Hey, what’s up?
If you’re asking how I’m holding up—I’m still alive, breathing.
First off, my lungs are finally calling a temporary truce. I’m no longer hacking up a lung every few seconds like last week. The trick was a tag-team of modern medicine and old-school remedies. After finishing antibiotics, I started pouring turmeric powder into hot water and drink it up. Turns out, that bright yellow spice really works—it’s dragged up a horrifying amount of phlegm from deep in my chest. It’s gross, but out is better than in. My chest no longer feels like a clogged vacuum, so I’m calling that a win.
In global chaos news: just hours ago, Lula officially reclaimed the presidency in Brazil, ousting another Bolsonaro. The best part wasn’t the political outcome—it was watching those insufferable crypto bros on Polymarket get wiped out. Seeing self-proclaimed "prediction market geniuses" lose their shirts betting digital fun-money on the wrong autocrat is a rare kind of satisfaction. Watching degens burn play-money on political hubris is my new favorite spectator sport. Better luck next time, boys; maybe stick to losing it all on dog coins instead of foreign elections.
On my end, I’m finishing the script for my next YouTube video, a mystery. The goal is to record it by tomorrow, then grind through the soul-crushing editing phase. Realistically, it’ll drop just after Undas. My Substack is officially returning from Undas hibernation on November 7th. This will include NBA predictions.
My WordPress won't resume until November 11 (topic undecided as of now) and the recent submission in Tally.so form disgusted me -- I cannot tolerate suspicious, amateur news outlets, especially for a guy who is a fantard of neither ABS nor GMA.
Finally, let’s address the cultural dumpster fire that is local television. Pinoy Big Brother is back with its usual nonsense, and unsurprisingly, the disappointment is as predictable as taxes. They’re entering their third "Collab" season on GMA—not Celeb this time—and they’re not even hiding the strings anymore. Remember when PBB was supposed to be about "ordinary people" from different walks of life locked in a house together? What happened to the auditions?
Now it’s just a glorified networking mixer for network talents, desperate content creators, and washed-up former K-pop starlets needing quick career CPR. The "scripted" allegations are at an all-time high, and honestly, the show’s stopped trying to fight them. They’ve fully embraced the circus. And it's been a long time -- not even the Bahay ni Kuya makeover that ended up becoming like Angel's Burger or a lotto outlet.
But do I really care? Not much. Stepping back, it’s clear anything bearing ABS-CBN’s logo has plunged into full-blown operational decay since losing its franchise, scrambling desperately for profit. When survival is key, artistic integrity and genuine reality TV and game shows are the first victims sacrificed to the bottom line. It’s ugly, shameless, but hey—that’s showbiz!
Anyway, that’s where my mind is today. Hope things are a bit less chaotic on your end in the last workweek before Undas traffic hits.
Catch you later.
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