Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Ballistics in the Workplace: A Lesson in Leadership

Office ballistics. (Photo from BusinessNewsDaily.com)
Yesterday afternoon, a woman bringing a laptop with her walked into our office. She headed straight
toward our IT support officer and deposited the laptop with him. Not immediately finding the charger of the laptop inside the laptop bag, our officer asked the woman where the charger was. Without even trying to help our officer in finding the missing charger, she immediately whipped out her mobile phone and called someone. Her voice was cold and monotonous as she talked to the person on the other line - apparently a subordinate of hers. All of us in our department were within hearing range as she berated the person she was talking to for forgetting to pack the charger in the bag, spitting venom in that cold, dry voice of hers. She excused herself from us then stepped out of our office, leaving all of us with mouths agape.

After asking our support officer about her identity, I found out that she was an account manager for one of our laptop service providers. Turns out that he had one of our office laptops returned to them several weeks ago for repair, and the said laptop was returned to us only now. He added that this particular service provider has a habit of rendering very slow service.

Our support people were still explaining to me what happened to that laptop and who that lady was when one of them shushed us. From our first floor lobby, we could actually hear a woman openly scolding someone at the top of her voice. We could hear her from three floors away - imagine that! The same support guy who shushed us whispered, "Ma'am, that was the girl who just came over."

I then told our support team never to make any transactions with this woman and her company anymore.

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Our supervisor asked me why her actions in our office would make me come to such a decision to break any business ties we have with that woman's company which is one of our IT equipment suppliers. Here is my explanation. You have a boss with a crappy attitude lording over an office. Thus, the tendency is for her subordinates to have low morale. Low morale could translate to the following:

  • SLOW AND UNSATISFACTORY WORK OUTPUT. Deadlines and quality of work will no longer mean anything to an employee who initially tries to make the cut by painstakingly doing tasks on time, and yet is received with negativity and/or total lack of appreciation by the boss.
  • FAST EMPLOYEE TURNOVER. Unless an employee has a masochistic streak, he/she will not be able to tolerate the stressful conditions in the office under that kind of leadership. The office will always be going back to Square One with each new hire when the more experienced and more knowledgeable employees resign from the toxic work environment.
  • DISAPPOINTING CUSTOMER SERVICE. You have a new hire taking on your issue. Poor kid barely knows the ins and outs of what he/she should be doing to resolve your issue. Then there is the added stress of that oh-shit moment when the kid does make a mistake and his/her boss publicly shames him/her. How can any sane person perform well under those circumstances? At the end of the day, it's not only the employee who gets affected by all the negativity. Even the client suffers, being at the receiving end of less-than-impeccable service provided by the hapless employee.
This woman did not have the decency to hide her crappy attitude while visiting a client. So what does that say about her as a leader? On the macro level, what does that say about the company she is part of?

Personally speaking, a company that keeps people like her with no regard for human dignity and corporate team building is a company that gives little or no value at all to its manpower.

If I were this woman's boss and I found out about this incident, she'd be out of the door before she could say, "F*#k you!"

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I've had my share of crappy bosses before, and I know how it feels to be degraded and deprived of any respect in the office. I also know how it is to wake up every weekday morning feeling as if a boulder is bearing down on you as you prepare for work. Trust me when I say that this is not the best feeling in the world. My only initiative during those dark days was the fact that I needed my job to keep my family alive - nothing more, nothing less.

Despite my unfortunate corporate experiences, I am still grateful for having lived through them. These taught me one solid concept -- that more than the clients, more than the business reputation, more than the income, the biggest asset an organization has is its people. This is the reason why before anything else, a company must first see to the needs, aspirations, and goals of the people within because the talents, skills, and ingenuity they possess are its treasures.

A company with happy employees is a company who will have the empathy, knowledge, and skill sets that can be used to serve their clients well. It is these same characteristics that will attract potential customers because as a leader of the organization, you armed your employees with positive traits that will shine through in every transaction or deal they make.

Now that I was also given the task to manage a team, I could only thank my former toxic employers for the experiences I had under them because I definitely am not emulating any of them, haha. I'd like to think that I am doing well...so far.

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By the way, there is a postscript to that incident with the "Screaming Lady." We knew she left our building already when the shouting downstairs died down. Our support officer who received the repaired laptop went back to going through the laptop bag's contents. He then felt a bulge on the bag's front pocket. Just as he was taking out the no-longer-lost laptop charger from the front pocket, his mobile phone suddenly rang. It was that woman. She called to request our support officer to check the front pocket of the laptop bag to see if the charger was there - which he already did. He confirmed the finding of the charger, thanked the woman, got off the phone, and let out a hearty "tsk, tsk, tsk."

Gee, all those ballistics spewed at random directions just for nothing.

We definitely aren't doing any business at all with this woman and her company in the future.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Fifty Shades of Madness in the Philippines

The book. (Photo from TheGuardian.com)
Note: This writer has not yet seen the movie, but has read the book. All the books of the series, for that matter. Thus, allow me to emphasize that this is not a review of the movie. It's something much more.

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As of this very moment, the movie adaptation of the outrageously popular book, Fifty Shades of Grey, is raking in the big bucks on local shores in this season of hearts and motel bookings.

Some will say that they are watching/have watched the movie out of curiosity, especially with the PR blitz surrounding both the books and their cinematic counterparts.

Others will note that they're just jumping on the immense Fifty Shades bandwagon. After all, it is the "in" movie of the season.

Still others (the male population primarily) will complain that they were just dragged to the movie theater by their respective significant others or barkada (group of buddies) who are rabid Fifty Shades fans.

Then there are those who take the more pa-intellectual route and note that their interest in the movie is merely to create a comparative analysis of the presentation and discourse of sexual domination in cinema vis-a-vis the literary counterparts.

