Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Big Brother is watching you

I came into the office this Monday and wondered why the light on my UPS is turned on when I distinctly remember turning it off before leaving the office last Friday. This could only mean one thing: someone must have turned on my computer while I was away. It was easy for me to deduce who could have done such invasion of my privacy over my PC since one of my office's technical personnel, during one configuration session to remotely connect my PC to a common printer, coaxed me to replace my password with a feeble combination. Surely, whoever opened my PC is looking for something, it's just that i do not know what it was and had no idea since there is really nothing of interest among my files.
The little riddle inside my head was solved when, around lunch time on Monday, I was distraught to discover that ALL my favorite websites have been firewalled by our network administrator! All my attempts to access my favorite sites (the ones that brighten my day!) proved futile as I was led to the orange and blue hues of our office's website. *Sulk*
Did I mention that Wernicke's area is among those blocked?
*Sulk*
It was too late. I probably had a hunch that something was wrong when a though occured to me to clear my browser's History so that no one would discover the sites I frequent in case someone gains access to my PC. And I was so damn right. Whoever that person is, all he needed to do was open my browser and pull down my URL window to see my precious web hang outs. And he hit the nail on the head by depriving me of my diversions.
Come to think of it, I had no right to assume that I had the right to provacy over the contents of my PC as in fact, I didn't have any. The computer and the network were properties of my employer and they have every right to pry into what keeps me from doing my job. The thing is, despite my web excursions, I manage to put in work of a quality and quantity that satisfies my boss, as he had recurrently expressed his satisfaction of my team's work output. Oh well, I guess it was a wake up call --- I was wrong to electronically loiter. And even if I do my job well and yet still have so much time in my hands means I can do better and live up to the covetous expectation of my company of my time. I guess, eventually, the thrill and novelty of my web shenanigans will wear off. Considering my unwired existence in my previous employers, having the connectivity brought by my access to the net seemed to me an invitation to see so many worlds , walk so many paths and invade so many minds.
Sigh. It was good while it lasted. From now on, I will reform...
I will now make it a habit to clear my download history and cache each time I end the day and retire my PC.
See me grin.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Big Brother Fever

My heart is crushed. Rico, the hunk with six-pack abs and seductive eyes, my favorite housemate, was the first to be evicted from the Pinoy Big Brother house last Saturday. *Sob*

Assuming that the tally of text votes is accurate (as I had no choice but to assume that, in the absence of auditors from SGV to verify the count the way they used to for awards nights before the Manila Filmfest “Take it1 Take it!� scam) I think Rico’s eviction was brought about not because people didn’t like him but because people, like myself, voted for Franzen, thinking that Rico would have enough votes anyway.

In the first place, it was Big Brother and not the housemates who nominated Rico for eviction. His nomination was spurred by a series of misdemeanors he committed due to his lack of focus. His body was inside the Big Brother house but his mind was floating, drifting away outside. Everybody conceded he wouldn’t have been evicted this early had he not been distracted. Come to think of it, his “distractions� were capitalized by the show: his “aunt� who is actually his real mom, for the first time, admitted to the public the *truth* that Rico was her son and not a nephew, just as Rico was about to step inside the Big Brother house. To compound his woes, someone had the bright idea of showing him a VTR of his ex-girlfriend giving a message to him and saying “minahal naman kita dati�. For someone who is still pining for a love lost, those words confirmed that their relationship is now a WAS. It was putting a three-dimensional period using an ice pick. It was a stab; right in front --- a nail in the coffin. Who wouldn’t jump into the pool and forget to remove his lapel (a wireless, most likely very expensive microphone) after that?

In short, Rico got evicted because he was distracted, which distraction was created by the show itself, in an attempt to stir things up in the precarious first week of the reality show when the housemates weren’t really doing much interesting things to tickle and prick the televiewers’ interest. In hindsight, much of what was shown on the show during the first week was all about Rico: Rico getting close to Chx, Rico staring at his ex-girlfriend’s picture, Rico talking to his ex-girlfriend’s picture, Rico confiding his thoughts on his ex-girlfriend’s interview --- Rico, Rico, Rico! It was out and out an exploitation of a person’s feelings. If this was an experiment in psychology, Rico should have gone straight to a shrink for debriefing. And I didn’t mean that literally.

