Been there, done that

This morning, I got a message from my dear friend Ina, who asks why I haven’t written about the lovable Gucci Gang and their mindless minions.

Who am I to refuse if she asks so nicely?

Two Weeks’ Notice

The wife and I have been trying to get the little one to sleep at 10 for the past two weeks.

The problem is that we don’t always get home by then. If it’s not me needing to finish my writing before the day ends, it’s the wife. At first we tried to take some work home for the night, but we quickly figured out that taking work home should be reserved for special occasions.

Special occasions like Holy Week, for instance.

Let me make myself clear.

No matter what I say, I’m not marching on the 14th. Or on any other “Oust GMA” rally for that matter. I’m on the political fence on this one.

That being said, I believe that sitting on the political fence does not equate with not being disgusted at the state of corruption in government. It is, at the moment, a state of being disgusted with all sides – left, right, and center. At some point in this chess game called Philippine politics, they’ve all sold out to the highest bidder.

Growing. We do it every day.

I’ve been working for almost a month now and I miss being a bum with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. Part of it is because I work with some of the most mercurial personalities in the business – even when they taught me in law school they weren’t the friendliest people to begin with. It’s like sitting on a powder keg every single day.

Well, not really – but you do get the picture.

We’ve been here before, haven’t we?

I confess, I miss being able to sit on one side of a political fence. Not because I’ve lost all political opinion – I just think that the fence is the best place to be right now. The bulls are running and the people are mad.

Poker Faces

The team missed the final match of the national rounds last Saturday, mostly because we were drowning our sorrows. Despite our much better showing, it still wasn’t enough to score any points – the Jessup uses a winner-take-all system to decide who goes to Washington DC. To cut to the chase, the team’s inexperience was clear to the judges and we lost to better teams.

Fair enough.

Those results sure were a long time in coming. Before we got them the next day, we were in “limbo” – we weren’t competing on the final day and we had no idea why, exactly. The kids had stumbled in a few places, but not that badly as to produce a convincing loss. From that perspective there was nothing left to do but drown our sorrows in alcohol.

It’s not just about winning.

I was in Cebu last week as coach of the DLSU-FEU Consortium Jessup team. While it wasn’t exactly a vacation (really close to work, actually), it wasn’t as stressful as practice either. In short, we came, we did our thing, and we left. Not much else to say about it. What else can I say? Losing sucks.

Hello, we’re back… and we’re taking calls

I guess I’ve put off writing for a long time. It’s easy when you have excuses:

• I didn’t have a broadband connection.
• The broadband networks don’t install new lines in my building.
• The exchange boxes in my building are all rusted up.
• Globelines hates me.

Ad nauseam.

Actually, the first three statements are true. I swear to fuckin God.

Double Standards, My Ass

When the President pardoned the ex-convict Joseph Estrada, what stands for the center-left in this country raised its arms in furor. Within minutes, some went online and created websites dedicated to demanding the resignation of the President. To them, the moral recovery of the nation demands nothing less than the cathartic sight of a former President brought to prison cuffed and in prison garb. To do otherwise would reinforce in law the double standard in society for the high and mighty.

Bridgespotting

To break from the monotony of chores in which my batchmates and I have found ourselves stuck after some four-odd months of bar review, we found ourselves floating down the Pasig River on the new Pasig River ferry looking at Manila the way our ancestors probably did two centuries prior.

After all, the Filibuster does open on a barge on the Pasig River.