Enraptured. (Photo from DailyMail.co.ok)
C'mon, peeps. Why do we REALLY want to watch Fifty Shades?

Because of the sex scenes, of course!

Those who already watched the movie which debuted in Philippine cinemas (except for the SM movie theaters) last February 11 will probably give you mixed feedback regarding their experiences in watching the movie. The biggest letdown, of course, came in the form of those black blobs that conspicuously showed up on the main characters' private parts during steamy scenes. Quite frustrating, considering that the movie was already given an R-18 rating. Seriously, people 18 years old and up have already seen what has been covered in the movie, at least, in front of a mirror. That's why I don't get the black blobs despite the R-18 rating.

Unfortunately, it was the film's producer, Columbia Pictures, who inserted the blurs and blobs in the hope that a lower rating can be generated from the local movie review board --- an R-16 at least. A rating lower than R-18 means that the film can be allowed to run in SM Mall-owned movie houses. SM Malls, incidentally, have the most number of movie theaters scattered across the country. Despite all efforts, the Movie and Television Review and Classification Board (MTRCB) still went for an R-18 rating despite the blurs and blobs, and the film's chances of being run in any SM Mall went kaput.

However, apparently the SM Mall non-showing is no longer an issue. All the other cinemas are now showing Fifty Shades, and they're benefiting big time from it. (Hahaha, this time, you've been PWND, SM.)

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The story itself is not exactly unique. Quite frankly, I read Mills and Boons books with better plots. My friend, Mignonette, gave me among the best critiques I ever heard about the book: some books, when you finish, you'd love to read again. Fifty Shades isn't one of those books - unless you already bookmarked the sex scenes for those lonely nights when you only have your own hands for company.

Author of the Fifty Shades trilogy, EL James. (Photo from 
You do have to hand it to Fifty Shades author, EL James, for boldly using the taboo concept of S&M (sadomasochism) and integrating it into a typical obnoxiously-rich-and-hot-guy-falls-for-mousy-girl-next-door story. The uncanny mix, despite the corny lines and the apparent lack of research into the real world of BDSM (Those with that kind of fetish are up in arms over EL James' depiction of the deed), turned into an instant hit among women across the world who have never in their dreams thought of reading porn in public until now.

Hollywood just couldn't resist the pull of a potential money earner in Fifty Shades. And they were right. The same women who engaged in reading this so-called "mommy porn" are now falling in line at the theaters, and those too lazy to read now have the chance to find out what the buzz was all about.

Never mind how the actors in the movie were apparently panting and sighing their lines all throughout the movie (I'm just basing this statement on the trailers). They could've casted Jimmy Fallon and Tina Fey to play Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele respectively, but the droves of fans would still come to watch the movie.

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Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson as Christian Grey and
Anastasia Steele respectively. (Photo from MarieClaire.co.uk)
In the office, on the streets, online...the common question one would hear is, "Kailan tayo manonood ng Fifty Shades (When are we watching Fifty Shades)?" Even my girl gang from elementary days is marking this on their calendars and setting the sked for our Fifty Shades movie date.

If ever our movie date does push through (As of last FB private messaging, chances of our movie date turning into a dinner date are getting higher, haha), I'm just going to watch it to see how much of the film stayed true to the book, and how the steamy scenes will be executed without going too hardcore. (Erotica-induced imagination can be quite graphic, you know.)

Last I heard from the reviews, the movie ditched the annoying "inner goddess" schtick of Anastasia, thank God! I know that was supposed to be Ana's ego given a place of importance in the book but for goodness' sake, it was utterly annoying!

I'm also wondering if the scene where Christian still has sex with Ana despite her having her period makes it to the movie. That part must be one of the messiest love scenes if ever it did make the cut.

And yes, once again, those blobs of blur.

Well, blobs of blur or not, these apparently aren't stopping the Filipino Fifty Shades fans from trooping to the non-SM movie theaters to have their fill of Christian Grey and Ana Steele in various degrees of undress and positioning.

Yes, Mr. Grey, we will see you now.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Cubao Expo Adventure: 360 Degrees of Cuteness in My Breathing Space

Welcome to Boho Heaven! (Photo from AITSalimbay.wordpress.com)
So here I was just walking off the beaten path in Cubao when I chanced upon an area that I haven't visited in years. The place used to be a dusty center called the Marikina Shoe Expo but sometime during the turn of the millennium, it was transformed into a Boho hub with quaint little shops of curios, collectibles, and vintage stuff; comfy and affordable eating/drinking nooks; and since it was a shoe place before, it retained some of the old shoe stores with products hailing from Marikina.

Even its name underwent a minor transformation to complement its actual location -- the Cubao Expo.

It was early evening, and Cubao Expo was bathed in mellow light. I passed several small restos hoping for a quick bite before going home when this shop literally called my attention:

My Breathing Space Collectibles and Gifts, where having an eyeful is an
understatement. (Photo from personal archive)
The display window was just teeming with the cutest stuff ever assembled in front of any display window I have ever seen!

That night, I just parted with a relatively big sum of money so my budget was already teetering on the red side. However, it was not everyday that I could visit the area so my curiosity urged me to enter this shop.

Lo and behold! An eyeful of nifty treasures literally greeted me as I stepped inside. I was still trying to digest the cuteness overload of the place when my head panned to a corner near the window. And there it was: a whole section dedicated to my favorite predator, the cat!

I finks I just dieded and went to Kitteh Heavun! (Photo from personal archive)
Something tiny and shiny caught my eye - a small note holder in the shape of a black cat. I asked the friendly store assistant how much it was and I was surprised to find out that it was worth a reasonable P150. Despite my tight budget, I just HAD to purchase it.

