What Else Can I Say

While waiting for the elevator in a major high rise building in Makati, I noticed this sign.

What else can I say?
The sign says it all ...

Haaaaaaaaaaaaay naku.
Wowwww Philippines.

Nakamamatay

I often pass this sign at a major road junction . It says "Walang Tawiran - Nakamamatay" (No Crossing - It Can Cause Death) ...

I have wondered whether that means that the authorities are concerned about me and the possibility that somehow something might happen to me if I tried to cross the street through a phalanx of cars that are hardly moving because the policeman allows buses and jeeps to stop wherever they want, allows cars to double park and allows street vendors to take over half the street ...

OR - if that means that the same policeman blind to everyone elses' blatant violations would pick on me and shoot me if I tried to cross the street at that spot.

So, once while stuck in the predictable traffic at that junction , I actually asked the cop on duty. He looked at me, gave it some thought, shrugged his shoulders and walked away ...

Yikes - if he is unsure of the answer, then it becomes really scary.

My advice ... heed the sign.

They probably mean business - I mean heyyyyyy , the sign is colored pink. Wooooooooooooo - afraid ako ...

I Hibernated

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack ...
Ok ok ok ... I was away for more than a month.

I hibernated.
Or maybe I just withdrew from the world.

Among other things, I had this terrible "pain in the neck" that was really debilitating. I have been married to this pain for so long ... I should have known better. But I digress ...

Really I was just super busy. First - my office workload was incredible.

Then there was Halloween, and believe it or not - I was actually contracted to decorate houses... parang event organizer baga . Create a spooky halloween party atmosphere.

Then there was work again ....
More work.

Finally I realized that Christmas was just around the corner ...
and that I was dead broke.

So - I focused on making a little money.
Spent weekends in Divisoria to start a little "buy and sell" sideline.
Needed to pay bills and also needed to pay more bills.

Work, work, work ...
Dead tired in the evenings.
Writers block.
Panic attacks.

In the meantime ... I ate, ate, ate as I always do when I am stressed out.

So here I am ...
10 pounds heavier, stuck neck deep in debt and looking a rather bleak holiday season straight in the eye.
I need my stress outlet ... so there, I am ready to rant and rave again.

Stay tuned.