Do You Know Her?
Take a girl from the province, plop her down in the middle of nowhere (five hours away from Davao on bus, lightyears away from everywhere), saddle her with a colorful imagination, hand her a man who worships the ground she walks on, give her two babies in five years, slap her with sinuses so enlarged you can pull a cement truck out of it, and give her more time than she knows what to do with. What do you get? The human equivalent of a Molotov cocktail… or, well, Achinette.
This blog is a chronicle of family life beset by disasters big and small. Read on as she wades into the family pool and comes face to face with thieving maids, junkfood embargoes, health scares, temperamental babies, war with the weighing scale, financial Chernobyl, fights over the remote control, and dinners served right out of the can.
This year, she takes on the wilderness and hopes she survives 2010 in a place with no Jollibee, McDonald’s, National Bookstore, or Watsons, and where stores regularly run out of Coca Cola. She hasn’t gone mad yet, but that is not to say she never will. Stay tuned.