Makati Stand-Off Friday, Nov 30 2007 

November 29, a busy Thursday, as always the case whenever the AAS Philippine office is facing a long holiday weekend.  Specially that today is the last working day of the month and tons of report have to be generated and submitted to the main office.  My staff are looking forward to attend the street party along Emerald Ave. while I’m anticipating the Akon concert that I will watch later.   Our daily grind was interrupted when we heard news of the miliary stand off in Manila Peninsula Makati.

Armed personnel led by (I hate to use this title on him) Senator Antonio Trillanes and Brig. Gen. Danilo Lim holed themselves in Manila Peninsula after walking out of a court proceedings in Makati, in the hopes of launching another people power revolt.   There’s no cable nor TV in the office but we were able to monitor closely the stand-off and military siege unfolds by accessing the website of Inquirer.net and ABS-CBN news.  The stand-off ended around 4p.m. when operatives of the Special Action Force used APCs and teargas to assault Manila Pen and forced Sen. Trillanes to surrender.    In my opinion, what signalled the end of this “revolt” by the senator is the lack of popular support among the masses. 

It’s a deja vu.  1989, the Philippines’ economy is on the upswing then and the Aquino administration is finally getting its act together in moving the country forward.  Until another military coup d etat was staged by then Colonel later Senator Honasan.    The 1989 coup was done a day after Bonifacio Day.  December 1, 1989, I woke up hearing the machine guns being fired by Tora-tora fighters aiming Malacanang.  The rebel soldiers holed up in Makati Twin Towers when soldiers supporting the government came to thrwart the military takeover.   The country took another 4 years to attract foreign investments.   I’m starting to think that I’m lucky that I didn’t invest some of my available funds in an equity mutual fund because surely, the stockmarket will nosedive because of this.

The military/police also enforced a curfew that will start at 12midnight until 5a.m. 

All I Want For Christmas Wednesday, Nov 28 2007 

I only make Christmas wishlists when my staff would post an “All I want for Christmas” list in our bulletin board.   And usually,  the items in my list are for my daughter.  Last year, she received 11 pets from my personnel because of that list.   I prefer to buy things on my own.  Barely a month before Christmas, I still can’t make a choice what to buy for myself as a gift.  I’m thinking of buying an iPhone (my wife wants my Dopod) or an HDTV or a new chronograph and think of it as a reward for myself for what I’ve accomplished professionally for this year.  I’ve reached my financial goals and my mutual funds and UITF portfolio is doing well.    Our family business may not be doing as well but its not doing bad either.  So I can afford to splurge a little and do some conspicuous consumption.    But the happiness material things provide is just temporary and oftentimes, superficial. 

All I want for Christmas?  That’s a no brainer, my wife and daughter of course.    But if somebody will give me a gift this Christmas, I wish that would be a DVD or VCD of the movie “Bye, Bye Love”.    It’s a 1995 comedy, yet oftenly poignant, movie about 3 divorced dads coping with the trials and tribulations of divorce, maintaining relationship with their children and moving on with their lives.   This movie was conceptualized when the director, Sam Weisman, was eating one Saturday morning in McDonalds and he saw a group of divorced mothers turning over their children to their former spouse for the weekend visitation rights and he found out that its a weekly ritual of that group.   It’s not an Academy Award winner but its a funny, bittersweet and touching movie.  Though I’ve watched this movie 12 years ago, I would like to have a copy so I watch it over and over again.  For more than a year, I’ve fruitlessly searched for this movie in the local videostores.    We’ll there’s always Amazon.com. 

 

But if miracles do happen during Christmas, and it would really take a miracle for my wish to turn into reality, my wish is to spend one more day with my mother.   This will be my first Christmas without her.  It’s been 3 months since she left and I’m still feeling the void created by her sudden demise.   So many questions, so many words unsaid, so many unfulfilled promises.      To those who are reading this blog, please forgive me for writing very often about my mother.  But writing and talking about the loved ones that you lost is a way of keeping their memories alive, its a way to keep us from totally losing them. 

To those who are very fortunate to still have their mothers, tell her, show her that you love her this Christmas. 

