Monday, August 27, 2007

Money can't buy DELICADEZA

Mood: Irritated

OK. It has been 24 hours since I read an article that my housemate told me to search in Google. He said: “Enzo, nakilala mo na ba si Malu Fernandez?”, “Who that girl is?”, I replied (with the hood accent that automatically comes along with it). “Basta basahin mo article niya.

So I opened my laptop, got connected and typed in “Malu Fernandez” in Google.

This will be a very, very, very interesting afternoon…

Ms. Malu Fernandez is a columnist in People Asia Magazine and Manila Standard Today, “fashionista” and a bitch (yes, she calls herself one, can’t argue with that). In her magazine article “From Boracay to Greece!”, she talks about her summer escape, going to Boracay then to Greece, then back to Bora.

For all those who haven’t read the article yet, I’m sure that you’re wondering why I’m irritated. Please see the links below.

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Read it? Good. How do you feel about it?

I just want to get this out of my system. It has been 24 hours and her words are still ringing in my ears. This is unhealthy.

It bothers me how she writes about OFWs, how she sees them, how she wanted to slash her wrist at the thought of being trapped with all of them [OFWs].

Your ticket says Economy Class, Ms. Fernandez, and common sense dictates that you will get what you paid for. To emphasize, please do not expect to have First Class or Business Class services and perks if your ticket says Economy.

I think most bloggers are calling you names pertaining to your weight and body type because you bitched on how seats are so small in Economy that you had bruises on your legs. Again, please… please do not expect to have the space that First Class or Business Class offers because you are flying Economy, you chose to save on your ticket.

Are the OWFs you’re with really that noisy? Really… I don’t think so. I’m sorry, but the vibe that I got when I read your article is that you think so highly of yourself. I think you are so self-centered. I think you feel like you’re above all of them and that they are not worthy sharing the same recycled oxygen in that plane because you are Malu Fernandez, The Malu Fernandez. Well, these are only my assumptions.

And if they are indeed noisy, the best thing for an educated woman (or any person for that matter) to do is to smile and keep it to herself, not to publish it and have your “target audience” read it and (supposedly) laugh about it.

Speaking of publishing, I also do not understand why this article became published in the first place. Did the editors of these publications take into consideration the effects of Ms. Fernandez’ words into our fellow OWFs, their families and the Masa in general? “OK, this is the Lifestyle section, Ms. Fernandez wrote about designer bags and perfumes, the article mentioned Louis Vuitton, Jo Malone Perfume, and even compared her high-end Jo Malone to Axe and Charlie cologne, that should do it!” Ganito ba ang proseso?

And there is a follow up! She wrote another article entitled “Am I being a diva? Or do you lack common sense?” after the magazine got a FEW e-mails about her previous funny article. (Yeah, I bet there are FEW.)

As I type this, I’d like you to know that it’s not about whining, complaining and bitching but just stating the facts. Just recently, I wrote a funny article in my magazine column and my friends thought it was hilarious. It was humorous and quite tongue-in-cheek, or at least I thought so, until the magazine got a few e-mails from people who didn’t get the meaning of my acerbic wit. The bottom line was just that I had offended the reader’s socioeconomic background. If any of these people actually read anything thicker then a magazine they would find it very funny. Most people don’t get the fact that they need bitches like me to shake up their world, otherwise their lives would be boring and mediocre. I obviously write for the a certain target audience and if what I write offends you, just stop reading.

Although it may sound elitist to you the fact is this country is built on the foundation of haves, have-nots and wannabes. One group will never get the culture of the other. Although I could mention that it is easier to understand someone who has a lower socioeconomic background that would entail a whole other page and frankly I don’t want to be someone to bridge the gap between socioeconomic classes. I leave that to the politicians in my family who believe they can actually help. Now I seriously ask you, am I being a diva or are people around me just lacking in common sense? Perhaps it’s a little of both!


Ms. Fernandez, I did not find your article funny or at the very least entertaining. No matter how many times I read through it, trying to find even a shadow of the meaning of your acerbic wit, I couldn’t find it; I resigned to the conclusion that there isn’t any. That article of yours is just, I apologize for the lack of better term, wrong.

I am baffled by your indifference with what is happening around you. Again, I think you should have kept it to yourself.

After receiving death threats (HA!) and "deeply personal insults" she came out with this:

I am humbled by the vehement and heated response provoked by my article entitled 'From Boracay to Greece!' which came out in the June 2007 issue of People Asia. To say that this article was not meant to malign, hurt or express prejudice against the OFWs now sounds hollow after reading through all the blogs from Filipinos all over the world. I am deeply apologetic for my insensitivity and the offensive manner in which this article was written, I hear you all and I am properly rebuked. It was truly not my intention to malign hurt or express prejudice against OFWs.

