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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

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!


Blogging for Dummies:)
June 27, 2007, 7:09 pm
Filed under: inspirational

There is nothing as self-affirming making this declaration : ” I HAVE A BLOG! “. There is also nothing as self-affirming as saying : ” Oh and I have traffic!”.

The funny part is ANYONE can do it — doesn’t matter if you didn’t pass your third-grade English! After all, there is “pidgin English”, “Chinglish”‘,”SMS English” or even moronic English! Who really cares? After all, as long as one can communicate – everything is A-OK!

Now here goes : 1. Get into one of these blog communities where you are SURE that when you leave a comment in their blog, you’ll get one too:) Remember that self-affirming bloggers are so particular about blog visits. The unwritten rule is something like : “If I visit you, you visit me”. Makes sense.

2. Collect all the “mush”. Spread it thick on the “Hugs” and “Kisses” and be a horribly nice person.It may annoy the thinkers but remember that MORONS always WIN. If you don’t know that Morons always win, watch more of the news.But don’t you dare be an ordinary moron! Be a really affectionate one, and make it a point to say anything torridly ghastly like ” I’d go to hell to be with you because I love YOU so much!” Add effects like glitters you can pick up free at Glitters com:)

3. Sign every guestbook MORE than ONCE. If you are terribly desperate, sign everyone’s guestbook everyday with inane entries like : ” I thought of you today!”. That is very nice of you, even if we all know it’s weird to be thinking of a handle name each day but doing that gives you “nicey-points“!

4. Do not get into political discussions. You can’t afford to remember?

5. Do not get into religious or Biblical discussions. You can’t afford to remember?

6. Do not sympathize with any cause, however good, stick to dogs and cats. You can’t afford to remember?

7. If you are of Spanish, Filipino or Latin descent and your social (yep, social) network is mostly like you, call the “ATE” and “Tita” and “Tia” coming! After all, you have to show some respect. Don’t worry.Everyone loves a HUGE family remember? (warning though : if you call someone “Tita” or “Tia” and she isn’t THAT old, you have made an enemy forever!

8. Take pictures of everything. It’s okay to strangely drop by every restaurant in the area and crash to ask “May I take a picture of what you’re eating?”. If you have no talent for picture taking, you can copy and paste REALLY KNOWN QUOTES and you would still get a response. Who said wit is essential?

9. Do not discuss anything with Israeli bloggers. You can’t afford to remember? They are too finicky about details! Besides, you think the Holocaust is something like “Woodstock” and “a misconceptions” is a Catholic term. Do not ever be too detailed. Stay vague and safe and utterly sweet and clueless. In short, blog without saying anything! Isn’t that cool?

10.If everything else fails, get REALLY unoriginal! Pick up health tips, beauty tips, love quotes, safety tips, criminal ideas, poetry, gardening tips, recycling tips, recipes, Bible verses, marketing tips, diy-instructions OR ANYTHING under the sun! You’d still get a reply anyway:) Copy and Paste is awesome, particularly if that’s your idea of your personal blog 🙂

Start NOW…. it takes only guts! Who needs to know how to write one single decent English sentence anyway?

To Lola
June 11, 2007, 6:01 pm
Filed under: inspirational, mushy, poetry, pondering

Words from this keyboard flow at a relentless pace
While I recall that beautiful smile on your pretty face
Yearning to see it again after nine long years
and a sea of tears

I am no whiz at poetry unless it’s for you
Not a mushy writer but you were one among the few
Perhaps the ONLY one who loved me
despite me being the worst of me 🙂

Nine years and I wish to hear your laughter again
while I watch those dark comedies we loved so then
Nine years and I still hurt as my fingers touch the keyboard
and every heartfelt memory I hoard
like food for my impoverished heart and soul.

In the midst of the night I still wish to feel your hug
To hear your lullaby .. what was it?
“The song of love is a sad song.. “
or Hang down your head Tom Dooley
I don’t really care if the lullabies were weird
because it’s you that will always matter

Not your songs,
not the last time I saw you,
but THAT you
who still loves me forevermore.