No wonder he was warmly received as he stepped out of the Big Brother house and even just as well at The Buzz – with his own dressing room and autograph signing at that. It’s just like having the character of the bida of a teleserye killed right when the show is beginning to gain popularity. Well, with the deluge of offers and an avalanche of admirers, Rico will surely gain a three-month headway over other the artistahin among the housemates. Cass, who correctly predicted Ate Racquel’s retention, could be right in predicting a fruitful career for Rico. After all, his charm is so potent even Dwight the dog is nabading. Who wouldn’t, as Papa Rico cared for Lola Dwight for one week, bathing and feeding it, and teaching it tricks.

Well, with Rico out, my interest in religiously keeping track of the goings on inside the house was surely diminished but not totally eliminated. There are other reasons to sustain my interest, but it’s primarily the excitement of prying into 12 peoples’ lives as they go about their daily activities sa Bahay ni Kuya. I will not take my hats off to the creative team of PBB for their choice of housemates as I didn’t think they were able to capture each and every slice of Pinoy life and bring them inside the house, but considering the MTRCB factor, I think the current mix is not that bad. You basically have a glimpse of the lives of 20-something Pinoys from different backgrounds, with different priorities and preoccupations. You have Bob who is an aspiring politician in his town whose initiative to be a leader clashes with the independent minded and sometimes even rebellious housemates. You have Nene who is a woman in the military who magnificently is a misfit in any kind of stereotype and seems to be unobtrusively in her own world as shown by her obsessive-compulsive autistic dancing in one of their weekly tasks. You have Jenny who is married with a kid and is a very nurturing companion to her housemates. She didn’t get a single nomination for eviction, which I think, is a very bad sign– she is just too bland and just blends into the background. Her purported budding attraction with Jason is quickly doused by suspicions of the latter being gay or at the very least, silahis. Jason, of course, is charming with his Batangueño accent and sincere probinsiyano ways but apparently has piqued his housemates’ interest and curiosity about his real sexual inclinations, emphasis on “s�.

Franzen, whose jologs factor is rocket high, easily became my early favorite among the housemates. Even with my liking for Papa Rico, I’d like Franzen to win the house and lot, Nissan Frontier Titanium and 1 million pesos, plus a career as a comedian too. He is very poor as evidenced by his very prominent rib cage and unintentionally small waist. With a body, scarcely with muscle and bereft of fat, and a face, etched with pain and suffering for having a hard life, Franzen is none other than Juan dela Cruz personified.

Everyone I’ve mentioned up to this point qualifies as magaling makisama. All the others I’ll mention next are not necessarily bad, but I think, are very imposing and at times domineering -- sometimes endearing but most of the time, annoying.

Ate Racquel, the eldest among the housemates who is a teacher who pronounces “hot� as “hat� (As in, “Franzen, I think you’re hat!�), is very irritatingly diplomatic – the one who is most conscious of the fact that the whole Philippines, and all the other TFC subscribers in the world, are watching her. She is the one who seems most comfortable with the idea of having a “Big Brother� around. Unbelievably, she never bashes any of her housemates inside, or outside the confession room and simply accepts the way she is treated by rude housemates such as Uma. I hated her even more when she nominated Franzen for eviction when her vote should have gone to Uma who didn’t show her any respect during one of the housemates’ major quarrels. I feel she didn’t want to appear to be vindictive but she ended up hurting one who didn’t have anything against her.

Of all the housemates, my degree of dislike descends inversely to their names’ sequence in the alphabet: Uma, Say, JB and Cass – the sosyal bloc of the group.

