The school where I am working is an active member of this local collegiate league. This is something I never experienced back in college. I graduated from a university that is not known for sports or anything related to athletics. I became an avid supporter of the school’s basketball team maybe because I was deprived of this opportunity when I was way younger. Haha

Despite being an employee and a teacher to some of these athletes, I never had the chance to score free tickets. Yes, I swear to God and the heavens. I paid for all the basketball matches I’ve watched. I’m quite averse on begging for free tickets.  To begin with, I never had the connections and influence to secure these freebies. I may sound like a sore loser but I feel quite proud and thankful of my pathetic fate.  I don’t need to return any favour to anyone. I also believe that real supporters can be counted among those who willingly took time and shed some money for that ticket of support.

In all the games I watched, I can count the number of times we paid for the most coveted patron or VIP seat. If I’m not mistaken, we only purchased the most expensive ticket twice. We usually avail the lower to upper box tickets because of budget constraints and the fact that these expensive seats instantaneously become sold out. Despite the hefty price, there are people who are willing to pay. For the longest time, I thought that this was the rule of the business or make that, rule of the other game.

On the last game we watched, ticket sales were evidently low. The seats in the lower box area are screaming empty. It was a lousy game to our benefit. The opposing team was trailing more than 20 pts. As a result, my eyes and attention went out of the game. This made me notice the fully occupied patron section. How come? Stupid and too late for me to discover that the people seated in that most coveted area are VIPs.

I was more intrigued to discover that in the case of basketball games, VIPs are not the officials and sponsors of the league. VIPs are defined as wives, illegal wives, official girlfriends, secret girlfriends, happy and gay supporters of the players and the coaching staff everyone is routing for. In the end, my eyes were treated to a feast of intrigues, gossips and all those open secrets I never knew.

While I listen to my companion’s story, I was able to form my list of observations.

1. Most are females and members of the happy and gay. I can count MEN seated in the area.

2. The females wear the shortest shorts, tiniest skirts, skimpiest tops … only to keep them pulling and fixing their outfits from time to time. Are you showing skin or not? I don’t know if they realise that they are in a fully air conditioned venue that also houses health related viruses.

3. Most of the females have the fairest skin worthy of a Ponds’ commercial. So this concludes that even though I can afford the ticket, I should prepare myself for possible denial of entry.

4.  The females are displaying either humongous Samsung phones or the latest selfish model of an iPhone. I own a Samsung but not in the likes of the  Note and S series. Again, I’m denied of entrance.

5. They have really expensive bags. I can see a parade of Prada and LV. So again, this can deny me of entry in the VIP section.

In the end I conclude that even though I have the money that can afford the ticket, I have to pass the listed rigorous requirements.

But more than passing the listed qualifications, I have to first acquire the status of this game’s VIP.


Days after publishing this post, I encountered this tweet from one of the league’s officials


Oh well, season pass should have been the title of this post. My mistake of calling them VIPs. It should have been SEASON PASS HOLDERS

New Journey Series : Life will get better

The year is about to end and I haven’t produce any update for this self-imposed blogging series. I’m on a week long vacation. There are still two working days left for next week. I’m expected to report but I’m feeling quite lazy and my wallet is already screaming empty. Then I remember that I have a very kind boss and a bucket of unused vacation leave credits. Obviously, the best thing to do is to rip off the leave credits before it becomes forfeited and take advantage of the kindest boss who is already on vacation. Haha

Going back to the main reason why I wrote this post, I need to document and update myself on my current struggle. Settling the pile of credit card bills and rebuilding my savings account.

After availing of the balance transfer program, I have been religiously paying my pending bills through installment. I was starting good late last year until early this year. Unfortunately, my low EQ attacked me again. I broke my promise of no longer using the evil rectangular plastic device. I gave in to the temptation of becoming Rebecca Bloomwood again. I used the cards for some personal shopping and accumulated a small pile of unpaid purchases. To my defense, the unpaid balances are still manageable. My upcoming 13th month pay can still cover up. (I hope so) Added to this the “hate” purchase I made in the middle of the year. I got pissed off with my less than a year old Sony Xperia. I sold the phone to my friend M and purchase a more expensive Samsung phone using again the evil device. I availed of the card’s installment and deferred program. So as of date, I’m not paying the phone until next year.

I guess another reason that gave me the courage to change my phone is the pending freelance client. I’m about to collect a professional fee that can pay almost half of the phone’s price. Hopefully, client will pay me before next year. I pray that client is not another swindler.. like my colleague and relative who committed professional estafa against me. Bless them Dear God! Share to them the experience of being in my pathetic shoes.

Before the year ends, I’m about to turn 30 and this adds up to the pressure of finally fixing my life. Whenever I check my Facebook account, I always feel a jumble of emotions from being happy, envious and pathetic. I feel a sense of happiness whenever I see great news from my friends sharing their success stories. More often than not what I see are photo uploads of engagement rings, wedding rites, pregnancy confirmation, trips abroad, promotion, and all those milestones of happiness. When I look at myself, the dominant image I see are frustrations, dwindling self-esteem, weight gain problems, financial concerns and all those negativities. Sure enough, I will not be able to celebrate my 30th debt free and worry free. I have to literally and figuratively pay for everything. In my last count, I will be able to settle everything when I reach the age of 33. Whew!

But I’m holding on, I’m not giving up. I will work hard and look forward on the day when I can finally close this series. Life will get better!

Weekly Photo Challenge : Horizon


The infinite clear blue sky, endless sea, and the unending mountain ranges are the best ways to depict a horizon.

The photo was taken in Coron Palawan, one of the 7,107 islands that comprise the Philippines. I went here last summer with a few colleagues. I fell in love with nature again. If I will tour a non-Filipino friend in my country, Palawan will definitely be on the list.

Moving on

A few days ago, I was attacked by my unexplained sadness brought about by my self-diagnosed quarter life crisis. At that point, all I wanted was solitary confinement. I wanted to leave work, imprison myself in my room and weep for as long as I can.

I was tempted to skip work the next morning. I tried my best to fight the temptation. With a heavy heart, I dragged myself to wake up and report for work. True enough, my little form of bravery paid off. Yesterday was way better! I was able to accomplish an unexpected task. It was one of those instances when my much needed self-esteem was given a drop of boost.

Before I went home, a friend went home with me. We dropped by the grocery and treated me for dinner.

Thank you for a better day. I’m all tired but everything was so worth it. I’ve survived another attack of quarter life crisis again.


This is just one of those days I want to end and forget. I’m stuck in the middle of a typical working day. No annoying colleagues, no encounters with superiors blessed with superiority complex… everything is actually fine. This is just another day when the problem arises from my self-imposed insecurity and quarter life crisis that is.

Sigh… the immature person in me wants to confine myself at home, weep, sleep and wake up in the hope of a better day.