To those who don’t know yet, I have two lovely daughters. The older one is Kei and just turned seven last August 2. The younger of the two is Vhi and is 5 years old. Yesterday, Vhi cooked dinner for us - of course with the guidance of our house helper and my wife. She cooked one of my favorites - Adobong Sitaw. The benefit of letting Vhi cook this is that she ate it too. She doesn’t eat ’sitaw’ but this time she did just to prove to us that what she cooked tastes delicious. As an added bonus, Kei also ate the adobong sitaw gladly.
Good work Vhi!
I’ve seen thousands of online and I always hear myself asking in the back of my head, “Are these reviews for real?” Well, truth is, there are those that are fabricated and there are those that are genuine. But believe it or not, there are sites that provides real Owner Reviews and they are the ones that are worth reading.
Today’s a boring day for me. I just made $30 typing stuff and it’s pretty boring. 
Hahaha. Well, now that making money is no longer that tough, I find it pretty boring already. All it takes are ideas and such. Well, what else am I planning to do? I still have to go to the bank and do some transactions. Then perhaps watch a movie and get some relaxing for my good ol’ self.
Now, if only the rain would stop, everything would be better…
Oh by the way, if I were you, I would check out Transinnova. My site is hosted with these guys and they’re great!
Who said that sexiness is only for the slim and trim? I think being sexy is a matter of how you carry yourself - even if you’re supersized. I’ve met lots and lots of not-so-slim people who still manage to appear very attractive and sexy and they’ve proven to me and to the world that size doesn’t really matter. Some of them are my friends and some of these friends of mine tell stories unimaginable to the typical fat lady. I say typical because these people that I’m talking about are not typical at all. They’re out of this world sexy and they’re fat, supersized, plus-sized, whatever you want to call them!
I always hear them say, “Rule No. 1 - Think Big, Think Sexy.” You can call it mind over matter (or perhaps mind over fatter) but the point is, being sexy is a matter of choice. If you choose to be sexy then you can be sexy. If you choose to be typical, then you will be like that typical fat lady whose name is always mentioned in jokes in the bars. Get my point?
Take lingerie for example… It’s a matter of knowing where to find the correct Plus Size Lingerie and you’re set. Yes, Plus Size Lingerie exist and they exist for the strong-willed not-so-slim people who choose to be sexy. But it doesn’t stop with wearing these lingerie, you have to have the guts to wear them proudly. It’s the attitude that matters.
Well, I think I’ve said enough. And oh, for your information, I’m not a woman nor am I gay. I’m a solid rock man and I know when I see sexy and believe me, it’s beyond the size.
I wonder when online banking here in the Philippines will become real online banking… By that, I mean having the capability of having interbank transfers and the likes. As of now, only one bank supports that - Unionbank of the Philippines. However, the problem is that if you transfer funds to a different bank, the receiving bank imposes a charge. I find this charge that is imposed by the receiving bank to be totally silly. They got the money, why do they charge for it? Aside from Unionbank, I know of no other bank here in the Philippines that supports interbank transfers. Banking in the Philippines is too backward. If I need to move money from one bank to another, I will still have to travel to one bank to another and make the deposit myself - over the counter or via ATM. Still tiresome to do for a person like me who performs all my business online.
Anyway, I do hope that the Philippines catches up with this…
My mom and my stepfather went into the firearm selling business back in around 1996 and the business was good. Mostly, the clients are military and police people who filed a gun-loan at AFPSLAI. All that my mom and stepfather had to do was check if the loan was approved and AFPSLAI paid them in cash while the military and the police paid for their loans at AFPSLAI. It was a fast-moving, easy-going business. The fresh graduates of the Philippine Military Academy and the Philippine National Police were the ones who were most easily approved due to their ‘clean’ loaning history and good payslips. However, the good business had one serious problem - gun theft. There were no actual theft of the firearms that mom and stepdad had in storage because of the gun safes that they had.
Different types of gun safes are available to protect the firearms that we had used to had at hand. As we all know, guns are hot items and are prone to theft so having a vault to safely store them is always a great idea. It brings peace of mind almost immediately and brings that assuring feeling that no one is gonna hurt you with your own firearm.
In the end, all I can say is that if you handle firearms then do yourself a favor and get yourself one of these gun safes.
Oh yes, it’s been a hard day’s night and I’ve been working like a dog. It’s hard to make money nowadays. People are getting smarter and smarter and the competition is growing big. Making money now is no longer a matter of coming up with new ideas where people will gather in the local square to listen to your talk and buying your new invention. Today, it’s more of beating the competition. It’s more of who gets there first. Being second is just not acceptable. The world is big and yet we made it small. With the internet, this very post that I am writing right now will be instantly available to all of Earth’s netizens. And yet, no matter how small the virtual world is, it’s still big.
Ahhhh…. anyway, I have to go on so I can start working like a man and stop working like a dog.
Oh yes, it’s been a hard day’s night and I’ve been working like a dog. It’s hard to make money nowadays. People are getting smarter and smarter and the competition is growing big. Making money now is no longer a matter of coming up with new ideas where people will gather in the local square to listen to your talk and buying your new invention. Today, it’s more of beating the competition. It’s more of who gets there first. Being second is just not acceptable. The world is big and yet we made it small. With the internet, this very post that I am writing right now will be instantly available to all of Earth’s netizens. And yet, no matter how small the virtual world is, it’s still big.
Ahhhh…. anyway, I have to go on so I can start working like a man and stop working like a dog.
Ok, fasten your seatbelts. We’ll go back in time… The year is 1986, place Iloilo City, Philippines. My uncle was teaching me boxing instructing me the usual one-two punch tricks and the typical legwork. After a couple of weeks of intensive training, my uncle matched with another boy of the same age as me. I wore my boxing gloves and away I went.
One-two, one-two… I got hit in the face. One-two, one-two… I got him in the tummy. It was more of moving around our do-it-yourself boxing ring than hitting each other. Me and my opponent were still afraid. Afraid of getting hurt and afraid of getting scolded by our moms. The bell (actually, it was an ice cream bell), rang.
Round 2! One-two, one-two. This time, the desire to win was greater probably due to our coaches’ encouragements. One-two, one-two. I got him in the face. But he got me on my right side. It hurts but I have to go on. One-two, one-two, then I gave my opponent a fast One-two-three-four hitting him twice in the face, and once in hus tummy. The fourth punch didn’t go through but I knew I won. My opponent was crying.
Two rounds of pain and yet it was fun. The next day, me and my opponent were laughing at each other exchanging jokes again.
Ok, fasten your seatbelts. We’ll go back in time… The year is 1986, place Iloilo City, Philippines. My uncle was teaching me boxing instructing me the usual one-two punch tricks and the typical legwork. After a couple of weeks of intensive training, my uncle matched with another boy of the same age as me. I wore my boxing gloves and away I went.
One-two, one-two… I got hit in the face. One-two, one-two… I got him in the tummy. It was more of moving around our do-it-yourself boxing ring than hitting each other. Me and my opponent were still afraid. Afraid of getting hurt and afraid of getting scolded by our moms. The bell (actually, it was an ice cream bell), rang.
Round 2! One-two, one-two. This time, the desire to win was greater probably due to our coaches’ encouragements. One-two, one-two. I got him in the face. But he got me on my right side. It hurts but I have to go on. One-two, one-two, then I gave my opponent a fast One-two-three-four hitting him twice in the face, and once in hus tummy. The fourth punch didn’t go through but I knew I won. My opponent was crying.
Two rounds of pain and yet it was fun. The next day, me and my opponent were laughing at each other exchanging jokes again.
