9.03.2008

"Michael. Dear Michael..."

"Of course it's you, who else could they send, who else could be trusted? I... I know it's a long way and you're ready to go to work... all I'm saying is just wait, just... just wait and please just hear me out because this is not an episode, relapse, fuck-up, it's...

I'm begging you Michael. I'm begging you.

Try to make believe this is not just madness because this is not just madness. Two weeks ago I came out of the building ok, I'm running across 6th avenue there's a car waiting, I've got exactly 38 minutes to get to the airport and I'm dictating. There's this panicked associate sprinting along beside me, scribbling in a notepad, and suddenly she starts screaming, and I realize we're standing in the middle of the street, the light's changed, there's this wall of traffic, serious traffic speeding towards us, and I...

I freeze, I can't move, and I'm suddenly consumed with the overwhelming sensation that I'm covered in some sort of film. It's in my hair, my face... it's like a glaze... a coating, and... at first I thought, oh my god, I know what this is, this is some sort of amniotic - embryonic - fluid. I'm drenched in afterbirth, I've breached the chrysalis, I've been reborn.

But then the traffic, the stampede, the cars, the trucks, the horns, the screaming and I'm thinking no-no-no, reset, this is not rebirth, this is some kind of giddy illusion of renewal that happens in the final moment before death. And then I realize no-no-no, this is completely wrong because I look back at the building and I had the most stunning moment of clarity.

I... I... I realized Michael, that I had emerged not from the doors of Kenner, Bach, and Odeen, not through the portals of our vast and powerful law firm, but from the asshole of an organism who's sole function is to excrete the... the... the poison, the ammo, the defoliant necessary for other, larger, more powerful organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity.

And that I had been coated in this patina of shit for the best part of my life. The stench of it and the sting of it would in all likelihood take the rest of my life to undue. And you know what I did? I took a deep cleansing breath and I put that notion aside. I tabled it. I said to myself as clear as this may be, as potent a feeling as this is, as true a thing as I believe I witnessed today, it must wait.

It must stand the test of time, and Michael, the time is now."

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10.30.2007

“Don’t Cover the Pre-Ass” Movement


Pre-ass: The part of the body right after the back but just before the ass. Complete name is the post-back-pre-ass but for brevity’s sake, it’s called the pre-ass.


If you’re a commuter, then you know what I’m talking about. I’m sure you’ve seen it. You're just too preoccupied to give it much thought. Anyway, just humor me on this one. Imagine that you’re riding a jeepney. It stops to pick up a passenger. A woman. When she boards, the moment she steps on the platform to enter the vehicle, she immediately reaches behind her and pulls down her blouse at the back to cover herself... She’s covering her pre-ass. A common sight, right? Nothing out of the ordinary. You won’t even notice it unless you try. No big deal, really. Most women do it. Maybe even you do it yourself.

Well, if it’s really not a big deal, if there’s nothing wrong with it, then why blog about it, let alone create a movement about it?

I witnessed an incident just recently that pushed me to create the “Don’t Cover the Pre-Ass” Movement. It happened one late afternoon in Ayala. Going home, I flagged down a jeepney in front of SGV bound for Ayala MRT. Two blocks into the ride, the jeepney stopped to pick up a passenger in front of Glorietta, which is, by the way, an unloading only zone. This fact would come into play later. Anyway, a woman boarded the jeepney. And not just any woman, but a woman. On a scale of 1-10, she’d be an 8.03. A classy lady, she had saloned hair, manicured nails, a body that works out, and not just from Slimmers' but most likely from Gold's. Her shopping bags were Mango and Rustan’s. Actually, I don’t know why she was riding the jeep in the first place, maybe her Benz was in shop, I don’t know.

Upon entering the jeepney, naturally, and expectedly, she reached back. Her left hand was holding the shopping bags and the other hand was behind her, pulling down the blouse to cover her pre-ass. As she was shuffling down the aisle to her seat, something happened. The driver suddenly floored it. As in pedal to the metal.

