The (mas) kuripot 52-week money challenge: Earning 27k to 137k on barya

I have never been good at saving. Must give this one a try! 🙂

Minimum Compliance

A blog post from Kuripot Pinay on how someone can save almost Php 69,000 a year went viral on my Facebook wall today. The premise is simple: start the first week saving Php 50, and add the same amount every week for 52 weeks. At the end, a person will have Php 68,900.

Fifty pesos seems easy enough to keep weekly, but having to add fifty for 51 more weeks it means that every week from October onwards, you’d have to save at least Php 2,000 a week. Bigat!

So on one lazy January day last year, charts varsity Emerald Ridao came up with modified table, showing how much you’d save with a base amount of Php 20 to a maximum of Php 100. You know, for those who have scuttled under the poverty line after spending more than three thousand pesos on that Starbucks planner.

Saving Php 20, adding…

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The one who’s always there


Cheers to the night when I can’t sleep and you were available. You seem to know how to communicate to me in a quiet way like no one can do. To the realizations of 2013 and that life will never be the same each passing day. I sip the night away and you were okay with that. Not like the others who wanted and expected more from me. It’s okay to be melancholic around you, or happy, or crazy, or naked. You didn’t care and accepted me for who I am. My sweet cup of coffee… stay with me. Looking forward to more nights and realizations in between. Keep your silence, for my world crumbles up with thoughts that I can’t seem to control at times. I promise to keep this type of relationship with you. 🙂

I thank God for strangers


I went out of work after Christmas Eve. My mind was spinning around so many different things in each millisecond. To sum it up, I am overthinking again. I was so busy with my own thoughts I barely noticed a lady standing a few feet away from me. Then she said “Merry Christmas” with a big smile on her face. Good thing I was able to respond as soon as possible.

Then realization dawned on me, that strangers are wonderful. Always.

Her husband parked the car perfectly and went to her side. Kissed her. Though there wasn’t enough life for me to see them, I bet they are full of love for each other. They started walking the other way… and this was the photo I got. The lady in her black and white dress and her husband in red polo. They are having the nicest Christmas of their lives, hope you are too.

To my dear readers, Happy Holidays! More love to come!!!

Nov. 23 2013, saved the date in my head

Weekend on my toes, it felt 100% right. Until I was rushed to the ER.

Let me recall how it started. I just finished my 2nd bottle of San Mig Apple and starting my third one when I felt the need to pee. It was all a-okay. When I went back outside, I was able to utter a few lines from one of my favorite OPM songs “Hiling” by Paramita. Then I felt this sudden twist in my lower stomach. A shooting 30/10 of pain rushed through me. I excused myself again and tried to assess myself while walking towards the washroom. Forgive the term but I felt like I was on s*it hole. I am gonna pass out, I knew it, I heard stories of “this is how I felt before passing out” and it was completely it. “You have to let me in first, I am gonna pass out” I said to the guy before me. Which he did and I guess I scared him to death because the look on my face was really different.

I entered the bathroom, locked myself in. The lady I saw in the mirror was not me. I looked like Snow White rolled into sweat. I tried to gag thinking if I puke it would make me feel better. Wrong, didn’t help at all. Now it’s getting worse and I don’t have my bag with me. I can’t sit on the toilet, it’s not clean and the germs are all over! (Why am I so vain even when in pain!? Guess it’s natural). So I unlocked the door, asked for some tissue and said sorry to the guy who’s still waiting. I sat down and this is where the agony started. The excruciating pain was back, I am not sure it has something to do with my “period” but this was insane. This time I can no longer hold it. I can’t remember how long I was there but all I can see were my hands trembling from lack of oxygen. Then I heard my friends knock, they asked if I was okay and I answered “No, I am not”. Forgive me friends if I can’t open the door at that time, I tried but my left hand was too short and my energy level was at -0. After a few minutes, they were able to open to the door. Now I do not want to share the chaotic details of what happened inside. I am just thankful that my two girls, Ampy and Hilds were there with me. I knew the ABC’s (Airway, Breathing, Circulation) but just can’t move. I know in an emergency you have to unhook tight clothing etc. and give some air. I asked my friends to unhook my bra, fan me endlessly and all that. A few minutes passed and I really thought I was gonna be okay. BUT the pain never left. So I have no choice but to agree in having an ambulance transport me to the ER.

The doctor said its severe abdominal cramps but just to be sure I need to have a check up to rule out urinary stones. So there I go, hooked on an IV fluid and spent the rest of my stay laughing my heart out at the Emergency Room.

To all my friends who were there, you know who you are, thank you 🙂

ER Food



10 Choices You Will Regret in 10 Years

Sharing some good thoughts here and simply because I hate the phrase “if only”. 🙂


The phrase “If Only” is for those who hold fear more than faith, and who put more weight on excuses, than present blessings.

1.Wearing a mask to impress others. 

If the face you always show the world is a mask, someday there will be nothing beneath it.  Because when you spend too much time concentrating on everyone else’s perception of you, or who everyone else wants you to be, you eventually forget who you really are.  So don’t fear the judgments of others; you know in your heart who you are and what’s true to you.  You don’t have to be perfect to impress and inspire people.  Let them be impressed and inspired by how you deal with your imperfections.

2.Letting someone else create your dreams for you.

The greatest challenge in life is discovering who you are; the second greatest is being…

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