The Wheel and Axle

History Unfolds

by on Mar.02, 2012, under Commentary

From my Facebook status update earlier:

As UP Babaylan gears towards celebrating its 20th anniversary later this year, it is but fitting that this year marks another historical milestone for the pioneering student LGBT organization in the country.

It is with great pride that I congratulate Heart Diño for becoming the first transgender woman to be elected as the Chairperson of UP Diliman’s University Student Council!

Progress may not always seem apparent in the fight for LGBT rights, but it is uplifting to know that the country’s top university is setting an example through the acknowledgment that it is not gender, sex, or sexual preference that matters in leadership – it is skill, capability, and strength of character.

There is hope after all.

I ♥ Change!

History in the Making

… and lest she be forgotten in all this flurry, Pat Bringas – current Punong-Babaylan – also landed a spot in the USC as a councilor. Pat, who is also a transgender woman, ranked second place in the race.

http://www.thepoc.net/thepoc-features/pinoy-lgbt/pinoy-lgbt-news/14990-miel-feria.html

With previous historical milestones such as the election of Perci Cendaña as the first gay USC chairperson in 1997 and Carmen Hinayon as the first transgender woman councilor in 2002, UP Babaylan continues to blaze the trail in the progression of LGBT rights – not just in the campus, but also in the nation.

This is the perfect way to begin the celebrations for UP Babaylan’s 20th year anniversary.

Proud to be Babaylanes.

Leave a Comment more...

Betty White: Ever Spunky

by on Feb.14, 2012, under Snark

Betty White in 2010

“Why do people say ‘grow some balls’? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding.”

- Betty White

Leave a Comment more...

Zsabongga, Zsabongga, Zsazsa-zsabongga!

by on Jan.26, 2012, under Books and Literature

*** Zzzssspoiler Alert, ‘Teh!***

Bonggalacious!

Finally, after almost a decade of waiting, fans get to see the sequel to Ang Kagila-gilalas na Pakikipagsapalaran ni Zsazsa Zaturnnah, the critically-acclaimed comic book by Carlo Vergara. Part one of Zsazsa Zaturnnah sa Kalakhang Maynila has finally arrived. The award-winning original two-part series spawned a compilation graphic novel, a long-running stage musical, a movie, and various merchandise. Fans have eagerly clamored for the buxom beauty’s return, and now that it’s here, it is worth the wait.

"500 Pesos: Echos Lang" - FTW!

Picking up from where the first book left off, Ada and Dodong head off to try their luck in Manila. They stay with Gwyneth, mentioned in passing in the first book and who seems to have a permanent case of PMS, especially when it comes to Dodong. Bitter Ocampo, isdatchu? When Ada and Dodong watch Gwyneth compete in a TV show contest for impersonators, a giant talking cockroach attacks the station, forcing Ada to once again summon his alter ego, Zaturnnah. Zaturnnah faces near-defeat until the resident yummy superhero, Ginoong Lakas, intervenes… and later on in the cliffhanger of the book, he offers Zaturnnah to be his partner in his war against crime.

Throughout this main storyline, plenty of subplots are threaded seamlessly. Dodong has found work in a car dealership, where world-class photographer Venusa Hawks shamelessly hits on him (who could blame Venusa?). We get to meet Soledad, Dodong’s ex-lover who causes Ada’s insecurities to surface. Ada himself is plagued by memories of his abusive ex-boyfriend Lester, also mentioned in the first book; in the process, Ada’s fears about what Dodong’s real intentions may be cause consternation. Meanwhile, Zaturnnah’s foray into the public consciousness has led to an offer by a TV station to be their contract star… while Mino Vakulao plots behind the scenes.

What makes this sequel work is how it builds on and expands the universe introduced in the original. Rather than just replicating the same thing, or perhaps going in the direction of nothing more than traditional superheroics, Sa Kalakhang Maynila explores the richness of this universe and works towards creating a complete mythology for Zaturnnah.

The two books interconnect deeply beyond just Ada/Zsazsa and Dodong, showing us how these books really form one great tapestry. We see, for example, previously referred-to characters like Gwyneth and Lester come to life. Ben Bolroco – possibly just a throwaway joke character in the original – returns with what looks to be a more pivotal role.

Whereas the first book basically had only four characters viewed from a broad canvas (Ada/Zsazsa, Didi, Dodong, Queen Femina) with the rest of the “named” cast acting largely as enablers (Aling Britney and the Amazonistas), here we see more characters being explored and, it would seem, fleshed out. Aside from giving more insight into Ada, the book keeps Dodong from being mere eye-candy (which he still is); he is now a real person… sort of like pre-Crisis Steve Trevor and post-Crisis Steve Trevor (“Hahahah.. Hah. ah… I guess she didn’t get it”). We see Gwyneth and how sharply he contrasts with the more amiable and jolly Didi; there seems to be an underlying story in Gwyneth that may be uncovered in the next two parts, and if so, it will be a very interesting one.

The other cast members introduced – and there are many – also get a lot of small character moments, a contrast to the original book’s limited supporting cast. We meet Ginoong Lakas, Mino Vakulao, Mino’s janitor, Soledad, Venusa Hawks, Ma and Pa, Tonio, and Manong Po… and the cover of Part 2 promises even more. It makes me want to propose actual collectible character cards for the Zaturnnah universe. Of course, we have to see all the costumes that Zaturnnah gets to use this time around; the card variants could be endless. I can already hear fans cry, “Action figures!” (Sign me up for the shirtless Dodong variant.)