As any Makati commuter would know, who experienced being late because he had to walk a block instead of stopping right in front of his office building, you can only ride or go down in specific, designated areas. As any Makati driver would know, who experienced getting caught by the MAPSA because of unreasonable traffic rules, these MAPSAs are sneaky bastards. They’re like yellow and green jack(-asses) in the box, just popping out without any warning.

So the driver floored it to escape the fast-approaching MAPSAs. But then he immediately braked to avoid a Toyota Altis in front of him, which apparently, he didn't see before. So if you could just imagine the brute force that we experienced inside the vehicle. Good thing we were seated and we had our hands on the handlebars.

For the woman who just boarded… I have never seen someone fly inside a jeepney before. She fell, no, she tumbled… actually she flew. She flewmbled. That’s how bad it was, I had to create a new word to describe what she did. She traveled 10 feet in a second. I still have to confirm with Guinness, but I think it was a world record.

I was embarrassed for her. It was so embarrassing that I wanted to console her. “Okay lang yan miss, at least maganda ka." It was so embarrassing, she moved two points down the ladder. She went from an 8.03 to a 6.029

The thing is, it could have been easily avoided. There’s no one else to blame but her. It’s not the driver’s fault, even if he loaded passenger in an unloading only zone. It’s not even MAPSA’s fault for being a sneaky SOB. It was her fault. Specifically, it was the fault of her pre-ass. More specifically, this happened to her because she covered her pre-ass. Thus the “Don’t Cover the Pre-Ass” Movement was born: To prevent women from hurting, or worse, embarrassing themselves.

You could say that I could be reverse-psychologizing the women so that they’ll always show the pre-ass for my pleasure, but believe when I say this, seeing a pre-ass does nothing for us.

Ladies, I’ll let you in on a secret, a simple truth would save you from the cumbersome task of covering your pre-ass: It does nothing for us men. And this is coming from a self-confessed, self-proclaimed momonyak. Trust me, you won’t get violated in any way. Looking at your pre-ass is just like looking at your forehead. Compare it with seeing a side-boob. Or cleavage. Or thigh. Now these things would get something going, if you know what I mean. But a pre-ass? It does nothing to us whatsoever. The only time you have the right to cover your pre-ass is when you have pre-ass-cne (similar to back-acne or back-ne but only on the pre-ass).

Honestly though, we can’t fantasize about a pre-ass no matter how smooth or creamy it may be. So the next time you are boarding or deboarding a jeepney, use one hand to hold the handlebars and the other to carry your stuff. Forget about covering your pre-ass.

Join the “Don’t Cover the Pre-ass” Movement.

12:18 | 5 marks

10.04.2007

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8.18.2007

Nice Article on Gerry...


Will Penalosa Win the Triple Crown?
By Brett Conway (Aug 15, 2007) Photo © German Villasenor

Behind on points, chasing a fighter content to keep him at bay with a jab and shoeshine combinations, Gerry Penalosa kept plugging away and didn’t waver from his plan: shots to the body will weaken and put away the already weight drained bantamweight champion.

Finally, the moment came. Jhonny Gonzalez threw a right hand and the southpaw Penalosa dodged it but came back with a left hand of his own. Gonzalez, a good boxer with good fundamentals, brought his right back and with it an elbow to guard the rib cage. It arrived a nanosecond too late. Penalosa’s punch landed just underneath it. It took a second or two before the punch to the liver communicated the pain to his body but when it did he, like Oscar De La Hoya against Bernard Hopkins or Leonard Dorin against Arturo Gatti, collapsed and gasped for breath. All the air in the room must have been sucked down by the audience that witnessed that punch, for Gonzalez hands on the ropes in a corner couldn’t find any for himself. He was counted out with less than a minute remaining in the seventh round. Penalosa became the new WBO bantamweight champion.

Gerry Penalosa, with that one shot, achieved the seemingly impossible. A 35-year old in a division where fighters are usually washed up at the age of 30, Penalosa has beaten down two fighters so far in 2007. Back in March against WBO super bantamweight champion Daniel Ponce De Leon (who defeated Rey Bautista in the first on the same card as Penalosa-Gonzalez), Penalosa withstood an early storm from the hard punching Mexican but came back with precise counters. He threw enough hard stuff at Ponce De Leon that the champion for the first time in his career decided to turn into Sugar Ray Robinson. He danced and moved and jabbed, trying to keep Penalosa away. Although most ringside press appeared to have Penalosa winning, the judges didn’t see it that way and gave the decision to the busier but less effective Ponce De Leon.