Fight Nights Monday, Nov 26 2007 

 

Yaw-Yan’ Fighting Challenge X

For the past two weeks,  I’m extremely lethargic and nothing could fuel me to hit the gym, not even the news of a muay thai tournament this coming February.  Last Friday was the zenith wherein instead of making a left turn at Julia Vargas St. to go to Ultra, in a fraction of a second, I had a change of mind and made a right turn and went instead to Megamall to check the gun exhibit and watch Beowulf.    Fortunately, I received an overdose of testoterone and adrenaline for two successive nights, thanks to Yaw-yan’s Fighting Challenge and Universal Reality Combat Championship (URCC) XI.

Yaw-Yan’s Fighting Challenge X is a pure-striking mixed martial arts competition and was held last Saturday, Nov. 24.   I’m supposed to compete in this event but I have to beg off due to an earlier commitment to fight in the Philippine Olympic Festival- Muay Thai leg (which is a disappointment due to the organizers’ fuzzy rules).     Fighters or should I say, the “mutants” from my former gym, Yaw-yan Ardigma won 4 out of 5 matches.   These mutants are kids aged 12 to 18 years old whose fighting skills, stamina, resilience and mascularity would belie their age.  

I met an owner of a muay thai and boxing gym in Cavite City who is organizing a tournament this December 10.  I told him I’m an officer of MAP and I  discussed with them about my organization and how his gym will be benefitted if they get accredited by us.   Actually, I have a reason for approaching them, aside from the fact that getting new chapter members is a part of my mandate.  They have the capacity to organize a muay thai tournament.  And that is something that is badly needed not only by the organization but by the RP muay thai team itself.   The President of MAP would only allow the RP team to compete in MAP sanctioned events.  And MAP-Central Gym can only organize a handful of tournaments a year.  So more chapter members with the ability to organize a fight means that there’s a possibility of more tournaments.  More tournaments means more exposure for the RP Team…and also more chance for me to compete.   He he he, I know its shrewd but I’m just embodying Adam Smith’s Invisible Hands Theory.     

URCC XI

The following nightis the eleventh installment of URCC and was held in One Explanade, near SM Mall of Asia.  URCC is the premier organizer of mixed martial art competition in the Philippines today, it is dubbed as the UFC of the Philippines. 

My friend, a kickboxing and Kali instructor, Carlo joined me and my wife in watching URCC.  We saw several familiar faces and acquaintances from different gyms and martial arts club.   Famous celebrities from two rival networks who polarized the Philippines into Kapuso and Kapamilya also watched the event.  Needless to say, its a well attended show. 

Several brothers from Yaw-yan competed, some are successful, some must train harder for the next competition.  The referees, specially Joey Lepiten made several, in my opinion, wrong calls.  Fortunately, one of them was over turned by the judges due to the uproar of the crowd.    There are 5 title fights, with two titles changing hands.  The main event, was a champion versus champion match.  Caloy “Bad Boy” Badura, the middlweight champion squared against Frank “The Crank” Camacho (of Saipan), the reigning Light heavyweight champion.   Frank Camacho has the upper hand for most of the fight with Caloy Badura fishy eyed and wobbling from the repeated knees to the head.   Baduria had a lucky left over hand punch that landed on Camacho’s face and followed up with a right straight to the face that sent Camacho on the canvas, and the match is over. In every match, one needs to be very careful, with your guard always up because there’s always that lucky punch from the opponent.  Camacho’s my guy.  If the two will meet again, I’m sure he will carry the day. 

Seeing the two competition in two successive nights, plus the friends and acquaintances from the other gyms and teams, some of whom I might do battle against with in the near future ,  have given me the impetus to train again.   

Acquired Taste Friday, Nov 23 2007 

Law of Parsimony (Ockham’s Razor)- the least complex explanation for an observation is the best explanation.

Whenever I try to explain something, I always follow Ockham’s Razor, that is I always prefer to explain things at the least complex way.     And each time a foreigner would ask me why I like certain Filipino dishes that are considered revolting for them, I apply the law of parsimony and my response would only consist of two words… Acquired Taste.