The mythology being built in this book is really quite intriguing and makes you want to read more. Who is Ginoong Lakas? How do superheroes operate in this universe (the cover to the next book looks to explore this)?  Who is Vee – Mino Vakulao, Venusa Hawks, or someone else? – and how does he/she fit into Zaturnnah’s world? What’s up with Gwyneth – is there more to him than meets the eye? Heck, is he Vee?

Beyond the comic book fantasy, therein remains that fun and humor Zaturnnah is known for: racy but not offensive, naughty but not vulgar (well, in general, heh). There also remains that social commentary embedded in its story, and aside from further exploring the politics of homosexuality, it also looks to deal with media whoredom, among others. It is the well-crafted mix of these elements that makes this book continue to be exciting.

As for the artwork, what can I say? It remains to be top-notch (shades of Adam Hughes and Alan Davis to my eyes), and the level of detail is just right. There are so many little gems in the artwork that makes you want to go back and try to catch these little funny moments captured on paper. My favorite may be the bottom panel of page 44, the middle portion.

Back Cover Image / courtesy of CarVer

If there are two things I’d have wanted, it would be (1) when can this be colored? though I think I’ve read somewhere how difficult that will be and may drive costs pretty high, and (2) Didi! The contrast between Didi and Gwyneth is so stark that I’d love to see how they interact with each other and with Ada in one room. Yes, I miss Didi.

All in all, this first part is very promising. It brings back the Zaturnnah I know and love, builds on her and expands the universe while keeping what makes her entertaining, and we see more shirtless Dodong.

I cannot wait for the next two parts… and perhaps more sequels after!

My Rating: 9 out of 10 Stars. The missing star is due to the no-Didi aspect.

Leave a Comment more...

The Creepy Church of the Busybody Strikes Again

by on Dec.08, 2011, under Commentary

Once again, the Damasos speak.

In what has got to be the most irony-laden stand in the history of idiocy, the Creepy Busybodies’ Coalition of the Philippines (CBCP) is targeting the anti-discrimination bill currently being reviewed by the Senate. The mission? To eliminate the provisions around LGBT rights.

One Busybody Lawyer claims that the Church of the Busybody would be punished for not officiating same-sex marriages should the bill become law, conveniently forgetting that the bill in essence would also protect religious freedom, and should same-sex marriage become a reality, it will not be one of religious matters but rather of civil matters. Besides, what same-sex couple would want to be married within a church that despises them, anyway?

“It might change society,” Busybody Lawyer #1 says, to which I let out a big duuuh. Of course it will change our society – by stopping bigots of all kinds in their tracks. Busybody bigots, for one.

Another Busybody Lawyer concurs that this bill will violate religious freedom by potentially punishing the Church of the Busybody if it chose to exclude people from Church responsibilities due to homosexuality.

Oh, please. Gays already hold powerful responsibilities within the Church; just read any Church-related scandal in the last ten years, and one will know that a good number of priests are sexually-active closet cases already practicing homosexuality. Not to mention practicing criminal acts like, you know, sexual harassment and child abuse.

Of course, the best argument is Busybody Lawyer #2′s statement that LGBT folks should not be considered the same as the elderly, the handicapped, and the poor because the other groups are disadvantaged not by their own choice, while LGBT’s supposedly chose what they are. The implication is that they deserve no protection from discrimination.

This is just wrong on so many levels I want to offer the Busybody Lawyer #2 some water to wash down her foot, then I will take out a sharp axe and hurl it at her.

For one thing, using the poor as an example is just plain ignorance. Not all poor people are disadvantaged because of non-choice, i.e. because they were born poor. There are also poor people who are disadvantaged because of choices they made that caused them to be poor. You know, like gambling their savings away or investing in illegal scams. This doesn’t mean we get to discriminate against them.

For another thing, discrimination is not a matter of “disadvantage” due to “non-choice.” Discrimination is a matter of social norms about what is supposedly superior and inferior. Black people and other ethnic minorities in the USA, for example, technically have no “real” disadvantage if you think about it – skin color does not offer any “true” disadvantage in the same way that disability or age would. And yet, racial discrimination exists nonetheless. Why? Because society incorrectly views them as inferior. The same applies to the LGBT community. Or for any religious community, for that matter.

And most interestingly, if we follow Busybody Lawyer #2′s logic, then religion should be removed from the bill as well – for people who practice any religion do it by their own choice. In fact, while nature vs. nurture / inborn vs. choice is still an open debate around sexuality, the practice of a religion is a clear-cut choice. Thus, if choice is the determining factor on whether a group should be given protection from discrimination or not, then religion should be the first group that gets the boot in the anti-discrimination bill. Which, of course, should also not be, even if there are a lot of idiotic religious leaders blabbing their way to attention.

At the end of the day, the biggest irony at the heart of it is that the Creepy Busybodies’ Coalition of the Philippines is pushing for an anti-discrimination bill to become discriminating. How’s that for bigotry?

If they do not see the hypocrisy in this, then they have no right to be praying to a Messiah who preferred to spend His time with the victims of discrimination instead of rubbing elbows with hateful religious leaders.

Leave a Comment more...

Baklush, Este, Backlash

by on Dec.03, 2011, under Commentary

Uhm, ok.

