My two cents” (2¢) and its longer version “put my two cents in” is an American idiomatic expression, taken from the original English idiom expression: to put in “my two pennies worth” or “my tuppence worth.” It is used to preface the tentative stating of one’s opinion. By deprecating the opinion to follow — suggesting its value is only two cents, a very small amount — the user of the phrase hopes to lessen the impact of a possibly contentious statement, showing politeness and humility. However, it is also sometimes used with irony when expressing a strongly felt opinion. (From Wikipedia.Org)

Here’s a little something about me:

I rarely talk when I was young. My grade school teacher even told my mom that I need professional help, because I was too shy and anti-social. I had friends, five actually. Five kids that are exactly like me: quiet, timid, and afraid to walk out of the shell.

It was during high school that I learned how to fight. I was bullied by a group of dorks during my froshie year, and it was in my sophomore year that I got even. The bitch in me loved that and didn’t want to stop at this new-found power. From then on, the once-shy-and-timid girl turned out to be the strong-willed-feisty lady who defends kids from bullies. Yes, I became the bully of bullies. It was also my high school years that I learned all about life. My first failed grade, first Marlboro lights stick, first time to actually play billiards, first kiss, first boyfriend, first girlfriend, first love. I was at the top of the game. My first love, football, loved me back in an immensely overwhelming way. That was, the best period of my life (to date).

It was during my transition to college that my family hit a major bump on the road. My dad, our pillar of strength, had a heart attack-stroke combination. He fell ill, half-paralyzed. I had no choice but to leave UST and transfer to another school, a school that I have never heard of. My first day in college was a total nightmare. My classmates, 90% of them came from far flung regions of the country, gave me Goosebumps. I was shocked. One of them hasn’t seen a mall in her entire life. I believe my seatmate have no idea what a toothbrush is, because she had the most intense garlicky breath I have ever encountered. I was depressed, I felt very bad. I drag my sorry ass every single day to school thinking what I could have done to deserve such.

Then, my worst fear came to life. My dad died, leaving me completely broken. I was a daddy’s girl, and at that time I didn’t know what direction I’ll go. I was so lost. I decided to transfer to another school, a catholic school near Rizal Park to fulfill my promise to him, that I’ll be what he wanted himself to be. I took up Civil Engineering seriously this time, dedicating my every success to my dad. Shortly after transferring, I became president of the Central Student Government, played the game well, and finished the course just fine.

All those things led me to who I am now: a strong-willed, hard-working corporate slave. Blogging my thoughts takes me to a more balanced state, brings the inner bitch into life. my colorful life unfold in this blog, or my inner bitch’s life, or…errr…whatever.

I am the type of person who has an opinion on everything. EVERYTHING. From local to international politics, showbiz, sports, matters of the heart, local government, transportation sector, even my housekeeper’s love life.

My blog contains all of my opinions, regardless of the topic. These are mere opinions of a typical Filipina (Pinay) on things that I read, see, watch, feel, taste, etcetera etcetera. This also contains my joys and sorrows, hardships, triumphs, hell even my love life.

I may be harsh at times, but I’m just giving my two cents.




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