Last night is the first episode of Season 2 of Amazing Race Asia.  The contestants landed in the Philippines for the first leg of the race and one of the challenges they must do is to go to Plaza Miranda and eat 8 pieces of balut.   My daughter couldn’t understand why these grown ups are undergoing pure agony just trying to gulp down balut, which is one of her favorite food.   I told her that balut is an acquired taste.  But I ended up explaining to her what acquired taste is… I’ve made a remarkable scientific discovery, Ockham’s Razor doesn’t apply to kids. 

A long list of Filipino common foods wil be considered abominable by western standards.  Aside from the much maligned balut,  my foreign friends cringe when I describe dinuguan, a dish of pig entrails sauteed in pig’s blood and vinegar or when I tell them about Kare-kare, a dish of ox entrails, vegetables, peanut sauce flavored with fermented shrimp.     I remember one time that I tricked a Japanese in sampling dinuguan by telling him that its chocolate soup flavored with vinegar.   One evening, an Irish-American business associate invited me for dinner at Pier One and we ordered the now famous sisig.  He’s singing the praises of that dish and he says that it goes well with beer.   “Take it from me, I’m Irish”, he said.   That is until I told him that its made from pig ears.    At a business dinner, my Italian -American boss commented that my “beef roast” looks yummy.   I told her that its lengua, ox tongue.    Her jaws dropped.   Out of curiousity, she sampled a bite but has to gulp down a glass of cola to wash it down.  I just told her that perhaps, its an acquired taste from the Spanish who colonized us.     A Filipino colleague once said to my Jamaican and Trinidad colleague that you’ll find it hard to eat ampalaya if you’re not pinoy.   And even every pinoy’s favorite sinigang is an acquired taste. 

But if we have these exotic foods, so are the other countries.   Bugs, worms, maggots, crickets and the madagascar hissing coackroach are just street foods in Thailand.  They are being sold anywhere in sidestreets, in the same manner we have fried peanut vendors here.    Persian cuisine  serve oxbrains, Koreans have kimchi, the Chinese have century eggs, the Scots have haggis (sheeps’ internal organs boiled and stuffed in sheep’s stomach) and the Indian have kutti pi, a dish made from goat fetus.   If westerners find dinuguan barbaric then what would they say to Germans, Spanish and residents of Louisiana for having their own version of blood sausage- which are made of cow’s blood or pig’s blood.   

Fortunately, me and my wife are blessed with adventurous taste buds that we are game to sample exotic foods, local or foreign, that nobody has to explain to us that its an acquired taste.    After watching Amazing Race Asia, I went out to buy some balut for my family to enjoy. 

Off Topic:  I have confirmed what my friends in the fitness industry are saying, that Marc Nelson’s cardio sucks, despite his awesome physique.   In last night’s episode of Amazing Race, Marc Nelson choosed to ride a pedicab while his partner push the said cab because he doesn’t like to run and is already gassing out when he reached the pit stop.   I was rooting for them but chances are, they might prioritize their glamor boy images rather than win the game.     

Synchronicity Wednesday, Nov 21 2007 

Synchronicity, the term coined by Carl Jung to describe two unrelated events that had a meaningful occurence.  In layman’s term, synchronicity is coincidence, but of course, the meaning is much deeper and logical than that.   And synchronicity happened to me yesterday.

After my business meeting at UCC The Fort and after buying some books at Fully Booked-Bonifacio High Street, I took my staff, Melvin,  and I went to Clawdaddy for lunch.  At the bookstore he purchased the November issue of FHM with the Brazilian model Arianni Noguiera on the cover.  I told Melvin that I had a team mate at the Red Corner Makati Boxing team who’s a photographer and done shoots for men’s magazines such as FHM and Maxim.  And according to this photographer-friend, his most beautiful subject is the Brazilian model Bruna. 

Later that evening, I have to cut short my training at Red Corner Ortigas to catch the replay of The Amazing Race at Channel 23.  Just when I was about to get out of the gym, I bumped into Edsel, my photographer friend whom I just mentioned to my staff several hours earlier.   It really is synchronicity at work because I haven’t seen Edsel for more than 5 months and it just so happen he wants to try out the facility of the Red Corner’s Ortigas branch.   And I’m been planning not to train last night because I want to catch the new season of my favorite show.   