The past week has had our gossipy nation wagging its collective tongue about last Sunday’s interview of KC Concepcion regarding her break-up with Piolo Pascual. Everyone loves melodrama, especially if it involves one of show business’ most bankable actors (meanwhile, I hesitate categorizing KC as a bankable actress, but her status as the love child of one of yesteryear’s most bankable love teams cements her own brand of fame, I guess).

By this time, almost everyone has heard the vagueness of KC’s responses regarding Piolo – and I’m pretty sure almost everyone has pitched in through Facebook, Twitter, and their suking tindahan about what KC’s underlying statements really meant. And at least on my Facebook newsfeed, a vast majority has brought forth once again the “open secret” that has kept gossip rags and blind items alive for the last decade, i.e. Piolo’s sexuality.

In this sea of speculations about Piolo’s sexuality, some have come forth denouncing what is supposedly a forced outing of Piolo. Coming out of the closet, after all, is a personal choice – the difficulties surrounding such an act varies from person to person, and truly, others have no say in general on where and when how such an outing, if any, should happen.

But therein lies the rub. Has Piolo really been outed? No one who actually knows him has surfaced to outright say that he is gay. Even KC was careful in her statements, and only the masses have interpreted her words accordingly. People may be talking about Piolo being gay or not, but technically that is speculation and not an outing.

Then comes out this idiotic article accusing the masses of bullying Piolo into coming out, and that this makes Piolo a victim of homophobia and makes him less inclined to come clean.

I will not disagree that even in these modern times homophobia is alive and well in our society. However, I will disagree that homophobia is the primary driving factor on why people still keep on talking about Piolo’s sexuality. Perhaps to a small percentage of the populace, yes, but I believe the masses are simply tired of the entire charade of deception and panggagamit that has happened in the last decade. The masses aren’t that stupid to fall for this ruse every single time, and now there is a baklush, I mean, a backlash.

This is not about outing someone or homophobia. As one of my friends put it, this is about integrity and character.

So many entertainers have remained in the closet for their entire careers without having to use people to keep their secret intact. I respect them. I respect their choice. I respect that their circumstances – whether family, work, religion, what have you – have prevented them from coming out. They did not feel the need to constantly spew out beards to help keep their fame. They chose privacy, and so their privacy was respected.

Not so with Piolo.

Every single publicized relationship he has had seems like a calculated effort to steer focus away from rumors that pop up every few years. Was there not a time when a scandalous gay sex video supposedly featuring Piolo was circulating, and all of a sudden Piolo had a girlfriend (I can’t recall who)? And earlier on, when the rumors were starting, suddenly Piolo had a child? How many times have the Sam Milby and Yul Servo rumors been counteracted with Judy Ann Santos pairings?

Then of course there is KC. Were there also not rumors about Piolo and Mark Bautista circulating when suddenly he and KC were an item? Not to mention a lucrative tuna advertisement deal.

The more reactive Piolo’s agents have been to the on/off rumors about his sexuality, the more said rumors have gotten cemented. It would have been better to have just shut up about it if they were serious about keeping Piolo’s straight image afloat. (Actually, it would have been better if Piolo had practiced more discretion in his activities if he were serious about keeping his image straight – he’s a public figure, after all – but that’s another story entirely.)

I do not believe people are talking about Piolo because they are bullying him out of the closet. In the eyes of many, his gayness – in reality still speculation – is already a given, so what’s the point of outing him?

I believe people are talking about Piolo because the impression is that yet again he has opted to use another woman for his own gain, whatever that may be. Publicity for his career? Cover-up for his indiscretions? Who knows? The point is that the public is tired of these shenanigans which have become a cycle in his career, and they are now calling him out on it.

I also do not have sympathy for KC. She is either the most gullible woman in the history of ever, or else she is equally as calculating as Piolo. I vote for the latter. I cannot for the life of me believe that she has never heard of the rumors about Piolo’s sexuality, and if so, then why would she enter into a relationship with him? So she can change his preference?

No, methinks this whole relationship has been a publicity stunt right from the start. Let’s face it, while Piolo is still the current generation’s top leading man, his star is slowly waning, and really, aside from being the daughter of Shawie and Gabby, nagka-karir ba talaga si KC? And combined with the rumors about Mark Bautista, a publicity stunt was again in order for ABS-CBN to protect its wonder boy while making cash on the side with a lucrative tuna endorsement.

This “relationship” started as a publicity stunt, and this “relationship” ended as a publicity stunt.

I just don’t think ABS-CBN expected the baklush, I mean, backlash this last stunt would generate. Never has there been so much negative publicity on the topic of Piolo Pascual. Of course, the network tried to do some damage control by posting rumors on its site that Maricar Reyes was the cause of the break-up, but said link disappeared in a matter of hours – because really, as Suzanne from Temptation Island would say, “but who believes that?”

No, Piolo is not being outed by the masses. As a public figure who was brought to where he is by sincere fans, his credibility and character are being questioned.

And so this is why I find myself having no sympathy with any of the parties involved. Call me mean, but I cannot sympathize with yet another round of attempted deception and media whoredom.

Leave a Comment more...

Airport Airhead

by on Dec.02, 2011, under Commentary

A recent editorial by Teddy Locsin, Jr. caught my eye on the interwebs earlier today.

I expected better from someone like Teddy Locsin, Jr.

