The Problem with Leaders with Low Self-Esteem

“The problem with people of low esteem is that they cast strong people as villains. The crab culture in which the Philippines works is, after all, a culture of low self-esteem that is not surprising considering how people have largely been pawns to greater interests from the Spanish, the Catholic Church, the Americans, the Japanese briefly, and forever by their overbearing, corrupt, me-first dynastic landlords, warlords and archaic autocrats devoid of any compassion toward people beyond their dining room tables.

“The problem with people of low self-esteem is that they don’t see themselves very well. They are in a daily state of delusional denial. They think they are smart, and normal.

“So the President of the Philippines, who seems to me to be a degree beyond insecure and operating in a realm of applied vengeance, sees the US as a villain, laws as a villain, socio-economic health problems (drugs) as a villain, and any critic as a villain. Even if they make total sense and are of high character.”

Source: “Every Filipino for himself!!!”

Perhaps Georgeia deserves Courtney after all

Bachie has been my guilty pleasure lately, starting with the fourth season of Bachelor Australia, where previous Bachelorette AU contender Richie Strahan went on a (televised) quest to find The One, or at least a potential serious relationship, followed by this season’s Bachelorette, whereby Georgia Love of Tasmania goes on her own quest to finally meet someone she could have a serious relationship with.

georgia

On Day 1, my top contenders were Cameron, a firefighter from WA; sales professional Jake; and Clancy after shaving off his beard. As the season progressed, it became apparent who the top contenders would be and who were there just for publicity, namely catalog models Sam and Rhys, and what’s becoming more apparent, “Industrial Designer” Courtney, who actually has dabbled in TV presenting.

Thanks to the most kilig and romantic date that this season’s Bachelorette has seen and that kiss, everyone’s favourite guy became the sweet and gentlemanly Cameron, so it was really heartbreaking for many fans when Georgia didn’t give him a rose in favour of Courtney, who is not only reluctant to have a relationship with her, but is apparently not into her at all. I’m not a fan of his shirts, either, sorry.

How Georgia missed all the clues is mind-boggling, but to be fair to her, she isn’t the first person in the history of both reality TV and IRL to ever miss, if not entirely deny, the utter lack of interest in her of a love interest. It’s just that in the context of TV-land, it’s hard not to feel sorry for her and think that well, she deserves him if she chooses him in spite of all of his shortcomings.

Cameron and Georgeia
Cameron and Georgia

We will all miss Cam on TV, but if Twitter is anything to go by, his popularity amongst fans of the show makes him a potential next Bachelor. And whilst some are rejoicing that he is still single, many have even wildly joked about setting their houses on fire, especially now that the darling from WA is back on the job.

So as I’ve updated my list of contenders with Matty J, it’s good to know that he and Lee are in the final, if paparazzi reports are reliable.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please don’t start fires. It’s dangerous and arson is a criminal offence 🙂

UPDATE: Georgia has come to her senses!

The Cursed Child

 

Kindle Harry Potter and the Cursed ChildI finally got my hands on a Kindle copy of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, and just like all other titles in the series, this book is really difficult to put down even when it’s written in a different format, a stage play.

The story happens 19 years after the defeat of Voldemort. Harry is now working for the Ministry of Magic and raising three children. Meanwhile, his eldest son, Albus, has been accepted at Hogwarts, but finds himself getting sorted into an unexpected house and surprisingly befriends the last student people expect him to get along with: Scorpius, the son of Harry’s school nemesis, Draco Malfoy.  (more…)

HBF Run for a Reason, My First Race in Perth

 

I finally joined my first race in Perth last Sunday at the HBF Run for a Reason 2016. Like most running events everywhere else, this race/fun run supports various charities, and runners had the option to directly donate to specific groups of their choice or set up their own campaigns.