Love in the Time of Cholera Wednesday, Nov 21 2007 

 Movie Poster

Yesterday, after an important meeting with a scion of a business clan in UCC The Fort, I decided to drop by at Fully Booked at the Bonifacio High Street to look for a book.  I thought of buying a book that is in the wishlist of the person who, without knowing, influenced me to blog and write again and give it to her as a way of saying thanks.

One thing I couldn’t avoid each time I visit a bookstore is that I end up buying more than I intended even though I already have a long list of unread books at my personal library.   I have a lot of unread books that if I will read two books a month, it will take me almost two years to finish them.   Still, I ended buying another book, entitled 1,000 Places To See Before You Die, aside from the the Lonely Planet guidebook that I will give as a gift. 

On display at the new release section are copies of my favorite novel Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.  It has a new cover and it is now a made into a movie with Benjamin Bratt as one of the lead characters.    I resisted from buying a copy for a myriad of reasons and among them, Beck tore my first copy out of rage. 

The novel is a story about Florentino Ariza’s unrequited love for the naturally haughty Fermina Daza, that spanned for more than half a century.   And the title itself has been interpreted in various ways.   I first read this novel way back 1996 and have wished that this should be made into a movie.     My apprehension with the movie is will it be able to capture the essence of the novel and the writings of Marquez?    The novel is full of poetry and magic that I find it unfathomable to put the novel’s words into film.  They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, but no amount of film can capture the beauty of Gabriel Garcia Marquez’ prose.  

My first copy of Love in the Time of Cholera has its own colorful if not foolish or tragic story.    It started with a young man who, like Florentino Ariza, suffered unrequited love from a young lady.  The young lady, despite being wooed for 3 years, accepted another person’s love.  Accepting defeat, he gave her a copy of the book Love in the Time of Cholera.  In the book, he wrote a dedication and stated that he will still love her despite of everything and in the face of everything.  The young lady eventually gave the book to her boyfriend,  who is my friend Donn, when they broke up.  Likewise, she wrote a dedication inside the book.  Donn had another girlfriend and gave it to her.  When they parted ways, the girlfriend returned the book to Donn.   Recovering from the breakup, Donn gave me the book since I mentioned to him years back, that I want to read the said novel.   He requested that I should keep the pages wherein dedications of the previous owners are written because its part of the book’s history.  And he joked that the book is cursed.   At that time, Donn’s words didn’t fell like a warning of what will happen years later.    Snared by the charm of the novel and by the story of the book itself, I vowed that I will never let the book to end with me and that I will pass it on to someone who will also pass it on.    The desire to pass on the book became more intense when the novel was featured in the movie Serendipity.  Nine years after that distant afternoon when Donn handed it to me, the book was torn into pieces and burned by Beck because I’ve been blinded and foolishly gave it to a person  whom I thought was an ingenue but was in reality full of deceit. 

Back to Training Wednesday, Nov 21 2007 

After 11 days of depression and alcohol induced lay-off from my training, I was able to go to Ultra for my sport, Muay Thai last Monday.  However, my plan of just having pure training was snuffed out when Kru Robert, the president of Muay Thai Asso. of the Phil. (MAP)-the National Sports Asso. for muay thai, invited me to run with him at the track.  Not even my excuse that I don’t have any running shoes prevented him from coercing me to run.  Perhaps he thought I’m Abebe Bikila the Ethiopian Olympic gold medalist who runs marathon barefooted. 

I’m trying to avoid any conversation with Kru Robert because he will just pester me with questions about the MAP committee that I head and that a lot of work has to be done specially that kickboxing is now a medal sport in Asian athletic meets.    And then all conversations with him woud lead to stories of how he was able to move heaven and earth for muay thai and kickboxing be accepted by the Olympic Council of Asia as a medal sport.  Fortunately, Beck arrived for the training and I got an excuse to go back to the gym. 

The lay-off did its toll on my body that I am already running on an empty gas tank by the 2nd round of doing the thai pads.  To think that 3 weeks ago, I was doing five 4-minute rounds of thai pads in Fairtex with just 1 minute of rest in between.  Now, my cardio is so low that after two 2-minute rounds, I am already gasping for air.  What made me survive to do 5 rounds is that there’s a 2-minute rest period in between rounds. 