And now, my new acquisition stands among my other cat collectibles on my office desk.

I iz da nu meow on da block, er, deskz. (Photo from personal archive)
While paying for my black cat with the rhinestone eye, I got into a pleasant chat with the cashier who, I realized after a while, was actually the owner of the place. Introducing the proprietor of My Breathing Space Collectibles and Gifts, Mr. Gard Calub!

The blogger with the owner himself, Mr. Gard Calub. Calub is the one on the
left, in case anyone asks. (Photo from personal archive)
Who would have thought that someone with a background in science (The man is a full-fledged chemist, mind you!) would end up putting together this menagerie of items and opening a shop as lovely as My Breathing Space? Gard would only laugh at what the Fates have brought him and say, "It's my passion. You just got to have passion to get into something like this."

Even the ceiling is adorned with various mugs and chimes. (Photo from
personal archive)
During our chat, Gard related that he started out as a hobbyist, collecting stuff like figurines, posters,
pins, and other small items. This hobby slowly grew on him as he became more aggressive in finding hard-to-find collectibles. When he already had enough to fill a store, he opened My Breathing Space. And Cubao Expo is probably the perfect spot in the city to open a shop such as this!

It's amazing how Gard managed to maximize every bit of space in this shop with strategically placed items. The curious visitor like me will be pleased to see a certain space dedicated to a specific theme - just like the cat section.

Of course, if there are cats, there also must be dogs.

Woof! We haz our cornur too. (Photo from personal archive)
Then there are owls...

Hoo...wants to bring us home? (Photo from personal archive)
And Harry Potter takes his spot among the small breakables and timepieces.

No horcruxes here; just Harry. (Photo from personal archive)
Gard's Coca Cola vintage collection is epic!

(Photo from personal archive)
(Photo from personal archive)
The observant visitor will notice that many of Gard's collections, especially the more fragile and rarer ones, are elegantly and thoughtfully displayed in glass cabinets like these. 

Not for touching - unless sold. (Photo from personal archives)
I was not able to ask Gard why he named his shop, My Breathing Space. I could only surmise that despite the shop being filled to the hilt with attractive and delicate stuff, these same items never fail to put a smile on every visitor's face. One is guaranteed to find an item he/she will fall in love with among his menagerie, and even if the visitor does not manage to purchase anything, he will leave My Breathing Space with positive vibes. Positive vibes = symbolic space to breathe and relax. My Breathing Space. Legit? Legit.

So next time when you are in the Cubao area, veer away from the malls and get lost in Cubao Expo. And if you need an extra pick-me-upper, be surrounded by 360 degrees of cuteness and visit My Breathing Space.

It's a high like no other.

(#)

Note: I would like to thank Gard Calub for allowing me to take pictures inside his beautiful shop of collectibles and other nice stuff. This is the kind of trust he does not usually bestow on others after an unfortunate past encounter inside the shop several years ago. Once again, thank you.

Friday, January 30, 2015

The Justice We Owe Our Fallen Heroes

Blogger's note: I am interrupting my series on the recent papal visit to write about a very pressing issue involving war-torn Mindanao. I am writing this out of anger and frustration that such an encounter could happen in the middle of discussions for the drafting of a peace accord in Muslim Mindanao. I am also writing this as a tribute to the 44 slain members of the Special Action Forces (SAF) of the Philippine National Police (PNP) whose deaths serve as a grim reminder of the fragile status of moves aimed at laying the groundwork for peace in the area. May their ultimate sacrifice serve not as the impetus for an all-out war in Muslim Mindanao but as a reason to further push for long-lasting peace.

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Caskets containing the slain members of the PNP-SAF unit arrive in the 
Villamor Air Base. (Photo from Inquirer,net)
By now, the Internet is a-buzz with news about the failed military/police operation in Mamasapano, Maguindanao.

For those still in the dark regarding this incident, allow me to provide a summary of events:

- There are three parties involved here: the members of the PNP-SAF; the Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) and its breakaway faction, the Bangsamoro Islamic Freedom Fighters (BIFF), and two high-profile Malaysian terrorists with huge bounties on their heads.

- According to the plan, the SAF unit was to arrest the two terrorists in an area supposedly marked as MILF territory. Apparently, the MILF present there did not get the memo and proceeded to fire on the police officers "in self defense."

- Early into the encounter, the SAF troopers were requesting for military backup as they saw that they were slowly being overwhelmed by their enemies. Their military counterparts did not take the call seriously since as far as they knew, a ceasefire was in effect in the area. By the time military backup did arrive, the troopers were already falling down like flies.

- The SAF troopers got cornered in a cornfield by a river which did not offer much shelter from sniper fire. They were virtual sitting ducks being plucked one by one by the Muslim rebels. When the smoke finally cleared and their bodies were strewn all over the field, they were even divested of personal valuables and firearms.

- Meanwhile, as of this writing, it is still not sure whether the SAF unit's original targets were killed in gun battle or not. The Muslim camp says that they are still alive. Government intelligence sources, however, note that Marwan - the more prominent terrorist between the two - has been killed. Until a DNA sampling and confirmation is made can we be sure of his continued existence or death.

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For as long as I can remember, clashes with forces from the Moro National Liberation Front (MNLF), MILF, and all of their other factions have become commonplace already. Government attempts to put a stop to the war by offering its hand in peace, only to be bitten by a breakaway faction with a new set of demands. It has happened time and again, with no apparent resolution in sight.

That is, until recently when the Bangsamoro Basic Law (BBL) was drafted after a series of power sessions with numerous representatives of Mindanao Muslim groups.

While the said law is still being deliberated on, both parties agreed to the cessation of hostilities.

The ceasefire is probably what set the operation for the arrest of the two Malaysian terrorists in motion.

