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Brian Gorrell – An Objective View

Someone I know started a blog that landed him a book deal plus coverage from BBC. Yes, that’s the good news. The not too great follow-up however is that this friend of mine, Brian Gorrell, is HIV positive. He tells his whole angst filled spiced with his rather blunt expression of raw anger.

Brian’s story is one too familiar. He is an HIV positive Aussie guy, who fell deeply and foolishly in love with some Filipino guy known as Delfin. Brian admits that he did enjoy the beach paradise at a place called Boracay but his kind of “eden” didn’t last too long. He didn’t know that his boyfriend was associating with socialites allegedly with “crime links” and he witnessed the not too pleasant reality of living among the extremely rich who have acquired their money through less than decent and legal means.Last that I managed to chat with him, he admitted that his blog was something that he needed to do to release his “rage”. Rage is a good thing sometimes. Or at least, the releasing of ‘rage’- because it can be something like a catharsis. I guess that was why Brian Gorrell just HAD to start a blog.It was the only therapy that was available while he was hurting.His blogging was like his own version of personal journaling. Perhaps there were days when he was crying while banging his keyboard. But he does have one thing – GUTS!

Read more HERE……

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Father Grevy,Voltaire and Malu Fernandez
August 30, 2007, 1:20 pm
Filed under: asshole, blogging communities, fr grevy, humor, idiocy, inspirational

Malu Fernandez is a lifestyle writer who wanted to simply make a point about “the right scent” and the “right people”. A lifestyle writer is a “social writer” — thus, part of Malu’s job is to find out the latest “who’s who” in the social registrar.Fernandez also tried to come up with something “witty”, but she found blog notoriety instead.

Part of what she wrote is this :

However I forgot that the hub was in Dubai and the majority of the OFWs (overseas Filipino workers) were stationed there. The duty-free shop was overrun with Filipino workers selling cell phones and perfume. Meanwhile, I wanted to slash my wrist at the thought of being trapped in a plane with all of them.

While I was on the plane (where the seats were so small I had bruises on my legs), my only consolation was the entertainment on the small flat screen in front of me. But it was busted, so I heaved a sigh, popped my sleeping pills and dozed off to the sounds of gum chewing and endless yelling of “HOY! Kumusta ka na? At taga sann ka? Domestic helper ka rin ba?” Translation: “Hey there? Where are you from? Are you a domestic helper as well?” I though I had died and God had sent me to my very own private hell.

On my way back, I had to bravely take the economy flight once more. This time I had already resigned myself to being trapped like a sardine in a sardine can with all these OFWs smelling of AXE and Charlie cologne while Jo Malone evaporated into thin air.

All in all, it’s been a pretty good summer. Jetting from the Aegean Sea to the Pacific may sound a bit pretentious until you wake up in economy class smelling like air freshener.

And no one thought it was a joke. In my mind, the “joke” was on those who were so angered by her article to the point of making her famous. What a way to GET BACK at those who literally believed that ANYONE would “slash their wrists” all because one doesn’t like your seat mate. There must be something utterly defective in our English lessons that make us NOT understand what is hyperbole.

It wasn’t really that she wanted to degrade Filipino domestic helpers. She was making the point that they are everywhere, and that everyone on the economy presumed that she was one of them. What she is saying is simply – “not ALL Filipinos on the plane is a Filipino domestic helper, because there are professional Filipinos too”. Hers was more of a point against the Philippine government exporting slaves and making the Philippines a “nation known for the mega-domestic helper” MORE than a nation of scientists, teachers and medical professionals.

It didn’t sound nice. Not that she probably wanted to sound sweet, maybe she was pissed.For all we know she made it a point to write like a dumb “social elitist” because she wanted to make a point against them and the policies which divide Philippine society into “haves” and “have nots” and “poor” and “dirt poor”.