In it, he makes a pretty well-stated case against some of the anomalies involved in “contracting” the job of refurbishing the Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA), which recently cropped up in several online lists as Asia’s (and in some cases, I believe the world’s) worst airport. These anomalies should indeed be called out, especially in light of such a high-profile issue.

However, Teddy’s entire argument crumbles at the very onset because of his opening statements, and any credibility he may have had in pursuing his opinions are lost in a sea of more ignorant proclamations thereafter.

“Bloggers branding NAIA the worst airport were homeless gays,” he begins charmingly. “Naturally, they complained the NAIA women’s toilets are inadequate, there’s nowhere to lie down, no kneepads in restrooms in any case.”

Beginning one’s argument with homophobic slurs is never a good idea. You’ve instantly lost maybe 10% of your audience, and significantly more so if you count said audience’s supporters. To generalize bloggers who have shared their opinions about how bad NAIA is as being “homeless gays” is offensive to gays and straights alike. Let us remember that resorting to name-calling is a sign of a weak debater who could not find a strong foundation for his own points.

Also, to insinuate that all that gay folks think of is oral sex while kneeling in public restrooms is a pretty disgusting thing to say on what should be a professional and, one assumes, intellectual forum.

He also later deridingly uses “Famfanga” as a term, continuing his ignorant bigotry and lack of proper debating skills.

“Nobody, who is anybody, notices the airports they pass through. My best friend, mining magnate Ronnie Zamora has travelled the world. After immigration, he said, the airport is just a blur when Ritz, Four Seasons, Mandarin or Shangri-la whisk him away,” he continues. “What about the toilet? He has done his business in the plane. Travelers flying economy, in tight seats, with smelly toilets, want to get as far from the plane, as fast as they can.”

After making his homophobic rants, Teddy shifts into full-on elitist mode with his “nobody who is anybody” diatribe.

Teddy, perhaps only 5% of all airport passers-through are an “anybody;” the rest are just “nobodies” like us who cannot afford lengthy stays in first-class hotels while sitting on a pile of hundred-dollar bills and making phone calls to Zurich to move money to the Cayman Island accounts.

The “nobodies” like us don’t always have the option to be whisked away in limousines from the airport to go to our crystal castles. Many have no choice but to stay in the airport for several hours waiting for connecting flights to other destinations. Many of these “nobodies” are also foreign tourists who bring in money that help our shitty economy, and if their “Mabuhay! Welcome!” sign to Manila is a stinky airport with thieving staff, you can kiss your economy goodbye.

And if “nobodies” like us who cannot afford a stay in the first-class lounge need to wait for hours, then the airport better damn well be at least comfortable, secure, and clean.

The primary function of an airport may indeed be immigrations and customs, but it has secondary functions as well – customer service being one of those.

“I killed the idea of doing anything to an airport that already works well.”

This, of course, is the most laughable, self-deluding statement one would hear in this editorial.

To say NAIA works well is like saying the Philippines is a global super-power. Never mind the aesthetics of the restrooms. Just think about the damned falling ceiling and the corrupt airport personnel running the place. Security and safety are utmost priorities wherein NAIA has failed miserably, and that is no big secret.

And while we do not expect to see an airport that looks like it came out of the wet dream of some Dubai architect, we expect a level of beauty and basic cleanliness. The airport is the gateway to the nation, and if your foreign guests find your gateway shitty, what would they think of the rest of your nation? This is the kind of thing that kills the tourism industry, which is one of the few industries that is keeping our economy afloat.

“But no, the finicky insist on a brand new airport we cannot afford or the old one remade according to Architectural Digest.”

I am neither economist nor financial analyst, but common sense will tell me that this airport can afford to be remade.

With the exorbitant “terminal fees” and “airport taxes” being extorted from the thousands of travelers passing through on a daily basis, I guarantee you money can be found to fund any renovation three times over if said money wants to be found. Other airports such as HKIA and Singapore have significantly better-maintained facilities, and these do not charge such fees.

The elephant in the room, therefore, is: where does all that money go? With the deteriorating conditions of NAIA, it certainly isn’t going to its basic upkeep, never mind any aesthetic overhauling in mind.

And this, at the end of the day, is what should be lambasted primarily. Not whether NAIA’s renovation plans have anomalies or not (which should still be questioned), but why it needs renovation in the first place when there should be more than enough money flowing through to maintain it. “Should” being the operative term – this is the root anomaly in this situation, the question of where all that money is going to.

This is what needs to be investigated in the first place. If it had been done so years ago, then the airport would likely have been fixed way back, and it never would have landed on any “worst” lists at all that would necessitate this reaction from the government.

Some have mentioned Teddy’s editorial may have been satirical. Maybe. However, in the video wherein he expresses these opinions, he does not sound satirical at all.

And while one is entitled to one’s opinion, one should be careful in how that opinion is expressed. Otherwise, one will just come off as an airhead, and that’s never good, especially if you are supposed to be a respected journalist.

Leave a Comment more...

Ten Things I Hate About The Online You

by on Nov.27, 2011, under Snark

Social networking is fun. Heck, back before Facebook was alive, I was a Friendster addict. And who remembers mIRC, which is technically not a social network, but a chat place? Of course, Friendster is practically dead, mIRC is as obscure as EDSAmail, and now Facebook has swallowed the world. As long as one knows how to socially-network responsibly and smartly, it can be a pretty powerful tool in the world of today.