Unfortunately, even in this supposed ceasefire, there are simply those who do not want an end to the war. These people are making a living out of this war through gun-running and terrorism, then they mouth words from the Koran to justify their thirst for power, money, and blood.

What better way to sabotage this ceasefire than by literally pulverizing an entire battalion of police forces then saying that they only did it because they felt that they were being "invaded" in their territory?

This particular trait of some Muslim factions is what prevents me from fully blaming their side for the deaths of the 44 SAF troopers.

It should already be a given that one cannot simply trust some of our Muslim brothers to keep their word.

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So once again, we ask the question: who really is to blame for what Department of Interior and Local Government (DILG) Secretary Mar Roxas now calls a "misencounter" in Mamasapano, Maguindanao?

One only has to follow the hierarchy of the chain of command in the PNP and Armed Forces of the Philippines (AFP) for an idea.

It is bad enough that the commander-in-chief himself was privy to the conduct of these operations.

Sacked PNP Director General Alan Purisima (L) and Pres. Noynoy Aquino (R)
in better times. (Photo from Rappler,com)
What's worse was that the said operation was being directly overseen by Pres. Aquino's most trusted ally, the controversial former PNP Director General Alan Purisima.

Purisima was sacked several months ago by Malacanang due to growing pressure from the public
borne out of reports of his allegedly unscrupulous amassed wealth.

Several police sources note that despite being relieved from office, Purisima was still made to oversee the operation, Had it turned out to be successful and the fugitives brought to justice or killed in battle, that would make for a whopper of pogi points for the embattled general.

This was also the probable reason why several other government personalities like Roxas and the OIC PNP Chief Leonardo Espina were not let in on the nuances of the operation. There was the danger of them "stealing the thunder," so to say, from Purisima.

So...that's it, then. All these deaths for the sake of making an Aquino ally's name palatable to the public again.

Talk about an epic PR fail.

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And it seems that the epic PR fails of the Aquino administration just keeps on piling up one over the other.

It took some time before the commander-in-chief faced a nation in shock over the slaughter in Mamasapano. And when he did face the public, it was to tell us hapless citizens that it was not his fault.

Then when the caskets bearing the fallen SAF troopers arrived in the Villamor Air Base yesterday, the commander-in-chief was not in sight. At all.

Soon, he turns up at an inauguration for a car plant in Laguna.

His spin doctors in Malacanang hastily grab the microphone to clarify that he is not snubbing the rites for the slain men, and that he was to appear at the necrological services in Camp Bagong Diwa.

When he does appear, he arrives late at the venue. As for providing empathy in the slain SAF troopers' families time of grief, he instead brings back the attention to himself and his trauma brought about by the death of his father.

In both instances, never did he mention any accountability on the side of government.

And once again, we find ourselves smacking our foreheads with another collective facepalm in the light of this bloody comedy of errors.

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(Photo from Tempo.com.ph)
As for establishing long-lasting peace in Mindanao, can it still happen?

The nation is divided. One decides that there is no point discussing peace anymore with these Muslim groups whose words cannot be trusted. Furthermore, this sector believes that the only recourse now is to give them what they want -- an all-out war.

The other sector meanwhile believes that the ultimate sacrifice of the SAF unit in Mamasapano, Maguindanao will be all for naught if we do not press further on toward an agreement that would finally forge the foundation of lasting peace in Mindanao.

I tend to lean toward the latter. I simply cannot see any other option but to uphold peace in an area scarred by the ravages of war. It is easy to call out for war when one is just a spectator watching TV or surfing the Net from the comfort of his home. But given a situation where he, his family, and his friends are caught in the maelstrom of armed conflict, he might have a vastly different opinion.

Let me be clear, though, that this peace must come with conditions, considering that there are still armed groups in Mindanao who will definitely oppose this move. I cannot enumerate these conditions yet as I am still clueless myself on how to contain the traitors not just from among the Muslim ranks but from government's ranks as well. One condition does come to mind though - for whoever orchestrated this plan to lead a group of policemen to a virtual lion's den to be held accountable for these valiant men's deaths.

Let us see justice being served first before returning to the table to discuss peace.

This much, we owe to our fallen brothers in arms.

This much, we owe to the wives, parents, siblings, girlfriends, fiancees, and children they left behind.

Friday, January 23, 2015

The Papal Chronicles Philippine Edition: The Hugging Pope

If I was the security detail of Pope Francis, I'd probably die early from too much stress.

In the Philippines alone during his recent visit, imagine the number of times the good pontiff broke through the protective shielding of his men in black just to be near the eager pilgrims.

Just watching him on TV, I kept on imagining snipers hiding in one of the buildings along the papal route getting a good aim of Pope Francis as he passed by in his very open Popemobile. Hordes of bodyguards would simply be no match for a sniper's bullet aimed straight for the Pope's head.

Even with no potential snipers, the crowds could still be a source of pain. If only one of them decided to reach out, grab the Pope's hand while he and his bodyguards passed by in the Popemobile, and not let go, then we'd be having a Pope with a broken arm and a generous helping of disdain coming from the international community.

ROCK STAR. Pope Francis approaching the crowds upon his arrival at the
Mall of Asia Arena for his meeting with families. (Photo from
Yahoo News Philippines)

AMID A SEA OF YELLOW. Pope Francis greets pilgrims in Yolanda-
stricken Tacloban City despite the inclement weather. (Photo from Wikimedia)

See those crowds? And see how Pope Francis could have been an easy target?

I am just grateful that the Pope has a guardian angel with a shield the size of the Tacloban Astrodome to protect him from any ill-willed individual. Otherwise, we'd be having an international crisis in our hands.

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Despite all the risks he was putting himself into, Pope Francis still made it a point to reach out to the people, especially to those who tirelessly lined the entire papal route and the various venues where his holy essence was shared.