Whatever her motives, noble or ignoble, isn’t it funny how there seems to be a mob-blog mentality which seems to say : ” I AGREE THERE SHOULD BE FREEDOM OF THE PRESS AND LONG AS IT PLEASES ME.” Heck there was even this PRIEST with a strange handle of Father Gravy (reminded me of roasted turkey with cranberry) who went on a cybe rage rampage “in all caps”.He was hilarious and made more of a fool of himself than everyone else. If there is ANy reason why anyone should NOT be a Catholic, one has only to figure out the logic of this Grevy priest.

grevy525 wrote on Aug 27, edited on Aug 27
While she already resigned and apologized, let us hope that she is sincere and that her ordeal will serve as a warning to irresponsible journalists. There is one thing though that I am not comfortable with from among the hate blogs against her that I have read— they called her a pig, among other invectives. In so doing they (hate bloggers) might (just might) have proved some of her consternation …..

grevy525 said
IS THERE ANYTHING I HAVE SAID THAT IS OFFENSIVE TO HER??? DID I BERATE HER OR HURL INVECTIVES AT HER??? PLEASE READ ALL OF MY COMMENTS ON THIS ENTRY.

I replied 🙂

“Is there something wrong with your keyboard? ohhh.. a shouting priest! 🙂 Such meekness is admirable and.. Brutus was an honorable man:) oh yes, you berated her for being an irresposible journalist adding that you hope she learned her lesson by her ordeal.. gee, i am so glad you are not God”

“The pig thingy, I agree with you, also hurt me a bit because i am also fat. Are you fat too by the way?”

Actually, Father Grevy is fat and unmerciful. He has no idea what the First Amendment is(and where his asshole is?) and has his own eerie definition of freedom of the press. He thinks that Malu is a prime example of an “irresponsible journalist” for trying to use hyperbole. Yet, the same Father Grevy is so upset that his anger drips like oozing gravy which makes him pound his keyboard with the gusto of a rabid retard who declares that “the First Amendment does not apply to the Philippines’. Actually, if he wasn’t so stupid, I could have told him more than “the bill of rights of the Philippine Constitution includes freedom of the press”. But he just had to be stupid. Now Malu was TRYING to write stupid and she got the flak. Fr. Grevy wanted so much to sound intelligent that he ultimately sounded stupid.

Heck, I love Malu Fernandez~! She has a knack for getting THE REACTION and if we were to measure a writer’s worth, I would think it is by the way the readership reacts. And they did REACT! Malu Fernandez also exposed how some pretentious and onion-skinned some people are. Most of All, how dumb they can be and how BIG and SERIOUS they think of themselves.

Hyperbole! dang.. that was why Forrest Gump was really SMART, his whole was a hyperbole! And that is why the Fr Grevy’s of this world remain cold boring and DUMB!



The Absurdity of Playing Cyber Detective
July 27, 2007, 4:10 pm
Filed under: blogging communities, friendship, hot, humor, idiocy, life

Friendster dot com seems to be the technological proof that one REALLY exists. Sounds weird, but everyone I know here seems to have a friendster. The warped cyber philosophy goes something like this —

“I have a friendster, therefore i exist!”

Nevermind those who have no web access, like the dying kids at Sudan. Maybe they do not exist because they have no friendster?

Anyway my favorite kid Niccolo happens to have a friendster. He exists.

The problem started when he started playing cyber-detective and found that he had a generally nice sister and brother. He also found out that I wasn’t their mother.Yah get the idea?

Of course, he found was terribly ‘enlightened’ and thought that he was now qualified to write something as monumental as “ROOTS“. Poor kid.. really.Now he is bent on coming up with some geneological dissertation on the value of family trees.

This upsets me. Why? It is not because his father wasn’t Abe Lincoln or Donald Trump, but because he may be having too high of an expectation of acceptance and mushy loving. It also boggles me because it would indeed be comical if his suspected half-sister is trying to be merely civil and that they aren’t related at all! It would be pathetically hilarious and I can’t stop him because I am a middle-of-the-road liberal (LOL!)

Thus, I have to allow him space to make an absolute fool of himself.