This doesn’t preclude the fact that there are thousands of idiots out there who have no idea what responsible and/or smart online presence is. Particularly in the world of Facebook, where the concept of privacy is talked about but frequently not practiced, there are folks who seem to forget that what they post or do can potentially reach thousands of other people, whether they are in their network or not.

Here are my personal pet peeves on Facebook and other social media.

  1. Ang Nobela. If you feel the need to write out such long status updates that flood my newsfeed with dozens of successive posts that are continuations of the same statement/topic/incident, just freakin’ create a blog. It’s a status update, not the Palancas. Then there are those who use permutations of the same statement. Honey, you’ve said that in your last status update. Oo na, pinatamaan mo na sya; changing the words with synonyms or modifying the turns of the phrase in succeeding status updates will not change na pinatamaan mo na sya. What, people don’t get it? Or maybe you’re trying to convince yourself? Ano ‘to, diary sa Mara Clara?
  2. Soap Opera Angst. We don’t need to know the sordid details of how your lover left you for some Lovecraftian bitch or how your parents threw you out because you’re a no-good louse who hasn’t taken a bath for a week. This is the equivalent of airing your dirty laundry in public for all to see, and there is such a thing as “over-share.” True, it is occasionally entertaining, but I do so get embarrassed for you. Spank your inner moppet, then get a life. Cheesy and cute updates, I can handle; melodrama online, I start shooting people.
  3. The Soap Opera Novel. Corollary to #1 and #2 is the extra-annoying combination of both. Nothing makes me want to throw big, heavy appliances around the house more than reading a short novel infesting my feed about unrequited love or family feuds… in episodes. Napaka-Abangan ang Susunod na Kabanata naman ang dating! Worse is when you go around publicly sparring with someone right there on everyone’s newsfeeds. Wala tayong urbanidad, ‘teh?
  4. Tactless Commenting. Hindi ka naman siguro si Kris Aquino na yayaman sa pagiging taklesa. I’ve seen people commenting shamelessly about others on updates or photos, not thinking that said others are privy to their chatter. Once I saw a group of girls commenting on another girl’s pic posted on a wall, discussing that they heard said girl was rumored to be pregnant and forgetting said girl could see their comments. Whether this was deliberate or an idiotic miss does not matter. Ang tawag dyan ay maledukada. Hindi ba kayo pumasa sa GMRC?

    courtesy of www.esarcasm.com

  5. The Thoughtless Employee. I feel for you and your dire employment situation – like how your boss hates you or how your career has become a meaningless wasteland because you have to do 3,000 hours of overtime this weekend. However, there is such a thing as Human Resources… or resignation. And if you are in a leadership position doing this, the offense doubles because expectations are higher. Complaining about your job on a public forum, even if you argue that it is a personal channel and not work, is career suicide, especially if your bosses are in your freakin’ network. It’s also whining, and who really likes whiners? Take note, public whiners rarely get promoted unless maybe you work for the government.
  6. Malgrammar and Other Such Nonsense. No one’s perfect. I don’t expect everyone to have impeccable spelling and grammar all the time. There are such things as typos, and to be perfectly grammatical in every situation may be too much to ask. I can live with that. I do expect people to have a basic grasp of communication skills. Also, all-caps is the online equivalent of shouting, so make sure to use appropriately. Hopefully, if you can read and write enough to be on the internet, then I hope you are literate enough to recall subject-verb agreement, proper tenses, capitalization, and spelling most of the time. This leads me to…
  7. !$ tHiS N0T @NNoYing? “Textspeak” has little, if any, place on the ‘net. I understand the need for textspeak on SMS due to its limitations (though I myself practice proper spelling and grammar when texting). However, on the ‘net, you have full use of a functioning keyboard and more working space to utilize. The bigger offense is when you use textspeak that is actually longer than the original word or phrase, negating the purpose of textspeak in the first place; why bother misspelling then? This is what leads to jejemon, which will usher in the apocalypse. I do believe this is one of the reasons why the current generation of young people have atrocious grammar. While we’re at it, excessive use of periods, question marks, and/or exclamation points is headache-inducing; punctuation marks are meant to punctuate, not decorate.
  8. Spam and Lack of Fact-Checking.Please do not share with the world the latest heart-wrenching announcement that Facebook will close down or how evil Mother Teresa really was because she ate babies for breakfast or how you will die a horrible death unless you guilt-trip others into reposting the picture of a child afflicted with cancer… not unless you’ve actually checked facts and verified that what you are posting is true. Otherwise, you are just a rumormonger, a douche, or simply a moron who falls for these things. This is very closely related to…

    This, too, has passed. And really, there's probably a better chance of the moon becoming actual cheese before this ever happens.

  9. Clicking on Suspicious Links. Did you just get onto the ‘net yesterday? If yes, I can forgive you for this. If not, and you’ve been online for years, then I do not understand why you would click on that link about Miley Cyrus banging a horse, unless you’re a pervert, in which I case I now understand but will have to start reconsidering my friendship with you. We all know those suspicious links are the gateway to viruses and/or scams, and if after all these years you still fall for those, I will question your right to be online and perhaps will express doubts about your mental faculties as well.
  10. Tagging Me on Products and Ads. I personally don’t mind if someone tags me on a funny picture or quote, heck I love those, but start tagging me on products you are selling or seminars you are inviting me to attend, and I will call down a rain of locusts on your household. This is especially true if you are tagging me to attend seminars about how to get rich quickly – no matter how many seminars you ask me to attend, I do not see you getting any richer, just more desperate, so why should I believe you?