Since I have only been running on and off in the past 10 months and that I wasn’t familiar with how running events were held in Perth, it was starkly different experience from the races that I joined almost weekly in 2014 and 2015. While I was able to put in a few KMs of running prior to our wedding, it was still a shame that I didn’t run as much in spite of the fact that Perth has been designed as if to encourage running, thanks to the miles of bike and foot paths around the suburbs and the many parks that dot the city. So in order to stick to running, I decided to sign up for this year’s HBF event. It also happens that the race that the annual event that the insurance company sponsors is the largest one in the state.

So on the cold morning of 22nd of May, I hauled myself off to the starting line. As I had barely prepared for the race, the 4KM run surely was the only category that I knew I could complete. It was a stark contrast to last year, when a 10KM run was the shortest distance that I would run, and I even managed to complete a 21.8 KM event without much preparation.

I still had fun running with beginners, parents and their munchkins, moms and dads pushing prams, and few differently-abled participants. The idea was simply to keep moving and have fun in the process. In addition to running a different, more scenic and definitely not polluted route, the race was the coldest that I ran so far, as it was late autumn/early winter in the southern hemisphere. I don’t regret wearing two layers of clothing and boy was I glad for packing my 2XU compression pants!

The race started at the heart of the CBD and ended at a horserace track near the WA Cricket grounds. Similar to running events back in Manila, there were plenty of things for finishers to do after collecting their medals, including free photo sessions and mini contests for prizes. I love how organised the run was, especially since organisers even provided runners with free bus rides going back to CBD.

So yay to my first running event in Perth and I hope to collect more finisher’s medals and run longer distances in the future.

Sayonara, Manila!

purple bagsNearly 12 months of communicating mostly online, patiently waiting for school holidays to come around, and traveling thousands of miles to be together for just a few days, this is what it comes down to.

While the last three weeks have been absolutely stressful, thanks to having to deal with red tape and braving Christmas traffic to get from one point of Metro Manila to another (hello, Pasay to Kyusi in a day!) to run after certifications and official documents, I still count myself absolutely lucky to have the chance to be with The One and, upon learning that I was relocating, to be given by the mothership the opportunity to work in its main country. Things fell into place just when I was about to give up and embrace life-long singlehood (nothing wrong there, mind you!) or accept the prospect of working in the same city for the rest of my productive years.

And so after feeling like I’ve gone a decade older pleading with all sorts of powers-that-be to give me a piece of paper, sign statements or give me a clean bill of health, I’m flying tonight to be with my love. They say that luck is when preparedness meets opportunity, so I guess this is just as true in my case.

I wish I had the time to have a proper send-off party of sorts with friends or a nice dinner with my family, but the last few days have been a blur of rushing projects, completing presentations, attending meetings, gathering personal documents, and letting go of my most precious belongings. It was not at all easy to say “bye” to Voltron, my car of nearly 18 months and my fist big ticket purchase; to scramble for someone to take over my nearly new mattress because I wasn’t in the mood to give it to my landlord who refused to reimburse my two months’ worth of advance rent; to let go of the shoes, books, and clothes that would not fit into the 40-kilo limit the airline imposes on luggage; and to end my gym membership which has sustained me through tough times, that instead of tearing my hair like a mad woman, I would attend combat classes that encouraged me to throw imaginary punches at  phantom enemies while burning hundreds of calories in the process.

I have lost count of how many times I packed and repacked the precious few things that I could bring, but it has been a great exercise in letting go and focusing on what’s ahead. I decided to take with me only the clothes I see myself wearing a lot to work, runs, or strolls around the city and elsewhere. I packed my most precious bags and purses (read: mejo mahal), a few accessories, and a couple of books that might look nice on a library that I hope to rebuild in the future.

And so here I am waiting for the driver whose service my soon ex-boss lent to make sure that I would reach the airport on time safely. In this mad Christmas traffic made worse by the Metro Manila Film Fest parade, who knows how long it would take me to get to the airport which is not even that far from my now-former apartment.

I hardly had any sleep since last week, but nothing compares to the excitement of starting a new life with the love of my life. I have indeed been lucky.