So, he asked his “suspected sister” something like : ” Is blah-blah your father. I think you’re my sister!”. Of course that was idiotic, but part of my being a good parent is to allow the kid some moronic experience. He went furthur : ” You look like me!” . Talk about kids and their stupid utterances! The suspected sister went : “ Really, I like see you!”. Thus I told him something to the effect that cyberfiriends are great, but it isn’t the place to go and find.. roots! Like, anyone can find someone with the name Napoleon Bonaparte in some community like friendster, but he couldn’t be the REAL thing.

What I am not telling him however is that this suspected-sister looks exactly like him. And yes, they could have had the same father because I wasn’t into the Albert Einstein types when I picked him up some long years ago. Aside from that, his older brother THINKS SO, but his older brother had no horse nor common sense enough to send “feelers” first.

He thinks that cyber bullying his brother’s “suspected half sister” to “telling the truth” is the most honest thing one is supposed to do. Of course, his brother is the ultra-rightist Republican type. Now can you imagine how politically incorrect and chaotic my home is.

Heck, so what if the poor ‘suspected sister’ is REALLY his sister? She is only the “suspected” sister, and she has the individual right to say or not say what the name of father is/was/will be/whatever. Same as my fave kid – he had the individual right to ask. After all, who wouldn’t be interested in knowing one’s imaginary or real father?

The cyber bully is my fave kid’s older brother who thinks that terror tactics are completely acceptable to make the poor “suspected sister” admit who her father is. It is also warped and rather annoyingly hilarious because it is none of his business. He has his own father. He knows his own father. He sometimes acts like his own father which makes me want to reconsider my pro-life political stand.

Heck, I want to sue Friendster!

I feel that it somehow “pressures” utterly sane people to do the most ridiculous things. Like, looking for a “sister”. Now, I have this outrageous idea of actually placing an internet ad like : ” Wanted : Sister for my Kid! Must be mushy, nice and INTELLIGENT enough NOT to have a friendster account”.

Or maybe they’ll both get invited to “OPRAH”! Dang!



Bugsey with Love:)
April 6, 2007, 4:17 am
Filed under: bugsey, friendship, humor, inspirational, missing someone, real story

Six years ago, there was this basket with 2 puppies literally shoved into my “care” because their mother died and they looked more like little “bunnies” to me rather than puppies.
I had no clue about how to take care of puppies so I decided on the dropper first.That didn’t work for me until I decided to get and EVENFLO bottle and try Bear Brand milk. The two “babies” were like MY babies, but even so, it was difficult to keep two of them because they are endlessly crying like infants and one can only bottlefeed one-by-one. Anyway, one was a male and one was a female pup who both looked so much alike, except that the male one had a mask, like that of Beethoven and he was ALL white except for the mask and his bushy tail. I decided to call him BUGSEY(the male one). When a friend ofmine asked if she could have one I said, “Yes, but whatever is left I will take care of with all my heart”. The one left in the basket was Bugsey.

WHY Bugsey? Because he looked more like a rabbit when I first saw him.Because he was a fast learner- he could poo poo at the newspaper when his eyes was still to open. He was one of the most intelligent new born pups that I ever knew or will probably ever know.There was no reational reaso why I loved him– or “favoured” him. I had a better dog with a full breed that he had.Perhaps it was a basic example of “grace” ( unmerited free love).

Bugsey was and will always be my friend. during his puppy days, he would always stay in my room and as early as a month people were scared at him because he was extremely posessive. For some reason I loved that. He was an excellent ALPHA DOG — yet he has always been affectionate in his own way. If he wanted food, he would place his head on my lap which meant he wanted SOMETHING like MY FOOD… (EVEN IF IT WAS SEX WITH THE FEMALE DOG OUTSIDE)

