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Philippine House Bill 1799: Divorce Bill

Due to the recent referendum conducted about divorce in Malta, the Philippine government has suddenly turned its attention to a proposed bill that has been gathering dust in the past year. House Bill 1799 , or the Divorce Bill , was filed in July 27, 2010 by the GABRIELA Women's Party. With Malta well on its way to legalize divorce, The Philippines will soon be the only country in the world which does not allow the breaking up of marriage in this manner. The question is how the lawmakers and the rest of the country will deal with HB 1799. I continue to be amazed by how Filipinos seem to be more aware of what is happening in the country and how we seek to be more informed about our laws - both proposed and existing. In my opinion, this can only lead to more good. Never mind that there will always be opposing sides. At least the people are starting to become more involved in the shaping of the country. As with the Reproductive Health Bill (RH Bill), which is arguably the hott

Hello, Makati Med

I dislike hospitals. I am not alone in this, I know, but I feel so stressed every time I enter a hospital. Never mind that the hospital is one of the best in the country - there is something about this kind of environment that makes every single nerve ending in my body scream out, as if in pain. It does not help that you actually see people suffering, making you feel as if you were the one in pain as well. And I am not exaggerating. I really do feel physically sick every time I visit a hospital. This past week, I have been in and out Makati Med to see my sister who had laparascopic surgery for her gall bladder yesterday. While we already had a similar experience - I had the same procedure last year - it was still a bit harrowing. After all, you never know what will happen when it comes to surgery. It's not like one goes in and out without being cut open like when you get body acne treatment . Worse, there were several incidents that made us feel very very uncomfortable (u

Still Addicted to Massage

I can't imagine going for more than two weeks without a massage. I think I might have gone longer than that, although it is rather unlikely. There is just something about having a massage that makes me feel better - inside and out. It's not just a self-indulgent habit, you know. Studies have long shown that massage is good for us - as long as the person giving you the massage knows what he or she is doing. Honestly, if I could give myself a massage the way good masseuse(s?) do, I would take up a massage therapy program online. Then again, I don't know if I can stand having to exert all that pressure for more than a minute! So why is getting a massage good for you? It loosens up the tense muscles in your body. It releases endorphins that make you feel good. Did I already say it makes you feel good? The next time you find yourself getting crabby, consider getting a massage. It does wonders! Oh, and don't be embarrassed if you find yourself dozing off...

Of Taxes, Loans, and Insurance

As much as I try to stay away from responsibility, it seems hell bent to follow me wherever I go. I tried to organize my "adult duties" earlier this year by getting in touch with an accountant to take care of my taxes, loan, and insurance policies. It went well for a while, but there are some things that I have to do myself. I have always had medical insurance when I had a steady day job, but I haven't had one since I went became a professional naptaker - among many other things. We don't have very good social services (some basic things, but definitely not coverage such as Medicare part D plan ), and if you want decent coverage, you'll have to get a private policy. Just thinking about these things is making me dizzy again - which is why I found myself thinking of health insurance and the like in the first place. Being an adult is so complicated, but one can whine as much as one wants, right? ;)

Cutest Kids in the Planet

Yeah, I am biased. So what? :p Just wanted to share some more photos of my nephews Sam and Eli from my last visit. This 3-month old kiddo is a bundle of energy. I found this Chinese Pooh somewhere in Malaysia and immediately thought of Sam. Little did I know that he had a matching costume! Sam loves his ice cream.

Itching for a Road Trip

The summer is practically over, and I just realized that I haven't been to the beach! The last time I was able to enjoy the sun was in March, and while that was the beginning of summer, I have missed out in the past month (almost 2, actually). No wonder I am so itching to hit the road! During these times, I wish I could drive and that I had a car at my disposal. There is good old Harvey, of course, but my parents use him everyday. And while I know Dad takes good care of the truck, I am not sure it will not break down on me in the middle of the highway. Having to call a breakdown service when you're supposed to be enjoying the wind on your face is not my idea of fun. ;) But I will go. If I have to rent a car to get me to the nearest beach, I will go. Even if I have to take the bus, I will go. Now will the rains please stop when I do get my act together and hit the beach? Dreaming of this:

Kids and Getting Old

This weekend was one of the best I have had in a while - and rather surprisingly so. It is no secret that I don't go home to my parents' place regularly, and I don't stay for long. Last week, though, it was my cousin's wedding and my parents' wedding anniversary so I had a long weekend at home. I had a blast - it was busy but very relaxing. At the same time, I felt like I needed the best creatine supplements to keep up with all those kids! I didn't realize that I have so many nephews and nieces now! Is this what happens when you get older? You don't really feel time pass and then suddenly you look around and you have dozens of kids climbing on top of you wanting you to play with them every single minute! I am not complaining. It's actually a rather amazing and heartwarming feeling. With kids this cute, how can you can complain? With Sam and his baby brother Eli; relaxing at home. Silas and Sam wearing matching shirts. No, it wasn't intent

The "Death" of Il Pirata

Il Pirata used to be my favorite Italian restaurant in Eastwood. The place is rather pricey compared to the two other Italian restaurants back then, but at least I was sure to have good food and a relatively quiet environment. In the past months, though, it seemed that the quality has been going down the drains - not to mention the portion size. The other week, I went there for dinner, thinking that I would be in for a decent meal. I couldn't have been more wrong. This lasagna looks alright, but it tasted like cardboard that had been soaking for days. I think the dish was several days old! I ate about half, just because I didn't want to waste it, but I wouldn't wish it on anyone. This tuna carpaccio was even worse. It was a disaster, really. You can see by the color of the tuna that it was bad. At first I tried to rationalize it by saying that they squeezed lemon all over the fish - hence the weird color. But even the lemon could not mask the fact that the fish

National Bookstore Selling Books From Libraries?

Last weekend, I found myself in Greenbelt, a place which I hadn't visited in ages. The time spent there reminded me that it is good to get out of my cave every now and then. I did, however, meet a surprise when I went to National Bookstore. Of course, the first thing that caught my eye was the display in the middle: That takes me back to my days in university when I would go to the main National Bookstore in Cubao to scour an entire floor with books for 10 pesos (less than $0.50). When I took a closer look at the books on sale, though, I was truly horrified. See those tags on the spine? What do they remind you of? Take a closer look yourself. See the label "Free Library of Philadelphia"? I don't know, but if I had seen these labels on books in a library, I wouldn't be surprised. From grade school to high school to uni - school libraries always had books donated from American sources. The question that bugs me is why is National Bookstore selling these