will be at the prime standing! A strict "fraudulent and dishonesty test" must be given to those entering the government. 2006 Nursing Board Exam cheaters can be exempted from this exam. They’re already qualified for high ranking position in the government.
The administration must ban those investigative TV programs showing the great corruption practices in the government. This inhibits these people to continue their cunning money making ventures like ‘kotong’, kickbacks,under-the-table-transactions and ‘local government 15/30 employees payroll scheme’.
We should never allow being just a second fiddle! The President must include this in her agenda. Now that she is gearing towards creating mega-metro-regions, there would be more funds to be stolen!
The Philippines will not be the Philippines without corruption! Next year, if the country won’t be selected as the most corrupt, I might start thinking of migrating to another country. Where? Maybe Indonesia!
Last Sunday (Aug 20), I bought the CD that every blogger in the Philippines has written or will be writing about. The ‘Kami nAPO Muna’ CD, a compilation of Apo Hiking Society’s songs as rendered by today’s hottest rock and pop bands in the country. I must admit, it is now the hippest thing to have and to listen to! It’s the cool songs that I grew up with. Listening to it is like having an awesome blast from the past blended with head banging fun and ass-kicking feeling!
However, I was a bit frustrated when producers missed to include a very endearing song ‘Huwag Masanay Sa Pagmamahal’ sang by Apo and Kuh Ledesma. This is the same song where Sharon Cuneta and Edu Manzano have some dialogues at the beginning playing husband and wife cursing each other. For me this is the rarest musical production done by Apo. This will also become one of the extraordinary moments in OPM industry for the years to come. Imagine in one cut having industry legends Kuh, the Apo, Edu and Sharon? Maybe the reason this was not included is because no one could top the imperative lineup of names when it was first recorded.
Nevertheless, Apo truly deserves a heartwarming tribute like this… as what Danny Javier says, "… Damhin nyo na lang ang puso"
With the present brouhaha on 2006 Philippine Nursing Licensure Exam leakage and cheating, Florence Nightingale must be fuming nuts and rolling in her grave! Due to this, I modified the Florence Nightingale Pledge which the 2006 nursing exam cheaters can use and review from time to time while practicing the profession. Here it goes…
I solemnly pledge myself before God and in the presence of this assembly, to pass my life in impurity and to malpractice my profession faithfully. I will in no way abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous, and will enjoy taking or stupidly administer any harmful drug.
I will do all in my power to destroy and lower the standard of my profession, and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all family affairs coming to my knowledge in the malpractice of my calling. No way will I endeavor to aid the physician in his work (let him do his crappy stuff), and detach myself to the welfare of those committed to my care.
Kudos to you big time cheaters! With the stigma brought about by this shame, I’m sure 2006 professional nurses will never land a job abroad. This scandal actually brought one advantage for the country. At least for now the Philippines will not experience the shortage of nurses.
Now we’re screwed!
Eating at Tandoor King in SM Mall of Asia and Bollywood Bistro Bar at Greenbelt 3 is a big treat. These restaurants serve one of my favorite breads!
Its mere appearance is not appetizing. It’s nothing but white. It looks like a disfigured puffy thick pizza without the toppings. Its bottom side is slightly brown in color that adds the smoky flavor. But when stuffed with melted cheese, you will forget your identity when you taste it.
An uncomplicated flat leavened bread from India, naan is made of white flour baked in tandoor oven. Prior to cooking, the dough needs a lot of spanking by bare hands and will be slapped on the walls of the oven. It should be eaten hot and fresh. May it be served in basket or on plate, I freakin’ adore it! It’s like Pinoy’s pandesal, it’s no good when cold or stale. If Pinoys plunge the pandesal in coffee, Europeans dip their biscuits in their tea and Americans dunk their cookies in their milk, Indians scoop their stews using naan.
I’m lovin’ it! Naan, a straightforward chow with superb surprise to the senses.
As I always admit, I do not go to church every Sunday. However, August 13, 2006 is a more complete Sunday since I was able to push myself to go to my favorite church.
Baclaran, Redemptorist Church for me is the place where I can clearly pray. I can still remember when I was in college that I went to Baclaran on some Wednesdays to recite and sing along the immaculate novena for the Mother of Perpetual Help. I even remember during my early childhood days playing at the aisle of this church and wonder how I could reach those colorful balloons at the church’s ceiling that have flown and skipped other children’s hands.
Surprisingly, every time I come in this place, I feel that my prayer is so complete. People who have gone to this place may say otherwise, but not for me. Other Catholics will admit that there are some churches where they can focus praying better than the one in Baclaran.
Moreover, going to Baclaran is a feat in itself. It’s like climbing Mount Banahaw (which, by the way, I already did). Why? It is because before you can reach the church, you need to penetrate the hoards of people coming in and going out of the church; those sampaguita vendors who would offer their merchandise right to your already oily face; those jeepneys calling and waiting for passengers since they are about to start their route may it be going to Monumento, Divisoria and Sta. Cruz in the north or to Alabang, Zapote and Bacoor in the south; those big black loud speakers playing songs from pirated CDs; those mini-colored TVs running pirated DVDs; those mouthwatering lechons (roasted pigs) for sale being displayed on the street; those carts cooking ‘isaw’ and ‘tokneneng’; those vendors barking aloud their various commodities for sale (curtains, posters of Phoebe Cates, graded eyeglasses, blouses, calculators, slippers, panties, fruits, bottles of ‘pamparegla’, and a lot more); plus other people with varying reasons why they are there. It is so surprising that as soon as you step in the gates of the church, all these mayhems seem suddenly gone. It’s suddenly calm and you would feel a sigh of relief. It’s like being home after a serious battle.
Maybe this is the reason why I love going to this church. It’s like being rewarded by reaching the House of God after passing through the tough hurdles in life.
Nengkoy 