Love is Forever and my Grandma is Alive and Kicking!
June 11, 2007, 5:05 pm
Filed under: inspirational

My grandma left this world after eating a cup of Mango flavored ice-cream nine years ago. That was typical of her, because she loved life. I recall that she knew how to “live well” (and eat well!) The doctors said she was in a coma, I knew better. Despite the tracheotomy tube, no one knew that she could eat little bits of “this and that”. No one knew that there were times that I knew she pretended to be in a state of coma because she was getting extremely of IV’s , injectibles and tubes which tortured her cancer ridden body.

That is why June is a sad month. When she left this planet, I knew that no one would love me as much as she did and that perhaps, I lost the ONLY person who understood me perfectly.My grandmother was also my best friend and there were feelings which I could share only with her, nevermind, if it’s talking until 3 am, she was always there. I miss that. Yes, even now.

Ten years after she is gone I still terribly miss her and I get into the “what-iffing mode” asking myself what if she had lived longer? Or WHY she didn’t live longer.

By “what-iffing”, I mean I get terribly mushy and recall the days when I was eleven years old or so and we would go to Sta. Mesa Market and eat Pancit Palabok at Cup and Saucer. Then she would get me the latest pants (pink) at Llanes . Every Sunday she would take me to mass at Santa Mesa Church where I would have to endure looking at what I saw then as monstrous paintings of angels and saints because AFTER that she would take me to Jonis and I would gobble a Tuna sandwich and ice cream. What if she were still alive? Would she be still cooking her my favorite Kare-Kare and Lengua Estofado? There must be something about great food preparation that makes one really feel loved. Maybe it is an extension of the safe and cozy feeling one feels in the womb – and always being fed. I have no idea.

Whenever I think of her, I realize what love is. It is a unique collage of the happy pieces of my life and she was in all in them. It is patiently waiting for me as I rummage through the Archie comics at Philippine Ed; she and me going through all those titles of Nancy Drews and Hardy Boys. It means me and her eating Lengua at Dulcinea, or the Turkey November Specials at Luigi’s and her getting me my guinea pigs at Cartimar. It is she and I at the beach at Taal or Hundred Islands or at Baguio simply LIVING LIFE and having a terrific time.

It also were all those nights when I cried pleading for another miracle (after all, she did survive her first Cancer bout for thirty years) in that Makati Med bathroom which seemed then like my cold and tiled praying room. It was feeling her earthly life zapped out of her yet knowing that I was extremely loved and that she really is not dead. She is not gone. I know where she is and she knows where I am.

But here I am typing about her because I am alive and she is alive in my mind and soul. And she can kick NOW because where she is, there can be no pain nor sickness or death:) The pictures is my mind are all happy as if she whispers ” LIVE ON, LIVE HAPPY!”. Most of all, I was deeply loved by someone and that makes all the difference in the world.


Nostalgic Videos :) My Collection of OPMs and Stuff
April 9, 2007, 8:53 pm
Filed under: inspirational, Love, mushy, music, soul

There must be something in Celebrity History that should teach us a lesson or two. I was watching some of these clips and I found it weird that we Asians seem to NEED an over affirmation of our own names with a “TITLE” much like the “Divine Right of Kings”? Aside from Michael Jackson, who is called the King of Pop and Elvis who is “The King”, American celebs do not seem to have these “titles”. Maybe they are secure enough with the adulation?
We have “Asia’s Songbird”, “The Superstar” (who is in big TROUBLE), “The Concert King and Queen” (who were deposed after the King decided he wanted a new “queen”?). I mean, can’t OUR celebs be NORMAL and accept that there is only ONE “Megastar”! (THAT WAS A JOKE!)
Do watch these video clips. Some will make you mushy and weep and a lot.These flicks will convince you beyond unreasonable doubt that we are indeed living in a rather loony nation that elect these types to the highest office in the land only to kick them out later when we fall out of love with them.
That should say something about us as a people? Or perhaps, we can rationalize and say “it’s human nature”. That is why I love my dogs. They are predictable:)


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! “