My dislike for Uma is quickly decreasing, as I increasingly appreciate his true self. Pinoys do not generally favor brutally frank people and prefer to be always polite and tactful. No wonder Uma is already in a clash with Kris Aquino due to his “Kikay si Kris� remark on his very first day inside the Big Brother house --- nagalit ang taklesa queen sa isang taklesa king. I first got wind of King Uma’s rude frankness – telling Ate Racquel not to speak with him as he is not talking to her, and his persistent refusal to apologize to any of the girls after he made them do a sexy dance in front of him after they have chosen him king. Uma is, hands down, one of, if not the most colorful personalities inside the Big Brother house. He has a love team/catfight team with Cass, he is the only one who can match Nene’s dancing prowess (not the stamina though), and can rival Jason at being suspected as the resident faggot inside the Bahay ni Kuya, with his pitch high and frantic screams when face to face with a cockroach, or a grasshopper.

Very thin and un-sexy Chyx, who was supposedly the “liberated girl� among the housemates (but who didn’t even got on first base with hunk Rico) looked like a nun if placed side by side with almost-always-clad-as-if-ready-for-an-FHM-photo-shoot Cass and Say (yes, “backstabber of Cass� Say with a “salamat po dok� nose) who unabashedly sleeps in JB’s bed (with JB beside her, of course). For that, Say merits a kurot sa singit but after her mom’s appearance at the PBB nomination night and implicit approval of her daughter’s behavior on national (could qualify as international) television, I conclude that her mom deserves a more severe kurot sa singit.

JB in super mareklamo! On the other hand, he somehow redeems himself in my eyes for being a sweet and caring boyfriend to Say. I just seriously doubt if he didn’t have a girlfriend before he entered the Big Brother house. He was the most beautiful in drag but he earned negative points from me for not liking Dwight (as I believe in the you-are-kind-if-you-are-kind-to-animals test) and for insisting on including yosi in their meager budget of 1,500 for 12 people.

Cass is a bimbo, as Uma has accurately assessed. She has a kind heart but she simply sees things differently. I think she is haunted by her insecurity about being a sexy star and bastusin that she has become paranoid about it. She almost always is the source of conflict inside the house. It is perplexing why she is easily offended by the acts of the guys when she herself creates situations for them to lose their respect in her. For one, it’s the way she dresses – pang Baywalk Bodies. Second, her demeanor does not inspire respect. Could you blame Uma for thinking she wouldn’t be offended if he made her soak herself in the pool before doing a sexy dance after she, unprovoked, straddled Uma (as in sat on Uma, facing him) in the living room in full view of everyone? And what about her prank at Jason, persistently pulling down his towel despite Jason’s protestations and declaration that he was not wearing briefs? She would rouse the house with the big tantrum if she was the one who was stripped naked as soon as stepping out of the shower. I see a major fight coming once Cass finds out that Uma thinks she is so cheap and she will be the cheapest sexy star after PBB. But who can she trust to tell her the truth? Surely, not backstabbing Say. Lagot si Uma pag nauna lumabas si Cass sa Bahay ni Kuya.

I think I will remain to be hooked on Pinoy Big Brother. It is certainly a fun and interesting take on the grim and pessimistic, then futuristic, novel by George Orwell entitled 1984. The challenges and punishments inflicted by Pinoy Big Brother on the housemates pales so much in comparison with Orwell’s Big Brother who, if displeased, can totally wipe out a person and leave no trace of evidence that he ever existed. But Uma was surely endearing when he innocently told Big Brother, on the verge of tears, “Naiinis po ako sa inyo…�

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Monday, September 05, 2005

Lagalag at lagablog

When did we start making things so complicated?

I remember when I was young, I used to see a lot of Sampaloc trees lining up the alley behind our house. It made a lot of sense to me when I found out while eavesdropping on conversations of elders that we live in a place called Sampalucan. It didn’t made much sense though that the city where we live in is called Caloocan as I knew from school that look is a gulf but I didn’t see any body of water except for a little estero in Maypajo and in Laon Laan which, incidentally, is no longer there now. Not until I heard stories from my mama and titas that beyond the Libis Gochico and Libis Asistio to our west, you can already view the bay or the looc, hence the name Caloocan. Libis, of course, is a very apt name as it is difficult to descend these streets for being very steep.

