Year MMX is here!

Today is January First, Year 2010. Thank God, I've crossed over into the new decade.
Looking back to the outgoing year, I may say it was fine. Apart from regular work, I was invited to participate in a number of professional seminars, training and workgroups: I do appreciate when a peer values my potential.

My year was also full of pomp and ceremony where colleagues, friends and relatives were getting married, were being confirmed etc.

There was an event, though, that could have easily gone terribly wrong. We do read in papers and hear news about armed robbery, and we do not give it much thought-it never occurs to us that such an occurence can happen to us. Well, this time I was caught in the scene of armed roberry. It was early evening when a group of young men--not wearing any face masks, one brandishing a gun, hollered an order for everyone to lie on the floor. They then went from person to person cleaning their pockets of wallets and cellphones. About ten revelers we were, neither of us as much as cleared his throat. They then dashed to a car opposite to the tavern we were. The event must have taken not much longer than three minutes but to me seemed like one hour. They made away with my two cellphones and a wallet that had some money inside, but also my other IDs.

On the international arena, I was saddened by the passing away of my hero, Michael Jackson. I was also saddened by a large pack of human beings rubbering my hero, Tiger Woods to the extent of shooting him down from his deserved, comfortable perch. With Woods it will come to pass and he'll soon be swinging those irons and stringing birdies.

Then there is Barack Obama being elected the US President. Towards the end of counting when the outcome was all to obvious--I was watching it all on CNN on a TV in a hotel room --I got so excited I could feel hair behind my neck standing.

Then there was my super-heroine, Whitney Houston comeback: I'd known all along it was not all over for her, so her "re-debut" was my wish come true, and I wish her all the best. Same goes for Donna Summer, my disco queen.

Tiger Woods undesirable publicity

They went for the story like a hungry pack of stray dogs would go for a rotting turkey. They barked and whinned, they bayed. Press, that is.

Tiger woods must have been, and still is (and will continue to be, likely) an enigma, something you cannot decipher with commonplace science, religion maybe, only an average paparazzi is a non-believer. So when this thanksgiving-day accident met this hero, they loved it: talk about Delilah discovering where Samson's strength arose from!

I, however, am taken aback, looking at the man, Tiger, a black person, a successful one at that. Sooner or later a scandal had to come, looking back at the long list of celebrities like Tyson, Jackson, Vick, Brown, Simpson, (Marion) Jones. I choose do doubt all I hear for some reasons. One, Tiger is like a goldfish in a glass bowl, he's a popular public figure. If there was anything even remotely resembling what is being written about, then the whole world of scribe is asleep most of times until accidentally awakened by an suv hitting a fire hydrant. Two, these girls are gold diggers. I can easily picture something innocent-looking going to him requesting for his auto, "No, do me a tattoo, i got the pen and all, let's do it in your room, you can't do it here on the poolside with everyone watching....giggle..."; off they go, it takes a minute, cellphone camera of gold digger has incriminating evidence ("been in tiger's lair, i can show you!").

Going by the comments on online news, fact that Mr Woods had a white wife fuelled the fires of the scandal. I am of the opinion that if he carries on with life as usual the whole excitement will die out and whoever wrote something stupid would wish they didn't in the first place.