Monday, November 14, 2011

Mayweather, Pacman and the Losers.


Floyd Mayweather punched Ortiz while the referee was motioning to the timekeeper, not once but twice, and was declared winner. Manny Pacquiao outpointed Marquez and was declared winner in last Saturday's welterweight championship fight.

Some American boxing aficionados groaned, but accepted the decision in the Mayweather case. In Pacquiao's case, some boxing aficionados grunted and SHOULD ACCEPT the Pacquiao win.

I wouldn't be surprised if Mexicans would boo Pacquiao and say Marquez was robbed the game. Of course, they would root for their countryman. But to smart aleck Pinoys who say Marquez won, I don't have patience.

Pinoys who continue to pull down their compatriots are flaunting the Pinoy crab mentality. We've seen this many times. I've seen it many times in work places and events outside the Philippines, amongst fellow Filipinos.

Unlike other cultures, we Pinoys don't support our compatriots.

I have a former officemate whom I requested to ask her editor if I could have some articles published in the community paper where she is a featured columnist. She never got back to me. Much later did I realize that the paper she writes for has the organization I last worked as a regular advertiser.

Well, I left that organization on a sour note; I was accused by the ED as having reported my manager to a big funder. That manager, who drew part of his salary from the funder was a regular no show in the office, and never supported my Unit which was a moneymaker in a non-profit. Now, I heard this manager has been re-assigned in a satellite office and no longer flaunts his "work ethic" in the central or hub location.

Anyways, this part of my life has long been forgotten if not for the just concluded Pacquiao-Marquez fight, which reminded me of the crab mentality I experienced from a fellow Pinoy office worker.

This "I'll pull you down," mentality by some Pinoys shows insecurity and envy.

Some of our fellow "kababayans," especially while working abroad, are always ready to score once they sense that a fellow Pinoy is in tight spot; instead of going to his/her aid, they make it a point to pull the individual down so they can go up and occupy the top/better spot.

Other cultures always come to the rescue of their compatriots. That's why their ethnic groups develop political clout because they are unified, they are cohesive, they support each other. Look how successful Chinese and Indian people are wherever they go. Hispanics, too.

Majority of the judges in the Pacquiao-Marquez fight gave the game to Pacquiao . These judges were in the ringside and saw and heard the punches up close.

To those Pinoys who continue to blab that Manny didn't win, just shut up your big mouths. The game was won by Manny Pacquiao. Yipee yehey.

You LOST.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Bye My Baby Love Van


I'm a rat pack; I keep old bills, expired driver's license, old car insurance cards, bank statements, old credit cards, even slips/receipts of money remittances I'd sent back home many years ago.

I find it hard to let go of things.

So it was especially heartbreaking to see my baby go today.
This afternoon, I said goodbye to my beloved vehicle - a 1999 Plymouth Voyager. I gave it away to my sister. It happened at the Buffalo Border in New York.

Not that I've not been separated from my car. In 2000, I left my baby Van behind when I went back to P.I. And lately, since my stay in Manila has become increasingly longer, I've left behind my reliable Plymouth again.

Me and my Plymouth had seen many roads together. Those travels all over Ontario, to Ohio, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, New York, even to Florida Disney world one time, which saw us driving to Southern cities of Virginia, Georgia, the Carolinas.

Me and my Plymouth had experienced many cold and humid days and nights, together. Smooth and snowy rides. Hills and slopes.

The van didn't give up on me, and I didn't give up on her.

There was this time when we were driving to Steubenville from Columbus, Ohio, late one night, after a five hour plane ride from Los Angeles, and my two passengers were sleeping oh so soundly while rain was raging, and I was the only one awake, and my Plymouth kept me company with her smooth, soothing sound and glide.

It's heartbreaking to let go of a friend, my baby Van. But she will be in good hands - with my sister. I hope she keeps her tidy and clean, as I've done through the years. My Plymouth, she's stills sparkling - like a lady in her prime - despite her 12 years on the go.

I'd miss her, for sure.