Another thing that perplexed me in my youth is a large tract of land less than a kilometer away to the west of our house called Dagat-dagatan. It was perplexing because, as I mentioned earlier, I didn’t see any sea anywhere near our house. Apparently, the whole area used to be fishponds which extended all the way out into the looc. Now the streets of Dagat-dagatan, now Kaunlaran Village, are named after fishes such as bangus, talakitok, tamban and other kinds of fishes I’ve never even laid eyes on. It will come as no surprise if these fishes become extinct, as their former abode has been.

My curious mind thus began to survey the area around: further north in Malabon is a barangay called Acacia, probably called as such after the acacia trees abundant in the area. I suppose Tugatog to the north west was called as such because it was nestled on a hill in one of the higher areas of Malabon, just before the descent towards the palaisdaan or fish ponds. The name Tugatog has long become as misnomer since Madame Imeldific covered up the entire Dagat-dagatan area as her NHA project, thereby obstructing the normal flow of water from the elevated areas to the lower lying areas, and paving the way to the annual floodfest in Malabon, not sparing even Tugatog. I came across a map from Manila, My Manila by Nick Joaquin which shows that the entire area from Navotas (called as such as the area seems to be nabutas, as it was practically submerged in water off the coast of Malabon and Caloocan) to Bocaue, Bulacan subsisted on fishing. Up to now, even if fishponds have been greatly reduced in number, the Navotas Fish Port is still the place to be to source fresh seafood from the Manila Bay or harvested from fishponds in Navotas, Malabon and all the way up north to Bocaue.

Going back to our neighborhood, taking after the abundance of Sampaloc trees in our area, the last few trees of which I still sighted before the great fire of December 18, 1983, I figured that the nearby Maypajo was called as such because the area was abundant with trees called Pajo. I can hazard a guess that it is the same for Maysilo in Malabon but I don’t know if silo is a kind of plant or the area used to be a habitat of wild animals, hence the installation of traps of silo to catch prey. Now, the area called Maysilo hosts the Malabon Zoo in Governor Pascual Avenue in a district where streets are named after fruit-bearing trees. So I guess, may silo would still be apt afterall.

Could Baclaran not be a conjoined word for Lakaran ng Bakla but a reference to the baklads or fish cages in nearby Manila Bay? It could very well be, as I remember seeing a very famous photograph of 1968 Miss Universe Gloria Diaz, a native of Parañaque, clad in en vogue bathing suit, parading by her hometown’s then equally famous beach, way before the terrifying reclamation of Manila Bay.

Back then, who needs road markers and huge welcoming arcs, such as the one in Paniqui, Tarlac, when all you need to do is simply look around and you’ll know where you are? (Incidentally, I wonder if that town is named as such for being rife with bat colonies…)

It is interesting to note where the names of neighboring cities of Mandaluyong and Makati were taken from. As a child, I used to think the Makati area used to be ant infested as its people were probably always itchy, hence the name makati. But what about Mandaluyong? It was only upon reading one of Ambeth Ocampo’s books that I found out why: Makati and Mandaluyong were called as such to describe the action of the Pasig River traversing between them. On the side of Makati, the water is calm and free-flowing hence, more boats can dock on its side --- the katian side. On the other hand, the river is turbulent and rapid on the side of Mandaluyong --- hence, people describe this side as madaluyong. Further down the river near its outlet to the Manila Bay, the river banks are adorned with the wild flowering grass called nilad, thus the name Maynilad which was further abbreviated into Maynila. Further down south you will find Tanauan, Batangas which was named as such when the Taal Lake still opened up to the sea and the town of Tanauan housed a reliable tower to keep watch of bandits from the South China Sea. The original location of Tanauan has long since been submerged under the waters of the lake after one of the volcano’s more violent eruptions closed the gulf off from the sea.