And what better way to reach out to the Shepherd's flock in the Philippines than through the most calming and most sincere gesture of love and concern -- a hug!

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Even before Pope Francis came to the Philippines, we already knew his penchant for breaking protocol and undoing frivolous traditions in the Vatican. Simplicity and humility were already touted as his strongest traits, having been born into a middle-income family in Argentina. He was most comfortable with the impoverished, and he allowed himself to be immersed into their world. Having seen the plight of the poor, and comparing it with some of the ostentatious trappings of life in the Vatican, he decided that he will have none of that Vatican frou-frou and instead, continue embodying the lessons he learned from his dealings with the have-nots.

Which is why even when he was here, Pope Francis insisted to wear the typical priest's black pants and shoes under his cassock instead of the recommended white pants and red loafers intended for pontiffs; why he wanted simple meals instead of gustatory feasts; why he wanted less of his face plastered on billboards and tarpaulins while doing the rounds in his visit; and why he wore the same yellow plastic raincoat being worn by attendees to the mass in Tacloban City and braved the rains with them.

He just could not get enough of being one with the people.

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Going back to the papal hugs.

What is a hug, anyway? It is probably among the most positive, barrier-breaking gestures any person could offer to his fellowman. In giving a hug, one also receives a hug, and it allows for a sharing of warmth and fragility. It is the non-verbal way of saying, "This is just me, nothing more, nothing less, and I am offering what I am to you."

This pope is very generous with his hugs, much to the consternation of his security people and the Vatican conservatives.

After all, we do know that Pope Francis is the Vicar of Christ, the successor of St. Peter. How cool could it be to be locked in an affectionate bear hug with this holy man?

Apparently, after his visit to our country, many Filipinos already know what that feeling is.

It must be as if you're embracing Jesus Christ Himself.

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Probably the first Filipino personality to benefit from Pope Francis' propensity for hugging was Manila Archbishop Luis Antonio Tagle. Archbishop Tagle encountered the Pontiff in Rome during a meeting in Vatican that was scheduled a few days just after Super Typhoon Yolanda struck Central Philippines. They were already friends even before Yolanda and his rise to the papacy happened, which is why the embrace between the two was one borne out of deep concern and a need to console an injured populace through its representative in the Church.

CONSOLING. Pope Francis embraces Arch. Luis
Antonio Tagle after the former learns of the
catastrophe brought about by Super Typhoon
Yolanda in the Philippines. (Photo from Rappler)

Then came the numerous hugs he gave during his actual visit, especially to the children.

WEEPING IS GOOD. Former street kids in the UST youth encounter.
(Photo from Yahoo News Philippines)

HUGS. "Can I hug you?" asked a former street kid who was among those visited
by Pope Francis at the halfway house, Tulay ng Kabataan.
(Photo from CBCP News)

GROUP HUG. Youth attendees in UST (Photo from Yahoo News Philippines)

WELCOME HUG. This little boy was among the first to get a hug and a kiss from
Pope Francis upon his arrival at the Villamor Air Base for his Philippine visit.
Pres. Noynoy Aquino looks on. (Photo from PhilStar.com)
Needless to say, the Pontiff was also very generous with his kisses to babies and children among the crowds.

Kissing in Luneta. (Photo from BBC)

Kissing in Malacanang Palace just before the Pope's meeting with the
President. (Photo from Yahoo News Philippines)

Kissing a child with special needs at the Mall
of Asia Arena
. (Photo from Yahoo News Philippines)

Kissing in the rain. (Photo from PhilStar.com)

Pope (now Saint) John Paul II, another charismatic pope, also had a penchant for kissing babies, but - correct me if I'm wrong - I never saw him giving away hugs as much as Pope Francis did.

Now, Pope Francis connected with his flock - and was not afraid to do so. I even heard stories about him sacking his former security detail because of their being too huffy-puffy over him, not allowing him the chance to come close to the people who came out to see him.

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He may be as unorthodox as unorthodox can be, but perhaps Pope Francis is exactly the kind of pope the Roman Catholic Church needs. In an era where spirituality and moral ascendance is being set aside for the problems and trivialities of the modern world, he is showing to us that he - and the whole institution he is representing - is in the here and now. And he is sending that message in the simplest of terms possible so that it can be easily understood and taken to heart.

The message is still the same and remains pure - to love, as Jesus Christ taught us.

Thus, to continue spreading the Word, Pope Francis visits countries like Sri Lanka and the Philippines. He consoles survivors of tragedies. He holds masses in the rain before multitudes of people. He reaches out to the oppressed and weeps with them.

And he gives hugs.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Papal Chronicles Philippine Edition: Introduction

The Philippines, the nation with the biggest Roman Catholic population in Asia, was blessed over a span of five glorious days with the visit of a personality of our time, Pope Francis.

From January 15 to 19, 2015, we Filipinos became witnesses to a monstrous surge of spiritual renewal as only Pope Francis could make it. In this five-day period, the pontiff met with people from various walks of life from poor families to Yolanda survivors to the youth sector, and all were enthralled by him.

And, as it turned out, he was just as enthralled by us.

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The following articles will not be as long as my previous ones on Yolanda (which, as of this writing, has yet to be concluded). 

The trouble nga naman about writing lengthy articles is the tendency to stop somewhere in the middle then trail off from there, essentially rendering the work incomplete.

Sayang naman (It would really be a pity) if I start rambling about this beautiful person who just visited Philippine shores, then discontinue what I started.

You will also notice that the next articles on the papal visit will not be in chronological order. After all, almost every source of news already laid out the Pope's schedule from Day 1 until he left so I don't need to revisit his schedule.

