Typhoons and storms usually are named after a person,  so when typhoon ruby became typhoon hagupit, it struck me as rather unusual and a bit disconcerting. HAGUPIT in Pilipino language means stroke with a whip; thrashing; repeated strokes of a whip … This word hagupit, by itself, suggests fear and helplessness. Now, the question is why, of all available names, would they call it hagupit? Is there an occult agenda behind it?  Was it some kind of a subliminal suggestion? In “The Power of Suggestion: Subliminal Suggestion,” from The Black Science, by Haha Lung, and in part I quote:

Subliminal suggestion works best when attacking the viewer or listener on an emotional level rather than on a higher reasoning level. Evoking an emotional response via subliminal suggestion is called subception. 
The carriers of these subliminal messages can employ any number of words, symbols, or gestures purposely designed to penetrate into a person’s mind castle without his normal conscious “gatekeeper” recognizing them as dangerous and thus turning them away.” – See more at: http://theunboundedspirit.com/the-power-of-subliminal-suggestion/#sthash.2n1KSf9M.dpuf
I find this really disturbing. What are we up against? And who are the players? What more are we or will we be bracing ourselves for? Maybe I am just having a bout of paranoia. I really hope IT IS JUST paranoia. If not, then we are in big trouble.
Thousands of Filipinos fled their homes sharing a cramped evacuation center

       Note: photo taken from http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-30356298



Is gallantry lost? Many times I thought it is. But sometimes it surfaces out of the blue and it always, always makes me smile and of course, grateful to the gallant one. Just like this morning when I was on my way to the city inside a passenger bus which was already full. As I struggled with my bag and my awkward position standing on a small space between passenger seats, a young man seated nearby looked at me and said: Here, ma’am, you can have my seat. Wow. I mean, wow! I mean, for many occasions I have taken the bus, things like this does not happen most of the time. And it’s always a young and hillbilly sort of a man who is the gallant one. I never have experienced being offered a seat by a well-dressed yuppie.. Come to think of it, indeed not once.. which makes me wonder- really wonder if they don’t teach gallantry at school anymore or if fathers don’t teach their little boys character building stuff at all because that would be a good indicator of what kind of a role model a father is to his son.

But then, one can’t grossly accuse men for being inconsiderate or ungentlemanly. More than half of the women offered seats don’t know how to say thank you. And I’m equally appalled by that too. However, there is an exception. If you are commuting in Manila or in Quezon City (Philippines), most people there are courteous. Men easily give their seats to women and the women always are grateful.

Just sayin’.


I was riding with my brother-in-law to town to buy some grocery items.I know that he doesn’t like driving for me or anyone else (except his wife and daughter of course) but he has no choice. I can’t drive. (You know,I have this strong feeling that he made sure I can’t so he didn’t teach me how to drive although I asked him to a few times before.) And at this particular time, he was not in the mood. He was driving so fast, it was a relief to reach our destination without a scratch! I had this experience with him before and I opted not to react. Reacting would just allow him to vent his filthy mood and that won’t help in this already tense situation.

On our way home, I was relieved to notice that he was a bit cooled down. We even talked. Then I realized that I didn’t have my cellphone with me so I asked him to take me back to the store where I bought the last item. And he did.

Back in the car, he said, “You’re getting old. Are you sure you have everything? eyeglasses? wallet? your S-H-O-E-S?” Uh-oh! here we go again! For a while, I congratulated myself for not retaliating. Again, I opted not to react. But he just continued. Blah-blah-blah! So I asked him why he’s annoying me so much. And he said: “That’s the whole point”. That’s when I shouted at his face: BULLSHIT!
Boy,oh, boy! that was soooo intense! All my pent-up emotions in one powerful word! I didn’t know how he took it, and I didn’t care.

Again, we arrived at our destination without a scratch. Physically.