The thing is, these places were not named, they were called. The difference lies in the deliberateness of ascribing a name to a place. People who needed directions back then were pointed to an area where a certain characteristic, physical, geographical or topographical, stands out. Surely, one would not miss Sampalucan as the trees’ branches studded with oblong shaped, small, tightly arranged leaves with brown lumpy fruits wave at you from afar. Thus, the name becomes attached to a particular place for obvious reasons --- res ipsa loquitur, and later on by tradition as villagers pass on by word of mouth how a place is called. As local people would ask, “ano nga ang tawag sa lugar na ito?� loosely translated as “what is this place called?�

Aside from the environmental or topographical characteristics of the place, towns which are habituated and lie outside the wilderness were given names in reference to landmarks. Hence, Arkong Bato, Biak-na-Bato, Pasong Tirad and so on. Obviously, centuries of colonization did not go as far as renaming everything in our midst with the survival of the old names of towns (the use of the Spanish alphabet, notwithstanding) as evidence.

(As an aside to the use of the Spanish spelling, local politicians were in a rift over what should be the official spelling of “Caloocan� City. In 1993, along with the change of leadership from the Asistios to Malonzo, the name Caloocan was changed to Kalookan just when the Department of Education (then DECS) adopted the “Bagong Alpabetong Filipino� to incorporate the Spanish influence in our language and thus, making the use of “c� in Caloocan proper. Actually, I’m really not sure now whether we were Caloocan first of Kalookan…)

People call names out of habit until the etymology of the name is lost. Up to now, a place near the boundary of Malabon and Valenzuela is still called BBB, short for Balintawak Beer Brewery, now the San Miguel Polo Brewery, even if nobody seems to remember what BBB stands for. Of course, San Miguel is “San Miguel� because its first brewery was named “San Miguel Brewery� for obvious reasons --- it was located in the San Miguel district in Manila.

While the art of calling a place used to be motivated by facility of use, it has been devolved into the hands of those in power who has since renamed the places not out of wit but of pomp. By law, names of municipal or city roads are changed by the municipal or city council in the blink of an eye; same goes for the changing of the names of provincial roads by the sangguniang panlalawigan, and the national roads by Congress. Way back in the American occupation, homesick Americans named the entire Cubao and Ermita districts after American states hence, we had New York, Nevada, Virginia, Maryland, Detroit, Chicago in Cubao and Dakota in the old rich district of Ermita. Of course, these streets have long been renamed by authorities to honor other personalities, much to the consternation of confused constituents who one day woke up to find themselves on a “different� street. Well, vestiges of more homesick Mexicans in the Philippines during the Spanish period are still to be found at present with the towns of Pampanga named after Spanish colonies in North and Central America, such as Mexico, Florida(blanca), and Angeles City (after El Pueblo de Nuestra Señora la Reina de los Angeles de la Porciuncula a.k.a. Los Angeles, California).

Culture and society are intertwined with language. The phenomenon of environment-based nomenclature is not exclusive to the Tagalog language. Other languages also employ a simple method of using nouns, sentence construction, and even numerical system. The Chinese written language, for example uses pictographs which originally were visual representations of the idea represented. One only has to look at the Chinese character for China to illustrate this statement: Zhong which means middle is represented by a horizontally placed rectangle, vertically traversed in the middle by a straight line; while guo which represents the idea “land� resembles a fortress, an area enclosed by a fence with a flagpole flying a flag inside. Filipinos, who are not only visual but auditory as well, have onomatopoeic words to describe the rain (tikatik ng ulan), water (lagaslas ng tubig), thunder (dagundong ng kulog), footsteps (yabag) and even one’s fall (lagabog).

Things are not as simple now. It seems that the more we try to simplify things, the more complex - and senseless - things have become. A top view of the San-Juan-Quezon City-Pasig area will not yield a view of greens while looking down on Greenhills, Greenmeadows, Greenpark, and Valle Verde; not blue while looking down Blue Ridge. What would we do without street signs, often stolen or defaced by either greedy or deranged people? Maybe we should rename Epifanio de los Santos Avenue as Smog or CO Avenue and nobody would have to ask why. At least, Wack-wack probably still has some historical or auditory significance which I will try to find out... could it be descriptive of the incessant, whacking sound made by the flapping of nocturnal wings?

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