So there, let's get this thing started, and allow me to give you the Papal Chronicles Philippine Edition!

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Typhoon Ruby: The Side Stories

If Super Typhoon Haiyan/Yolanda was by far, the strongest-ever typhoon to be recorded in modern time, Typhoon Hagupit/Ruby could probably be the sloooooooooowest typhoon to ever hit Philippine shores.

If one did not die from a storm surge or from flying/falling debris caused by Ruby, he/she would've probably died from anticipation as to when exactly this monster was leaving.

Nevertheless, Ruby's extended stay gave way to many side stories worth passing through a whole gamut of emotions for. Some are funny, some are irritating, some are saddening...Like I said, the whole lot.

Let's look back at the past days and see the whole impact of Typhoon Ruby's recent unwanted visit to the Philippines.


LIKE A WOMAN WITH PMS

Satellite photo of Typhoon Hagupit as it was moving toward 
the Philippines (Photo from NASA/JAXA/SSAI, Hal Pierce)
From the beginning when Ruby was still being identified by her international code name, Hagupit, this weather disturbance was already unpredictable. So many weather forecasting agencies were honed in to its formation, speed, and track, but none of them could really pin down Hagupit's next move.

When she was already just outside the Philippine Area of Responsibility (PAR), weather forecasters were still at odds as to whether Hagupit was going to make landfall in the Philippines, or skirt the Eastern Seaboard and curve toward Japan.

More nosebleed-inducing was how forecasters would peg Hagupit as a Category 5 cyclone, only to downgrade it to a Category 4 storm, then back to Category 5, then...well, I guess you get the idea. So imagine if you are among the shell-shocked Leytenos still traumatized by last year's bout with Yolanda, you'd be scared shitless -- pardon the French -- with the thought that you'd be going through the very same thing again. Hashtag deja vu much.

It was bad enough that Ruby was being compared to Yolanda; it was even worse that even the best weather forecasters with their shiny shimmering equipment could not agree on the exact time of this typhoon's landfall because of its oft-changing speed. Then when she was already within the PAR, PAGASA would note how Ruby would make a slight curve upwards, remain steady, strengthen, weaken, go faster, go slower...

Yes, very much like a woman with pre-menstrual mood swings.


SO SLOW

Eleven excruciating hours. That was how long residents from Leyte, Southern Leyte, Eastern and Northern Samar, and Biliran endured the howling winds and rain of Ruby.

In fairness to Typhoon Ruby, she was not as deadly as Super Typhoon Yolanda. Most Pinoys learned their lesson after last year's experience with Yolanda, which is why casualties were kept at a minimum this time around. Other than that, Ruby and Yolanda had very different "personalities." Yolanda struck fast and struck hard. In less than two days, Yolanda was out of our hair. Ruby...well, she just took her sweet time travelling along the Philippines' bosom, starting out strong but ending with barely a whisper.

Friends and former students of mine from Tacloban and Tanauan, Leyte were in constant touch with me via Facebook through the whole snail-paced movement of Ruby. It was around Saturday mid-afternoon (December 6) when the first wave of rain began to pound the area. Until evening, the wind and rain tore through the area relentlessly. Larissa, a former student of mine, related how frightened they were by the unceasing sound of roofs flapping noisily through the whole din, threatening to peel off at any given time.

The crashing, flapping, and howling in Tacloban was supposed to abate by 3 AM the next day, but Ruby had other plans. It was already 5 AM when she finally ceased. By then, almost no one there had a fitful sleep for a good 11-hour period.

Eye bags were a dime a dozen that day.


WHAT'S IN A NAME?

Some people took note of the iffy nomenclature of this most recent typhoon that wreaked havoc in most of Central Philippines. When it was still outside Philippine territory, its international name was very Filipino-sounding -- Hagupit, meaning to violently toss around or hit in Tagalog. Then when it entered PAR, it acquired a very American name -- Ruby.

What gives, you may ask?

Turns out, the term, Hagupit was among the names the Philippines submitted to this UN agency who, together with this international meteorological agency, has the privilege of endowing names on weather disturbances. The said Pinoy name was applied, together with other local names like "Maliksi," "Danas," "Lupit," and "Talas."

You may read further on this by clicking on this link.

The name Ruby, however, was concocted early on by our very own weather agency, DOST-PAGASA (Department of Science and Technology-Philippine Atmospheric, Geophysical, and Astronomical Services Administration). A bit of trivia regarding our local typhoon names: among the names of typhoons for 2014, one was eventually scratched off the list because of a person with the same name who has earned Internet fame/notoriety due to his sex videos with young ladies.

I won't share a link -- just Google the name, Kanor.


PAGASA -- ZERO TO HERO

A PAGASA weather forecaster analyzing Typhoon Ruby's
track. (Photo from GMA News)
I have to admit, I was among PAGASA's bashers when tracking of Ruby started. Other international weather forecasting agencies were up-to-date with satellite photos and maps showing the development of Hagupit and her movement toward the Philippines. Most of them would give updates almost every hour. On the other hand, PAGASA was frustratingly slow in sending out weather bulletins. Even more frustrating was the fact that they really seemed clueless at first as to the typhoon's path.

To make matters worse, PAGASA's website which was among netizens' main link to information on Ruby was already crashing due to the sheer volume of network traffic.

The poor guys were turning into laughing stocks to the point where DOST Chief Mario Montejo had to face the press and emphasize that their data on Ruby was more reliable than that of other weather agencies. He stressed that the proximity of their weather instruments to the typhoon made for better readings, thus making for more reliable data.

As Hagupit moved closer and closer to the Philippines and was renamed Ruby as soon as it entered PAR, people realized that Sec. Montejo and the rest of PAGASA's weather forecasters were right.