As the recent recipient and target of death threats, hate blogs, and deeply personal insults, I now truly understand the insidiousness of discrimination and prejudice disguised as humor. Our society is bound together by human chains of kindness and decency. I have failed to observe this and I am now reaping the consequences of my actions. It is my fervent hope that the lessons that Ive learned are not lost on all those who through anonymous blogs, engaged in bigotry, discrimination, and hatred ( against overweight individuals , for example )

I take full responsibility for my actions and my friends and family have nothing to do with this. To date I have submitted my resignation letters to both the Manila Standard and People Asia, on that note may this matter be laid to rest.


I really do hope that she learned her lesson and that she would write responsibly in the future. I also hope that she wrote this one without the magazine or the newspaper telling her to do so, that she wrote her apology because she finally realized the results of her words.

To be honest I find this statement as a half – hearted apology.

I am reacting this way because I am a son of an OFW father who works in Saudi Arabia. He has worked there for as long as I can remember. I am very proud of my OFW father. I will not be where I am today without him. And for someone, who did not experience working as an OFW, to talk about OFWs as a lower life form than herself, get over it, it is YOU who needs a BITCH to shake up your boring and mediocre world.



She already got the attention she wanted. Might as well move on. Bygone.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Vicious Cycle

You Suffer.
You bear the consequence of apathy. Afraid to reveal the slightest sign of weakness, you do everything – nothing. That desire to escape is too obvious to dismiss. Yet, you lay beside the other, tangled up in a deep ocean of blankets, wondering. You wish for enlightenment though you are certain.

You picture a balloon slipping through a Sunday Child’s hand.


How easy it is to float away and vanish.

Making sense of this trivial affair drives you mad. You yearn for the calm the seas of Matina bring.

How convenient it is to drift away. How effortless it is to let the waves take control and lead you to nowhere.

But you discover that you are on the exact spot 6 months ago. You suffer. Your suffering is unbearable, so you leave. You finally decided to let go…

You Leave.
At last, you chose to listen to the voice inside you. That same screaming voice you suppressed for months. With all options stolen away from you, you resolved to let go. You are satisfied. Pleased. Gratified with the new-found freedom, you revel in its vastness. You welcome it with ardor and you explore it with zeal. But time, and circumstances, made it all seem stale, empty.

Circumstances do alter cases.

You realized how shallow it all was, how it lacked thought, lacked feeling, devoid of passion. You feel exhausted and empty. You delude yourself into thinking you are free; though you are sure you just want to be preoccupied with something, anything. Now you seek familiarity. But it brings you back to the place that you are running away from. You are crying on the inside. You breakdown…

You Weep.
Just a touch, a dialogue, an encounter.

Reason and Emotion contradict. Logic dictates that what was done was best, but your spirit whispers otherwise. You are torn. What if’s fill your mind. It is driving you insane. Regret sets in and swallows you whole. You want it to stop.

It’s my fault. I have no one else to blame.

You long for an advice from a friend who knows you inside-out. You long for the care of a Grandmother who only breathes in your mother’s anecdotes. Accepting the fact that you neither have any, you curl up like a child and cry yourself to sleep.

You wake up and you hate yourself…


You Hate.
You hate to conceal your grief. You hate… to forget. But how can you forget something you hate? For you cannot hate what you do not know. You punish yourself even more by thinking of the infinite number of options you could have pursued, the unlimited possible things you could have said, the numerous paths you could have traveled.

How did I get here?

You wish Shinigamis were real. You wish you would find a Death Note lying in your school grounds. You would use it not to cleanse the world of murderers and thieves, not to create a Utopia of the just and the fair, not to be the God of Death on Earth. Rather, you would use it against the person who caused you pain, the person who left you with all this mess - yourself.

You learned to hate.

You Learn.
You became immune from further damage. You cannot recognize pleasure or pain. You let life push you around; you are tired of fighting against it. You learn to unlearn.

You had your fair share and you want no more. You learned how to live alone again. You learned how to adapt, how to fake a genuine smile effortlessly. And through this process of learning you feel nothing.

Was it all worth it?

You feel nothing, and in this numbness you silently suffer... You suffer.

And it finally dawned to you that you are trapped in this cycle forever, a vicious cycle you can not escape.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

LSS

SUNDO - Imago



LSS for months now. Finally downloaded the song the other day. (Yes, I have Limewire in my laptop, ;D)

Asahan moooooooooo... Mula ngayon, pag-ibig ko'y sayo...


Wednesday, August 1, 2007

On 'Cator, "Boy from Hell" Petrelli, Anniversary and Bougainvillea-colored (imported) jackets

'Cator Sucks!