    Tag me on things like these, and I will throttle you.

Mind you, I’d be a hypocrite to say I’ve never fallen into any of these at one time or another, but I’ve made conscious efforts to avoid these behaviors. So have my good friends.

Meanwhile, there are still dozens who lack the self-awareness to do so. In this new world order of social networking, developing better online social skills and etiquette is a must.

Otherwise, you’ve just exposed your utter lack of cool to practically the entire world.

1 Comment more...

11.11.11. Irish Big Brother

by on Nov.11, 2011, under Family and Friends

Bro. James P. Dunne, SJ (picture courtesy of the Bro. Dunne FB Page)

Today marks what would have been the 76th birthday of a very special man who touched the lives of many high school Ateneans of my generation. Bro. James P. Dunne, SJ was the original Big Brother, at least for many teenagers of my time, and he is sorely missed.

Below is a little note (slightly edited) that I wrote on my Facebook account on this same day last year. Remembering Bro will never get old, and he will never fade away from the memories of the countless lives he touched.

Happy birthday, Bro! 11.11.11 – four lucky Aces and then some! I’m sure you’re up there, watching us while chugging a mug of ice-cold beer and laughing heartily at our inanities. We still owe you a lot of what we are today.

==============================

11 November 2010

Taken and adapted from http://www.facebook.com/axelcarlisle

It’s almost 7:30am, and I’m supposed to be hitting the sack because I have a corporate event I need to attend this mid-afternoon – which won’t be easy as I typically work nights.

However, I’m restless, and I keep thinking that today is the birthday of someone truly special: a man who touched the lives of literally decades of Ateneans throughout his life and who I like to believe still touches their lives until now, more than seven years after he passed away.

And I feel that I cannot rest today until I dedicate a mini-birthday tribute to this person who touched so many lives: Bro. James P. Dunne, SJ.

Being Protestant in a Jesuit school was probably never easy for me in hindsight. Mind you, there was no discrimination or anything like that, but being regularly exposed to religious practices you yourself do not adhere to can be tough. I always needed to be tactful on some of the theology I was being taught, and we all know how sensitive that can be – even between close friends. I suppose having my father’s side of the family be Catholic helped, but in the end, I was still staunchly Methodist in my upbringing.

Bro with my AHS DWTL 107 Participants, circa August 1995, when I rectored for DWTL

This is why it was surprising that one of the true friends I made in high school was a Jesuit brother. Not just a Jesuit brother, but THE Jesuit brother of Ateneo High. All students during those years, I think, knew Bro. Dunne – who wouldn’t? A freshman entering high school will almost immediately feel his presence in some way or form because he was a guidance counselor, and most juniors in the mid-80′s to the late 90′s would have directly encountered him through “Days with the Lord.”

It is a testament to Bro’s strong influence and mentorship that I, a Methodist, became strongly involved in “Days with the Lord” – I even became a rector during my time (proudly 96/107!). “Days” was not about religion, but it was about spirituality and it was about Kuya Jess – and Bro helped make it that way for me, even if it was a Catholic retreat.

My circle of friends and I had a special friendship with Bro. Of course, there are so many circles of Ateneans who would claim the exact same thing - and they would be right, too!

That’s the thing with Bro: he was a true friend to so many people, and he knew them – actually knew and remembered and connected with them personally. This is not an easy feat for someone who had to have formed friendships with likely literally thousands of students throughout his life, and probably not especially easy for an Irishman living in the Philippines.

High school is not an easy time for many people. It’s a time of change, a time of growth, a time of awkwardness, a time of uncertainty, a time of trying to find one’s niche. Bro made this time easy for a multitude of Ateneans who crossed his path. He wasn’t just a guidance counselor or a teacher, he was a friend. And that’s the thing with Bro: he WAS a true friend.

Bro with one of my best friends, Beij, back in the good old '90's

Bro was fond of so-called “outcasts.” His office was filled with such kids not necessarily seeking counseling, but just eating lunch or hanging out. It was a comfort that there was someone who would defend us from those that deemed us uncool or misfits.

If the Church still had Bro, he would be the perfect poster boy to counter the child-preying clergymen hounding headlines in the last few years. Their antithesis, Bro protected his kids.

Bro would regularly meet up and have a pizza or catch a movie with students and alumni. He would also call specific individuals he knew may be having trouble or problems and just invite them out. I have no idea how Bro magically knew who needed him at any give time, but he always seemed to know just who to reconnect with at any given time, even alumni he may not have seen in years. No, really, he did. It always made me wonder.

What I miss about Bro, aside from his big heart, is his nasty sense of humor. Oh, yes, he does have a nasty sense of humor – and I loved it. He was funny, he was caring, and he was… Bro.

I consider my batchmates (AHS ’95) lucky to have come under Bro’s tenure as interim principal during our senior year. When the prior principal (Fr. Cruz, a great priest who is a topic for another note from me) passed away, Bro took the reins for a year. Personally, and yes I’m probably biased, I think Bro was the last great principal of the Ateneo High School.

A day before Bro had his first heart attack that led to his eventual demise a couple of years later, my friend France and I actually had a meal with him – in Gerry’s Grill Libis, I recall distinctly. It was really the last time we got to really “talk” to him. Sure, we visited him in the hospital as well as the Jesuit Residence in the last few months of his life when he was already bedridden, but I think that day at Gerry’s was the last time we “really” talked. If we’d known, we probably would’ve made the most of it. It’s sad to think we may have been the last folks he really went out with before he became bedridden.