Bugsey will always be special – reminds me of an Exupery quote ” It is the time with your rose that makes her so special” and “One understands only what one tames” — plus – “To Tame means to establish ties” 🙂 Bugsey, was a dog, but he was likewise my friend, “my little prince”. He was the one who wagged his tail when I come home sniffing for the chiken ( “kiken babes!”, it was he who accompanid me through the dark nights when I felt alone, it was he whom I talked with, it was he who made me merry even when he stole my food or sprinkled “pee” (territorial) on anything new I came home with, it was he who looked at m with those soulful eyes as if he could say something.. it was he who could show me love and “naughty arrogance” at the same time, it was he who was mine for a long time:)

Bugsey could have “gone” earlier last year but it was the new year then and I did ask God for a miracle and God healed him then. He was a distemper survivor. I asked God to lend him to me for a year more and God listened to my heart. I prayed the same prayer last week, and perhaps, God wanted to tell me that Bugsey was “tired” or that there is now a better place for my Bugsey with him and those whom I have loved.

Bugsey will always be alive.There is something in investing love that never dies- it’s immortal. He was such a proud and brave doggie that he didn’t want me to even see him HURTING — he didn’t whimper. He was suffering trying to pee for 2 days then would try and try again and then strangely, wag his tail. He did not show weakness even if he knew I was crying.He decided to pass alone like the GREAT guard and friend that he was.

The day Bugsey died, after cleaning the “mess” and crying … my other dog Blessie was biting on something in my vcd collection. I picked it up .. the vcd movie was called “PARADISE”.

Bugsey simply wanted to comfort me (typical of him) and tell me that he’s happy. He’s in paradise:)

Thus I am thankful to God — for that one dog who taught me that courage is good. Love may hurt but we can always love again because love never dies, really. I thank God for making me THINK that we are ALL HIS CREATURES with the same unlimited “time” on this earth and that the real life isn’t really HERE — it’s in paradise 🙂

I did not lose a friend. He hasn’t lost me. I now where Bugsey is and he knows where I am:)
I praise OUR Creator and can only say — “God is good all the time! “
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All About Diane
April 6, 2007, 4:09 am
Filed under: bugsey, friendship, humor, Love, relationships, soul

It would be common-even wrong- to call Diane my friend because she belongs to a different category than those whom I call “friends”. She is “uncategorized”, meaning MORE than a friend and closer to a soulmate.

Perhaps, I knew her in another life which explains why the first time we talked years ago it was as though we knew exactly what each other meant. If I were a man, she would be my ideal bride. If I were a rose, I would choose her garden to show my flair. If I were a dog, I would choose her lap to rest on. I am extremely comfy with her.

That is despite the fact that she is FOR the death penalty and believes that Scott Peterson is guilty and should die.I hate the death penalty. I think it’s “state sanctioned murder“. I love Diane despite her utterly unobjective views :)She believes in ALL of the laws, I find some laws unreasonable. But we are both democrats:) I love the fact that she lives in a blue state.

I love Diane because she is fun. Despite her fears of breaking the law when I sent her one pirated dvd, we intend to rob Fort Knox. We relish the thought of the excitement – even a virtual one – as we discuss how we would go about it.

I love Diane because she is as cheap as I am, we love rushing to ebay to purchase those Mary Kay samples and we have no pretenses like : ” Oh because we heard that samples are better”. No– we know– we like it because they are cheap and we say so. I love Diane because of her Midwestern pride and work ethic. Like, when she keeps her YM open at the office and tells me :” sorry, will have delays in replying.. boss was here!” I love Diane because we BOTH love food, we both have weight problems, we are BOTH not perfect and we openly discuss it with jest.

I love Diane because she has incredible wit and we love the repartee. I love Diane because I can call her at 2:30 am her time and say : ” I forgot… you aren’t here..” And we would both laugh and chat anyway. I love Diane because I can trust her and she can trust me and we BOTH know it.I love Diane because she and I can be kids again and we do not pontificate about such huge issues as immaturity, saneness and serious matters.

I love Diane because she is Diane.

Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupery, “The Little Prince”, 1943little-prince.jpglittle-prince.jpglittle-prince.jpg
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