GEORGE CARLIN, the standup comedian: Irreverent but never irrelevant

George carlin

“George Denis Patrick Carlin (May 12, 1937 — June 22,2008) was an American stand-up comedian, social critic, satirist, actor, and writer/author who won five Grammy Awards for his comedy albums” quoted by BrainFeed.ca at youtube.com

George Carlin never fails to make me laugh. Every time I watch his shows on youtube, I always laugh, and even though I find his jokes irreverent most of the time,oh, but they are so relevant… and George definitely knows how to deliver them. I even find his dark humor amusing. Usually his shows are one hour+ long but watching and listening to him crack jokes the way he does, time just passes by unnoticed.

Why am I writing about George Carlin? Well, he makes me realize that life’s hurdles and hiccups and hitches are so common and KNOWING THAT, IS A GREAT RELIEF! So I don’t ask God “WHY ME?” every time a problem hits me. You see, hearing myself ask that question is so depressing— as if I own a whole lot of the world’s problems and no one else does.

Listening to George is a very effective way to divert my attention. Let’s say, I was irked by my brother’s abusive words and it made me mad– so mad that I wanted to “return the favor” but that would be going down to his level. Keeping my cool used to be a HUGE effort but now I know the easy (and enjoyable!) way.

Here’s a sample of George’s wicked wit:
“I like people who buck the system. Individualists. I often warn people: “Somewhere along the way, someone is going to tell you, ‘There is no “I” in team.’ What you should tell them is, ‘Maybe not. But there is an “I” in independence, individuality and integrity.'” Avoid teams at all cost. Keep your circle small. Never join a group that has a name. If they say, “We’re the So-and-Sos,” take a walk. And if, somehow, you must join, if it’s unavoidable, such as a union or a trade association, go ahead and join. But don’t participate; it will be your death. And if they tell you you’re not a team player, congratulate them on being observant.”

Here’s another one:
“I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, ‘Where’s the self-help section?’ She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.”

And another:

Isn’t it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do “practice”?”

I could go on and on but enough of it for now. So anyone there who needs to laugh at life instead of trying to fully understand it, go watch a George Carlin show on youtube.com.


I  remember the day I first came across the word chemtrails. I was looking for some photos of the sky and there was this photo of it that was crisscrossed with off-white trails. Curiosity piqued, I clicked on the link and it led me to this website at  http://www.aircrap.org  and from then on, I kept reading  and watching videos about chemtrails. Then I started to watch the sky above me. I even started taking pictures and videos of the sky using my cellphone (pathetic, huh?)  Not much of a recording I know, but it’s better than nothing.


I was a little obsessed with this topic/subject but the more I read, the more morbid my thoughts became. A sense of helplessness was emerging as I watched the sky above me streaked with off-white trails.  I remember thinking about sunsets getting brighter and spectacular these days. Now that I learned what made these strips of “clouds” so reflective of the colors of setting sun, I don’t enjoy watching sunsets  anymore.  My God, how can they NOT miss this place? Although not as heavily sprayed as compared to what I often see in google images, but nonetheless, we do have chemtrails everyday.

There’s got to be something to stop this madness! (I can’t find a word more precise to describe this geoengineered weather manipulation process.) Their “supposed” goal just doesn’t justify the means. If they say that they’re protecting humankind from effects of global warming but by spraying the sky with nano particulates that are harmful and could be fatal to both the environment and all that lives on it, I really don’t think the “goal” justifies the means. Pure madness. That’s what it is.

what’s this all about, mahreia?

A friend asked me this question: What’s this all about? This would be your 6th blog site (or is it 7th?) and you never really spent enough time on them.

Guilty as charged! But I assured her this one would be different.  I already have the topics to write about. After all, life’s hurdles,, hiccups and hitches are many. Or should I say abundant? Although my own hurdles would not necessarily be the same as yours, I am quite sure there are many of those who are experiencing the same situations as I have. And if you’re asking me if I will be offering some solutions to a particular problem, the answer is no. I am not an expert. If I was, I won’t be having this or that problem. Simple as that. What drives me then is the obvious: Talking or writing about it somehow eases the pain or angst, if you will, and it makes me think..

So, to my friend who asked me the question, there you have my answer..

And to you, my dear reader, Welcome to the Real World!