Bro and his family (picture courtesy of the Bro. Dunne FB Page)

The last time I saw Bro alive was the most heartbreaking. He was in bed, hardly able to speak or move. But he knew we were there, and he still tried to connect with us. It was not easy for him, but he did his best to embrace and hug us as he lay in bed before we left. He was muttering mostly gibberish, but I knew he was trying to speak to and comfort us for being sad about him.

And that was Bro: even bedridden, he thought of others.

Really, Bro was not just a friend to me and my barkada. He was family.

It has been more than seven years since Bro passed away, and yet many Ateneans I know still remember him fondly – and many will probably still remember today as his birthday: 11/11.

Today is the day a man was born – a true Man for Others, a true mentor, a true friend. God gave us a special gift on 11/11, and such a special gift is always worth remembering.

Happy birthday, Bro. We miss you. Basta Ikaw, Bro!

Basta Ikaw, Bro! (picture courtesy of the Bro. Dunne FB Page)

Leave a Comment more...

Remembering Daddy

by on Oct.24, 2011, under Family and Friends

When I was a young, I was somewhat sickly. I wasn’t asthmatic, but I had regular bouts of what seemed to be like symptoms of asthma and bronchitis. It was a good thing, then, that my maternal grandfather, “Daddy,” was a chest doctor. Daddy would always be the one to check up on me. Later on, when I became a healthier person, Daddy was still my main go-to person if I needed a check-up (or an excuse letter for school, heh) until he retired.

In the 80′s, he had built a small clinic behind our ancestral home in Taytay, right in front of the lush garden and the fish pond. I vaguely recall how excited I was to walk through the new and freshly-varnished clinic. The x-ray machine fascinated me, and all the medicines available were intriguing to me. Daddy inspired me to want to be a doctor. I almost did – later on finishing my degree in Biology as a pre-med course even if I took a different path afterwards.

People later started visiting the clinic, and I was proud of Daddy for being a doctor, one of the most distinguished in town. Even the mayor went to Daddy, but what got to me most was how much Daddy helped the poor who went to him for healing. Dr. Ignacio may have been married into one of the most prominent families in Taytay, the Gonzagas, but he built his own name and solid reputation by sheer skill and compassion. Yet Daddy did all this with great humility. It was a testament to his influence and humility that, during his wake, many people spoke of how he helped them (many times apparently pro bono), and none of the family even knew. Daddy embodied what a true healer should be – compassionate, loving, life-giving.

Daddy had a lot of dogs. And I mean, a lot. Throughout my entire life, he probably went through almost a hundred dogs – not counting any dogs he may have had before I was born. He loved his dogs so much, we joked he loved them more than us. During gatherings at home, he would sometimes start picking and preparing food for his dogs even while the rest of us were still at the table eating. When we ate out, he always made it a point that the waiters packed a literal doggie bag of leftovers; the dogs probably enjoyed it every time we went to the original Max’s in QC because it would then be veritable fiesta of bones for them. He may forget to take out food for himself and the family, but the dogs always got something. Most of his dogs are still buried in the garden of the ancestral home to this day.

During our birthdays and special occasions such as Christmas, Daddy would bring us to Angel Love – the landmark family emporium named after my special brother and situated at the first floor of the ancestral home; if it were Sunday and Angel Love was closed, Daddy would bring out the keys and open it for us. He would ask us to choose what we wanted as gifts. My cousins and I would almost always inevitably choose from the toy section. I believe I managed to complete my “Ghostbusters” Series 1 collection because of Daddy. We were spoiled by Daddy, probably to the chagrin of our parents.

Daddy loved the Lord. He and Mommy always went to Church, and when they couldn’t, they worshipped together at home. Younger generations would be ashamed by the love and dedication my grandparents had for the Lord. I believe they were never late for Church, and they always sat near the front, energetically participating in praise and worship at all times. At all times.

Daddy enjoyed seeing all his children, grandchildren, and later on, great-grandchildren together. Sunday lunches were always a celebration even without occasion, and it was always a feast. More importantly, it was about family. When Daddy later on got sick, going in and out of hospitals, he was always happy to see us when we visited him. Even when he was bedridden and can barely speak, you can see his face light up when any of his brood would come into the room after he hadn’t seen them in a while. It was the best smile anyone can ever see.

This past weekend marked the 40th day since Daddy went Home. He was 91. As a Methodist Protestant, I didn’t know we observed the 40 Day practice. Well, as it turns out, we don’t really – but it never hurt to get together with the family to commemorate Daddy. There was no service or anything, just a family gathering for a triad of reasons: Daddy’s 40th day, my Mama’s birthday on the 19th, and my brother Angel’s birthday on the 23rd. Even for my cousins and uncles who are out of the country, the get-together is felt because of, well, Facebook. We were all together, and it was a celebration of life.

And I’m sure Daddy would be happy to know we still got together for that.

Dr. Quirico V. Ignacio, 91 years old, 01 July 1920 – 12 September 2011.

We miss you, Daddy.

 

Leave a Comment more...

Medically Blonde

by on Aug.20, 2011, under Snark

I have never experienced so many screw-ups from a hospital as I have with Makati Medical Center.

