Paul Thompson

Is Pay for view worth it?

By Paul Thompson | November 24, 2009 | 16

When pigs fly, could be my answer to that question. Sunday 15 November, I sat down to watch the Pacquiao Cotto fight, l phoned Dream Satellite and booked the big event well in advance. I asked “What time does the main event starts here in the Philippines?” “8am sir”, the tiny voice responded to my inquiry. I’m thinking that can’t be right, as the fight is in Las Vegas, in a different time zone from…

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I’m still not Him (Continued from Last week)

By Paul Thompson | November 17, 2009 | 7

Five years, copious amounts of money, many trip into Mega Manila, and I receive my big yellow ACR card with my picture on it back in 2001. I’m a self satisfied man, the stars are in the heavens were aligned and all in the world is well. Hell no, the next year they change to the “I” card and I start again! All the paperworks are lost in Manila, so no card shows up in…

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I’m Still Not Him, circa 2001

By Paul Thompson | November 10, 2009 | 18

This is to prove that even I had trouble getting my ACR card. Last week I told you about how I had to prove I was me to the U.S. Government, the time before that in 2001, I had to prove to the Philippine Government that I’m not him. This time I go to Manila because I had to finish up the paperwork’s on my application, for a permanent ACR, this was a few years…

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Yes I’m Alive, I Think!

By Paul Thompson | November 3, 2009 | 25

Why? (One could ask!) Would any human being desire a trip to Mega Manila? I’d sooner drive a Peterbilt 18 wheeler through New York City at 5pm rush hour, or accept a sharp stick in my eye, so I hired a driver! Four hours from my house in Dinalupihan Bataan to the Philippine Capital or NCR.  What does the “MEGA” in Mega Manila mean? (Oh, I know, mega problems), the reason for the trip was…

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They’re Only Seven Once

By Paul Thompson | October 27, 2009 | 36

Why is the seventh birthday so important? I’ll never fully understand the why of it, and I decided to be quite and go along with. It’s Mid September sitting at my kitchen, and those discussing the planned party are, 1 Great Grandmother, 2 Grandmothers, 1 Mother, 1 Grand Daughter (soon to be seven) Plus 1 Father, and not to be left out, me the Grandfather. (In the dining room and living room, were assorted Aunts, Uncles…

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The Water Tester

By Paul Thompson | October 20, 2009 | 27

Knock, Knock, the gate I hear one day, as I had ripped out the doorbell the first week in my new house, after discovering school children liked it more than me. At the gate was a well dressed young man with a clipboard and a cardboard box. He explained that he was from the municipality and was there to test my water. I found that a tad odd as the area I live in has…

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