It no longer mattered that bulletins on Ruby had a six-hour interval. PAGASA was spot on with its forecasts.

Even CNN was already looking at PAGASA's forecasts as one of its main sources of information regarding Ruby's track.

PAGASA bashers like me ended up with the perennial egg on our faces, but I don't mind. I'm just happy that they proved me wrong.

The men and women of PAGASA who barely slept or ate during those dark days (You could actually see it on their faces during every press briefing, the poor laddies.) are among the big heroes of Ruby's onslaught.


CASUALTIES KEPT AT A MINIMUM

For such an erratic storm like Ruby, it would be impossible to hope that there would be zero casualties after it leaves.

True enough, in Ruby's wake, the death toll was, as of press time, pegged at around 20. There are government agencies who are still debating on the actual tally since some of the deaths may not have been directly caused by the typhoon.

In the Yolanda-stricken areas, there were zero, I repeat, ZERO casualties.

Having a zero, in this case, is a really good thing.

So I guess the formula for zero casualties is this:

                                     trauma from a previous catastrophic typhoon
                                     mass evacuation from coastal areas
                                     early warnings
                                     a more cooperative and more informed populace
                                  + LGU initiative____________________________
                                     ZERO CASUALTIES

International agencies are now lauding us for our disaster preparedness in the light of Typhoon Ruby. Just imagine how difficult it was for the Philippine government to move around a million individuals to higher and safer ground -- the highest-ever recorded number of people evacuated -- but they managed to do so.

This is one really strong manifestation of the Philippines learning its lessons from Super Typhoon Yolanda.


TELCOS WEATHERING THE STORM

Last year with Yolanda, among the most severe effects of the typhoon's lashing was the total shutdown of all broadcasting and communications facilities. For around 15 harrowing hours since the last news report from Tacloban City, there was a news blackout. No one outside the affected areas knew what the heck happened to their friends and loved ones. Then when news started trickling in, there was no good news -- only one bad news  after another.

Telecommunications was also on the blink, and much as we outsiders wanted to get in touch with our relatives and friends to know if they survived the storm, we could not -- and vice versa on the part of those who weathered the storm. Yolanda hit on a Friday, but I only managed to hear from my family Sunday morning. Believe me when I say that not knowing whether your family is dead or alive with no means to communicate with them is probably among the worst things one could ever feel.

This time around with Ruby, things were a little different. The telcos were readier to face the storm. I don't know exactly how they did it but a manifestation of their disaster preparedness was the fact that even while friends in Leyte were being pummeled by the storm, they were still sending blow-by-blow updates on Facebook and Twitter. (Larissa Dy, this is YOU, hehehe.)

And for this, the local telcos (Globe Smart, and Sun) deserve a pat on the back.


A STUDY IN CONTRASTS

Bunkhouses made for Yolanda survivors by the Philippine
government now destroyed by Typhoon Ruby. (Photo from 
Going back to the Yolanda-devastated areas that were once again visited by Typhoon Ruby, one scene made for a very stark study in contrasts -- the temporary shelters built for survivors whose homes were destroyed by Yolanda.

Housing units built by private/corporate entities and non-government organizations managed to withstand Ruby's wrath, with very minimal damage.

As for the supposedly international-standard bunkhouses built by the Philippine government for the Yolanda survivors, these came crashing down -- or more appropriately, were blown away -- when Ruby came a-huffing and a-puffing.

So much for this almost-a-million-pesos-worth project.

Despite the epic fail, the Philippine government still tried to defend their trashy bunkhouses, saying that these are just temporary housing units meant to withstand winds of up to 150 kph. Typhoon Ruby incidentally blew more than that so...

Still an epic fail.


IN A STATE OF SUSPENSION

Just another Erap meme.
Still learning from the lessons provided by ST Haiyan/Yolanda, another factor that led to lesser casualties (and drier people) was the timely suspension of classes and offices.

When Ruby was threatening to make itself felt in Metro Manila, many city officials were calling all major broadcasting networks as early as the afternoon before to announce the cancellation of classes in all levels in their respective areas.

All except for Manila Mayor Joseph "Erap" Estrada.

You see, many schools and universities are concentrated in the City of Manila. In fact, there are two University Belts there -- one in the Espana-Legarda-Recto area, and another in the periphery of the famed walls of Intramuros.

My daughter is among those students studying in a university located in the Recto area -- the Far Eastern University (FEU). So just imagine how anxious she was when all the other Metro Manila mayors were suspending classes while Erap was very quiet.

It was early evening already when classes in all levels in Manila were suspended. By that time, my daughter was already cussing in Waray.

I know I should've reprimanded her for the trash talk, but I guess if I was in her place, I'd be using colorful language, too. Haha.


LIGHTS ON

In fairness to the Philippine government, not all of the president's men are as (insert colorful adjective here) as the rest. I gotta hand it to Department of Energy Secretary Jericho "Icot" Petilla who promised to bring back electricity to the Leyte areas within a week after Ruby's landfall. The man did not renege on his promise.

As of this moment, people in the Tacloban-Palo-Tanauan areas are now with light, and can expect a brighter Christmas ahead.


THE WONDER DUO

I had to place this story for last as this is probably the mother of all Ruby side stories -- the epic fails of the Mar Roxas-Korina Sanchez tandem.

Korina Sanchez is a prominent anchor person usually doing the evening news at the ABS-CBN News and Public Affairs.

Mar Roxas, meanwhile, is head honcho of the Department of Interior and Local Government (DILG).

Incidentally, these two are married to each other.

I don't know what it is with strong typhoons that apparently brings out the worst in these two.

They cannot be more meant for each other, I swear.