Bragging Rights Monday, Nov 19 2007 

Saturday, November 17, became a regular working day for me and my team due to the fear inspiring phone call from The Boss.   Saturday is suppose to be my bonding day, with my daughter but due to the circumstances, she has to come with me to the office.  At least, coming to the office is a welcome thing to her because she can surf the internet and view her favorite sites.    Then after lunch, I have to bring her to her Kumon class at Shangrila and then returned to the office to oversee my team.  Two and a half hours later, I picked Arphie at Kumon. 

Today’s the November leg of the monthly InQUIZition, A monthly gathering of quizzers who are mainly from PUP.  The venue is as EDSA Central mall which is just across Shangrila.  I have to drop by to get the book my friend Chito borrowed two years ago.   The book’s title is “The Order of Things”, a book on how things in this world are organized into hierarchies and pecking order.   Around the closing months of 2005 was the last time I competed in InQUIZition,  in that year, I won in 8 of the 12 monthly gatherings.  And on those 4 months that I lost, its because I didn’t attend the quiz.  I’m not bragging, but anybody can check Richard Pante’s record.   I still love doing quiz bees, but events, responsibilities and a change in interest (mixed martial arts) have veered me away from the thing that gave me my 15 minutes of fame. 

Arphie and I went to Megamall to have some quality time.  She wanted to have the High School Musical 2 freebies given away by Timezone so I have no choice but to load Php550 in my card.   I chanced upon a group playing on the Super Trivia game and I thought of joining to test my skills and to gain some powertickets.   Of course, I won round after round after round of the game.   When there’s nobody playing but me, I would go back and play with my daughter, constantly checking if somebody will sit and play the SuperTrivia.   During medieval times, knights would often stand guard at cross roads or bridges waiting for another knight whom he can challenge and have a duel.  At that moment, I felt like a knight waiting for a challenger who can add powertickets to my Timezone Card.  Sounds, petty, but quiz for me is a serious matter, and so is the bragging rights that comes with winning. 

I have lost track of how many rounds I played the game and how many swipes I made on my Timezone Card, as long as powertickets are added to my card.  But sad to say, I lost one round.  To a group of students who would confer among themselves first before giving an answer.   The turning point in the loss is when I incorrectly answered this question, “What city in the Philippines, is dubbed as the Rome of the Philippines due to the number of its seminaries and its popular cathedral?”   My first thought is Lipa City, but in a nanosecond, changed my mind and pressed Cebu.  Well, guess what, its Lipa City.  I violated the Quizzer’s Law of First Thought, the first answer to cross your mind is usually the right answer.   This law, was formulated by me when I was coaching Claret High school for their BOTB grand finals.     I have other laws about quiz bee and I think I have to made another article about it.

The Super Trivia doesn’t really give you a good measure of your knowledge because its a multiple choice format.  And choosing the right answer from just 3 choices gives you 30% being of being correct, which means you can guess your way to the game.  Choosing is different from giving the correct answer without the assistance of multiple choices.

That win gave these students some sort of bragging rights because they’ve been observing me play and finally,  they beat me.  But that win also became costly for them because they played several more rounds in trying to replicate their victory but as they say, lighting doesn’t strike the same place twice.  They ended up losing more load in their card.  Call me a braggart, conceited or arrogant.  But when it comes to quiz bees and trivia, I know where I stand. 

My family and I had our dinner at Iggy’s Grill.  Their TV set is tuned it at Channel 7 with the show “Kakasa Ka Ba sa Grade 5?”, the Philippine version of “Are You Smarter than a Grade 5?”.    The contestant for that night’s episode is Atty. Enrique Dela Cruz, he reached the Php500,000 level but have to drop off because he can’t answer the question for that level.  The host, Janno Gibbs mentioned that the highest level so far attained by a contestant.  I told Beck that I beat Enrique Dela Cruz 14 years ago when we squared at Channel 9’s Battle of the Brains.  Its my first time to join the said show but it’s already his second.  In that episode, I bested Enrique dela Cruz and another UST boy, Jose Rizal Coteng.  Joey Coteng eventually became the Battle of the Brains Grand Champion in 1996.    I became the grand champion the following year.  Years later, my wife and Joey became colleagues at Eli Lilly and nobody believed my wife that I’ve beaten Joey Coteng at BOTB.  I just told her to tell them to ask Joey who gave him his only taste of defeat at BOTB.   Joey and I are good friends by the way but we sort of lost touch as we went through with our lives. 