Today, more than a week after I got discharged, and when you would think everything’s already good, I found out they still screwed up yet again.

Perhaps it’s best to start from the first screw-ups, somewhat discussed in my last blog post.

On August 1st, I had my first trip to Makati Med’s ER. I was advised several days bed rest and a check-up with my HMO, Maxicare, the next day. Okay, no real screw-up there, except maybe if they recommended confinement then, I could have been cured earlier. Then again, they couldn’t really figure out what was wrong other than I was having on/off fever.

On August 2nd, my birthday no less, the Maxicare doctor asked me to buy a different set of (expensive) meds for a week or so’s intake. He also advised me to go to Makati Med to have several lab tests. Then I was to return two days later to get the results from Makati Med for Maxicare’s doctor to interpret. Again, it was all about bed rest at home, never mind that I was still feverish. No real screw-ups, I suppose, except the meds will later on turn out to be useless when I got confined and was given different meds yet again. The old meds are still with me, unused except for a couple days’ worth (it was for a week). Granted, this was not Makati Med but Maxicare, but I might as well include this in my little rant.

On August 4th, two days later as scheduled, I returned for my test results and went to Maxicare. I brought my mother with me, even if she lived out of town, because even with several days bed rest, I still felt like shit, and those are the times when you really want your mother with you no matter how old you are. At Maxicare, things were taking so long, and I started to feel dizzy. I asked to lie down while waiting because I felt like I was going to faint. They finally decided to send me to Makati Med’s ER rather than wait for their interpretation of the test results.

So there I was at the ER again, and this time, my mom insisted I be confined. The ER doctors finally agreed. Why wouldn’t they when they have this pale patient who was about to faint any moment and they still couldn’t figure out what was wrong?

And so it began.

It was around 4pm that the confinement was agreed upon. My mom took care of the papers while I was in the ER. By 5pm, my mom was told the room was just being prepared. By 7pm, I was still in the ER, unable to rest properly because of all the noise. My mom followed things up, and she was told I was being held in the ER while waiting for my first test – a CT Scan – so that I won’t need to be brought up to my room then down again. Sounds fair, but by past 8pm, no CT Scan was forthcoming, and the ER was making me feel worse with all the noise and bright lights. By 9pm, my mother practically twisted the arms of the folks there, insisting I be brought to my room to rest and just be brought back down for the CT Scan when everything was ready. Bless my mother. They said yes, as though it was their idea all along and not because this woman was breathing down their necks.

Guess what? I went for the CT Scan past 11pm, almost midnight I believe. Imagine if I was in the ER all that time going crazy and probably getting worse due to improper rest. Plus – hey, Maxicare was paying for my room already, I believe I had a right to use it.

That was the first indication this was not going to be a hospital of very good service.

A couple of days later, the IV on my left hand was starting to feel uncomfortable. It was decided to transfer the IV to my right hand because the left was starting to swell. A doctor was present, and she began dismantling the IV on the left. Fumbling, really. A nurse came in, and the doctor (probably not thinking) announced to the nurse, “Ikaw na lang dito, hindi ko masyadong alam gawin ‘to.” (“You take care of this. I don’t really know how to do this.”) Gaaak. This, by the way, was witnessed by my best friends as they were visiting at that time. All of us shared “the look.”

I felt like RoboCop.

To date, my left arm still feels bruised. My right hand and arm are fine, though during my confinement, the IV needles just kept on being dislocated.

A few days later, another doctor came in – the specialist. The prior day or so, he’d mentioned that it looks to be salmonella because the initial organism in the culture of my blood sample was showing such, hence my typhoid fever; however, the culture needs a few more days for final certainty. So the specialist came in a couple of days later, and he said the same thing, though he wasn’t entirely sure because now the culture had three organisms growing in it – which he said was impossible as there should only be one. In short – the med tech or whoever was handling my case had contaminated my blood sample.

The doctor just said it was likely enteric fever, which is pretty much similar to typhoid or something. So the diagnosis was that, and the good thing was that the antibiotics they were providing me was also good against this type of fever. Because otherwise, wow. Just wow. At least the antibiotics were working.

After my colonoscopy, another of the series of tests, they waited for me to have at least 24 hours without fever, after which they allowed me to be discharged.

You would think it ended there, but apparently not. On my discharge form, I was instructed to have follow-ups one week after and two weeks after. The names of the doctors were there. One was unfamiliar, but I assumed it was an associate of one of my primary physicians because each of them had a posse of associates who were ever-present when I was visited daily.

So today, I went for one of the follow-up check-ups… and the unfamiliar doctor? Well, she was the incorrect doctor! I was wondering when I got to her clinic why I was seeing a pulmonologist, which was unrelated to my confinement. She and I finally figured out that she had the same last name as my infectious diseases specialist, and the nurse who filled the form up screwed up. Thank goodness she said she will help file a complaint – because she’s very right: what if it wasn’t the doctor’s name that got mixed up? What if the meds on the discharge form were incorrect? Talk about a health risk.

The only good thing that came out of the otherwise useless visit was I took advantage and asked advice for my occasional experience of shortness of breath. She gave medical advice and will help monitor if I might have asthma (which runs in the family).

All in all, Makati Med screwed me up a lot – during a time of low health and great personal fear, not to mention my birthday month.

Lesson? Next time (though hopefully there won’t be a next time), I’ll go to St. Luke’s.

4 Comments more...

Pages

Archives