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Korina Sanchez (L) and Anderson Cooper (R) (Photo from
Last year, Korina made a big ruckus during the news coverage of ST Yolanda's destruction. She never stepped foot in Tacloban City during the critical days after the typhoon struck, but CNN news anchor Anderson Cooper was on the ground seeing events unfolding with his own two eyes and making an in-depth analysis of said events.

Among Cooper's observations was the lack of national government presence in Ground Zero which was immediately bashed by Korina in her radio show. Korina noted how Cooper was a mere foreigner who should not make sweeping generalizations.

Cooper eventually found out about Korina's public berating and made his own statement to debunk whatever she said -- also before the news camera. Rest assured, that shut Korina up for sometime.

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Fast forward to the Ruby coverage, and Korina's golden tongue was at it again.

That time, Ruby was still outside PAR and forecasters were still confused as to where she was headed. She and fellow anchors Noli de Castro and Ted Failon were wrapping up their news for the day when they decided to discuss Typhoon Ruby's path. In a misguided show of nationalism, Korina wished that Ruby would hit Japan instead of the Philippines. De Castro tried to cover up his female co-anchor's lack of tact by saying that perhaps it would be better if half of Ruby would be felt in the Philippines, half in Japan. But Korina was adamant: "Japan na lang, kasi mas kaya nila (Just Japan because they could handle the storm better)."

And once again, Korina ate flak for breakfast.

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Mar Roxas, meanwhile, is just one failed publicity stunt after another. When before he gained political leverage with his campaign strategy of being a Filipino Everyman through his "Mr. Palengke" schtick, this time, mature voters have seen through the spin and are now utterly tired and disgusted by his "masa (masses)" portrayal.

His spin doctors just don't seem to get it. Mar Roxas is no "masa." He's the grandson of a former president, for crying out loud. He never was, never will be. He has never driven a pedicab in his entire life. He never directed traffic. He never hammered nails.

And he never drove through slick and muddy terrain on a motorbike.

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Last year, Roxas suffered from foot-in-mouth disease during his visit to Yolanda-stricken areas. It was bad enough that just before the typhoon hit, he and the rest of their government team came in unprepared. Thus, when Yolanda made landfall in Tacloban, their entire party was huddled like trapped rats in the stairwell of the Leyte Park Hotel with no means of communication. Then as soon as the skies cleared, they were eventually picked up and left the ruined city in a huff.

Roxas did return to Tacloban immediately, only to be at loggerheads with the city's mayor, Alfred Romualdez. It was in one of their meetings on disaster and relief operations where Roxas uttered the famous lines, "You are a Romualdez, and the president is an Aquino," and (while shoving a waiver surrendering Tacloban City to the national government in Romualdez's face which the latter refused to sign), "If we cannot legalize (the turnover of authority to the national government), you'll be in charge. We'll help you, pero bahala na kayo sa buhay niyo (but we leave you in charge of your own lives)."

To say that it left a bad taste in one's mouth is an understatement.

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This year with Ruby, Roxas was once again being his usual "epal" self. (Sorry, I don't know how to translate the word, "epal." I guess to be "epal" is to be too attention-seeking for his/her own good.)

Since Ruby made landfall a bit higher this time, hitting Eastern and Northern Samar in the process, Roxas made it a point to go there instead of Tacloban. Every now and then, his discussions with disaster personnel and local government executives from the area were aired on TV, and he did a good job just repeating what weather forecasters and the LGU reps said. Media got tired of his mimicry and eventually turned off their cameras -- until they stumbled upon this gem:

Photo from GetRealPhilippines.com

Social media was immediately in an uproar upon seeing this photo of Roxas only wearing a baseball cap and not a helmet while riding a motorbike.

You see, there is a law in the Philippines mandating the strict use of helmets when driving a motorcycle. Many motorcycle riders have been apprehended already just because they were not using a helmet.

Then Roxas is caught red-handed in this.

Of course, national government and his partymates were once again quick to defend Roxas, saying that circumstances in Samar merited the use of motorbikes, which is why Roxas was seen driving one. As for his non-helmet status, all Malacanang could say was to quit noticing Roxas' faux pas and to just concentrate on the supposed work he has done there.

What work? For the sake of a photo op?


WRAP UP

The Samarenos who may read this may disagree with me, but despite its erratic behavior, Typhoon Ruby still paled in comparison to ST Yolanda.

In fairness though, it did try to reach Yolanda's status, but failed.

Failure came not only in the sense that nature caused Ruby to weaken as soon as it hit land -- it also came in the form of Filipinos knowing better how to handle a typhoon of this magnitude.

Filipinos came in prepared to brace for Ruby's wrath. Everyone, including national government and other vital institutions, has apparently learned from mistakes committed during Yolanda's time. That is, except for the occasional epals and trapos (traditional politicians) who still have this misguided notion that typhoons are the best times for accumulating votes. (Yes, these creatures are still out there and are thriving like parasites.)

(Photo from InsuranceJournal.com)
With super typhoons becoming the new norm and the Philippines, particularly its Eastern Seaboard,
being the usual welcoming committee for these howlers, it is comforting to know that we are embracing this reality and taking the necessary steps to adjust to the change in our climate.

However, we shouldn't stop with simple adjustment. We are now very much aware of the spectre of global warming and climate change. Being one of those countries being severely affected by these new weather patterns, we also need to play an active part in the worldwide move to mitigate climate change.

There is no point denying it -- global warming is what is creating these super typhoons that will continue to slam into the Philippines, unless we do our own share.

It doesn't have to be flashy or dramatic. It doesn't even require donations.

We just have to be more respectful of our own environment. After all, this is the only planet we could live in. We destroy our planet with our negligence and abuse, we destroy ourselves.

Sir David Attenborough couldn't have said it any better: "There is no question that climate change is happening; the arguable point is what part humans are playing in it."

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