Yesterday, our Instant Messaging tool for how many years, SameTime, officially shut down globally. :'( It is now replaced by Microsoft Communicator. We are supposedly to enjoy its added flexibility and other features - you can communicate with MSN, AOL and Yahoo! users, send large files and share programs. Well, supposedly...


This morning, we used 'Cator for the first time for our DM Chat and to say the least, it was problematic. First, everytime there is someone that gets disconnected or his/her status changes (from Active to Idle, for instance) a new window pops up having a second window aside from the original one.

Second, there is a very limited number of characters that you can paste in the chat window. You can't paste all your watchouts in one go. You can't also simply paste your incidents list and status because when you copy it from 'Cator to the excel sheet, its format is different.

Third, sometimes my messages are not received by the person I am talking to. Earlier, I was talking to a Manager from Warsaw. He was woken up by a Critical ticket that was escalated to his group. He asked what the issue is about. I replied:

Enzo [11:32 AM]: this is about "Asia LT dashboard: Huge difference between dashboard data and Analyzer Cubes"
Enzo [11:33 AM]: symphony issue

After 20 minutes or so:

Polish Manager [11:55 AM]: ok. I am not sure what this lack of response means but looks like I therefore had to find an answer myself
Polish Manager [11:55 AM]: I am not happy with thte qulaity of comunication with *Team* though and I will let this know to *Team Leader*.
Polish Manager [11:56 AM]: If I am woken up at 5am my time, I'd expect some reasons behind it and some degree of cooperation
Polish Manager [11:56 AM]: bye

I was shocked since I responded ASAP after he asked his question. After apologizing (Grrrr!) and after I pasted my previous response...

Polish Manager [12:00 PM]: aha - so propbably it's a problem with this hopeless new communication messenger, because I did not get it.

I couldn't agree with you more, Polish Manager! IBALIK ANG ST!



The Devil is at the 35th

SCENARIO 1: I was really happy when PaoTsin opened in RS. I can eat their Fried dumplings and Hainanese rice forever.

After getting my fried sharksfin meal, me and my teammates went to pantry to have our lunch, Boy from Hell was already seated.

Boy from Hell: "'Di ba may namatay sa PaoTsin?"

Whatdaf*ck! We're not even close! I was so pissed off, pissed off and frustrated at myself because I just stood there, I didn't say anything or even retaliate or said something to that asshole. Grrr!

SCENARIO 2: After being REPped twice, tons of email updates that have finally been sent and dozens of issues resolved, I have finally finished my shift and handed it over to the next. It was only after my super stressful shift that I felt and realized that I was exhausted and starved.

Enzo (Speaking to an officemate): "Karon, kain tayo!"

Boy from hell (Shouting): "KAIN NA NAMAN!"

Hoy! Gago! Unang una sa lahat, hindi kita kausap kaya 'wag kang mag-e-e-epal. Pangalawa, hindi kita close, hindi kita kaibigan, ni hindi ko nga alam apelyido mo at wala akong balak alamin. Gawin mo pa sa akin yan sa susunod at may laptop na babakat sa mukha mo. Wala akong pakialam kung sa opisina kita gulpihin. PAKYU!


Anniversary

1 YEAR NA KAMI NI HP! Which means... WORK FROM HOME! :)

Happy Anniversary to my batchmates MATS, RIA, JACQ, and DENISE!


Meet Bongs Bougainvillea!


I'll leave all the juicy stuff that happened at Starbucks to Alvin. Hehehehehe!


Got a free sample of Starback's Mango and Passion Fruit
Freeze. Yuck!


Monday, July 30, 2007

Relax... Watch The Simpsons Movie!

Do yourself a favor: Watch The Simpsons Movie.

At first, I was a bit hesitant to watch the movie as it is only 75 minutes long (including credits) and I have not seen the trailer yet - I don't have any expectations about the movie.

When we got there, the moviehouse was jam-packed. Some were standing in the sides and at the back.

Then the movie started. I was laughing my lungs out throughout the entire movie. One of the best movies I've seen. Even better than Transformers. Dami magre-react nito! Hehe!

I don't want to give the movie away but i just want to share some of the scenes/lines that up to now make me laugh:

1. Homer pointing at his Pig: "He's not SpiderPig anymore, He's Harry Plopper/Flopper!" (whatever that Pig's name is) complete with rimmed glassed and lightning scar on the pig's forehead.

2. President Schwarzenneger: "I was elected to LEAD, not to READ."

3. Homer on the sled with his dogs: "Run (Whip!), Run (Whip!), Run (Whip!), Jump (Whip!), Jump (Whip!), Jump (Whip!), Run (Whip!), Run (Whip!), Run (Whip!), REST (WHIP!), REST (WHIP!), REST (WHIP!)" Ayun, nilapa tuloy!