Now, the bigger question, will I join the Channel 7 show?  Yes, if I find the time away from office and my sport. 

Miranda Priestly Monday, Nov 19 2007 

It’s official, my new boss is a personification of Miranda Priestly, the demanding boss from the novel and movie The Devil Wears Prada.  Last Thursday night, I received a call from her at 11p.m. and the call lasted for exactly 1 hour and 27 minutes.   Then Friday night at around 11:30p.m., my phone is again ringing with my boss’ name on the screen.    Its one of those moments wherein you would curse Martin Cooper or Henry Sampson (it’s still a debate on who made the first cellular phone) for coming up with the bright idea of a mobile telephone.   Or discuss with Alvin Toffler that his prediction that mobile communications technology would change the way companies do business and thus, have a social impact on its workers is correct.     At least the Friday night’s, or is it already Saturday?, call is shorter than previous night’s call, it lasted only for a mere 39 minutes and 17 seconds.   But that phone call contains more after shock.   She finds my November 20 deadline is too short for our UPHS project and she needs my team to finish it by Saturday so that on Monday, I can report to her the result.   To quote her, “I don’t care if its a Saturday tomorrow.  I don’t care how many of your staff will render overtime tomorrow, I don’t care how long that overtime will be as long as you finish what needs to be done.  And its up to you how you will inform your team to report tomorrow”.  So at past midnight, I became a Miranda Priestly to my staff, calling them one by one even if some of them may still be having their Friday-payday party, even if some of them maybe already sleeping.    And unfortunately for them, they answered my call.   

 So, eight hours later after that phone call, me and my staff are in our office to finish what Miranda…err, shall I name my boss?, required us to accomplish. 

Rainy Day and Philippine Olympic Festival Friday, Nov 16 2007 

Rainy days and Thursday….err, shouldn’t that be “rainy days and mondays”?  Well it has been a rainy Thursday morning yesterday and I woke up thinking that I have missed the weather news lately because a typhoon entered the Philippines without me knowing it.  But I have appointments to keep, so I have to drag my body to the office.  This may sound cliche but I find inspiration in rainy days.   Rainy days can make you sad, can make you lethargic,  can make you want to stay in your house even if you’re supposed to go somewhere.     But do you really want something as simple as rain to stop you from doing what you must?   Life isn’t all the time sunny, and rains are just life’s little challenges.   Its either you brave the storm that comes your way or be cowed by it.   Remember the Barry Manilow song, “I Made It Through The Rain”?  Mushy? Yes.  But it serves as a memory of a distant past wherein I achieved one of my greatest triumph  at a time of a very dire condition.  And yes, it happened on a rainy day.

Had a long meeting with a Finnish group to discuss our project of sending Finnish nurses to the US and of sending Filipino nurses to work in Finland while waiting for their immigrant visa to the US.   Like the Philippines and the US, Finland is experiencing some problems with their healthcare workers.  Finnish nurses would work in other EU countries that offer better salary and working condition.   

Today’s also the opening of the National Level of Philippine Olympic Festival (POF) for Muay Thai.  I’m supposed to fight in this event but due to some technicalities, I wasn’t allowed to.   In the NCR Level of the POF, I wasn’t able to compete because I have no opponent in my weight category.  And so I thought  that since I signed up with no opponent, it means instant seeding to the National level.    The organizers say that since I technically, didn’t compete in the Regional level, I do not qualify for the Nationals.    To avoid any complications and problems with my Krus, I just gave way.   To say that I’m utterly disappointed is an understatement.   To think that I passed up the offer to fight in Yaw-yan’s Fighting Challenge this November to better prepare for this event.  To think that I even went to Thailand to train for the national competition.    Oh, well, its still not enough to dampen my love for the sport.  Perhaps I’ll just prepare for next year even, if I have to go down several weight category wherein there’s more competition.    Looking at the bright side, its another reason to go to Thailand. 

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