4. The Medicine Woman (Homer refers to as "Boob Lady") showing Homer the Path with her, uhm, boobs? :)

5. Bart on the skateboard naked, and a kid sees him says: "I like MEN now!"

and more!

JUST WATCH IT! It'll be worth every cent.


Do you want to Simpsonize yourself? Just go to simpsonsmovie.com to know how. This is Simpsonized Enzo.

And this is Simpsonized Enzo at the Lake with Greenday, Homer and Bart!

Did I mention to do yourself a favor and watch this movie?


HULI KA!!!

Hi to all my avid blog readers! (yes, the eight of you!) It's been a while since I last updated my blog, I was busy with, what else, work (blah! blah! blah!). Been stressed out this past few days, feels like having a heart-attack everytime a job doesn't start on time or a table isn't loaded after new-day or a certain report has not been processed yet. Thank God for my "senior" teammates and Chief who is skilled at "Dark Arts". But I'm getting there, I'm getting the hang of it.

Plus I just had my DSL connected yesterday (Yey!) without, again BOYS and GIRLS (Haha! Sounds familiar?) WITHOUT the Installation fee. :)

I have lots of entries though, some I think are very "dangerous" to post. Haha! You know what I mean. Before, I was like "The hell with them, this is personal. BLOG is PERSONAL", but some people might use it against you, heck, a certain person DID use it against a friend. I was even suspected of writing it. I was so baffled back then, thought of quitting. Now, I just laugh about it.

Well, I learned from it, we all learned from it, the hard way unfortunately.

Hmmm, on second thought, it did do us some good. I will not explain further, the topic is a bit sensitive and "dangerous". Hehe! Heto na naman ako. Pasensya na. Got carried away.

I also wasn't able to write because of Hairy PotPot. Got a great deal! 2 new books - the 6th and 7th installment - hardbound for only... P1, 680! My sister will be very happy! I was planning to send the books to Davao after I got the books, but I read the first page and can't stop from reading. Damn you J. K. Rowling! Read somewhere that she's already a Billionaire because of her Hairy PotPot Series. Lucky B*tch.

Speaking of B*tches, a certain B*tch comes to mind (No, Piotrek, not her...), when the HP6 and HP7 books were available and about to be delivered, being Enzo i woke up late (since this meeting is not that important). My contact called me and asked if I was already in the office, i told him 'NO' and that I just woke up. He suggested to leave the books to our AA, I agreed but she wasn't in the office, either. So he just said to leave the Books to Manong Guard. Excited, I immediately prepared to go to RS to get the books.

And what did I see? The elevator door opened and I saw Manong Guard reading MY Hairy PotPot Book 7. He already had a good number of chapters read, I approached him and said "Boss, Lorenzo po." He was surprised, maybe because I saw him reading a book while on duty. Or maybe because I saw him reading a book that WAS NOT HIS while on duty. Or maybe, just maybe, because I saw him reading a book that WAS NOT HIS while on duty that turned out to be MINE.

Anyway, he hastily handed me the books and I went inside to tell this story to my friends. Hehehehe! (There, finally got it out.)

Now that I have my DSL, I have a new problem - I can't make my wireless router work. I have tried configuring it yesterday, maybe a dozen times and i still can't connect to the Internet. I followed every single instruction in the Internet but it still won't work. It's a D-link DI-624+. Anyone, Please help!



Ok, back to Snoozeville!


Saturday, May 12, 2007

False Messiah


Scattering deceit is your gift
Creating fiction after fiction
Fabricating imaginary truths for the blind to see

"Follow me!"

You loathe those who think
Those who see the filth behind the color-tinted glass
You contentedly provide them with uncertainty
Then you slay them with your tongue

He you can't dominate you detest
You grip his neck and sing insults of hope
"Tomorrow will be a better day,
I want you to be there."

You clasp the wings of those who yearn to soar
You fracture their souls and break their spirits
The damage is irrevocable
Set them free

You are a Messiah of False Hope
with arrogance you walk this earth
"Come with me and be saved."
Pristine. Immaculate.
Oblivious of the mud at your feet

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This night is set for indulgence.

A sickle through your throat
A dagger cleaving, piercing your side
What a serene image
What a divine sight indeed

The sound of metal through skin
Echoes from deep within
Blood drops after another
I stare at your inert corpse

As I rejoice blankly, expressionless
Sanity evades

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Your mask is cracking
Years of concealing is finally drawing to an end
Everyone notices, everybody awaits
Soon, your truth will be uncovered