With his showings against Ponce De Leon and Jhonny Gonzalez, two fighters ranked highly in the boxing world, both punchers with Gonzalez being a good boxer as well, Penalosa has put himself into an elite position in the sport. In fact, he has shown himself so well that come the end of 2007 I think he will be a candidate for three awards from the bible of boxing, Ring magazine: comeback of the year, knockout of the year, and fight of the year.

Penalosa is probably a no-brainer for comeback of the year. Coming into his fight against Ponce De Leon, many in boxing thought Penalosa a sacrificial lamb for the younger, knockout happy Ponce De Leon. After losing his junior bantamweight title in 1998 to In Joo Cho and the rematch and then twice to Masamori Tokuyama in an attempt to regain his title, Penalosa took a couple of years off. Then, like many ex-champions before and many more to come, he made a come back. Starting in 2004, he had a couple of fights in the Philippines and then took his show to the USA, knocking out Mauricio Martinez on the card of the Ponce De Leon-Al Seeger bout in 2006. When March came and he was about to face Ponce De Leon, many boxing writers worried for his health, hoping that someone in his corner would have the guts to pull the plug if the going got too rough for him and it looked like he was taking too much damage. Instead Penalosa blocked the wild swinging Ponce De Leon’s shots and countered. It was beautiful; it was textbook; but it wasn’t enough to win over the judges who seemed believe that being busy was more important than being effective.

His showing against Ponce De Leon and his knockout of Gonzalez gives Penalosa the comeback of the year. Period.

Awarding a knockout of the year is much more subjective. Really who can choose between two knockouts? Who can decide absolutely which one was better? Even Ring has trouble with that. In 2001 and 2002, Lennox Lewis won knockout of the year honors, the first for his one-punch knockout of Hasim Rahman and the second for his brutal beat down of Mike Tyson. Who’s to say a one-punch knockout or sustained thrashing is better? But arguing the case for one or the other gives us all an excuse to stay in the bar for an extra drink or two. (Disagreement can have its perks.)

But I think southpaw Penalosa’s knockout of Gonzalez is special and should be knockout of the year for a couple of reasons: it was true to boxing fundamentals and its mechanics made it a tough punch to land.

The best knockouts and knockdowns, I think, teach lessons to fighters about boxing fundamentals. When Joe Frazier threw a left hook and knocked down Muhammad Ali, he reminded everyone that a fighter should never lead from the outside with a right uppercut. (Evander Holyfield reviewed this lesson when he knocked out Buster Douglas in 1990.) Penalosa’s shot also taught a lesson. He showed all southpaw fighters how a counter left to the body can beat a straight right hand. The shot he landed is a picture that can be put in any textbook of boxing and therefore is a much better knockout than any eight, ten, or twelve round beat down of a faded ex-champion.

The mechanics of this punch also give it the potential to be knockout of the year. A liver shot is much easier for a conventional fighter to land. His lead hand is right there ready to rip to the body. He can throw a one-two-hook to the body. Or he can counter a right hand with it. For a southpaw it is harder because the hand that throws the punch is much farther away from the target than a conventional fighter’s left. That extra distance should give the fighter receiving that punch an extra moment to block, to brace himself, or to get out of there.

But Gonzalez wasn’t able to do any of those things. Penalosa’s technique on that shot was brilliant and makes him a candidate for knockout of the year.

As for fighter of the year, well, maybe I am overstating the case a bit, but because Penalosa is 35 and we do have over four months of great fights left, I will honor him by saying as of this date, he is my fighter of the year. He is a former junior bantamweight champion and current bantamweight champion without the combination punching usually needed to succeed in either weight class. Instead, he waits for his opponent to make a mistake and makes him pay. In March, he turned Ponce De Leon’s head into a speed bag; this month, he turned Gonzalez’s body into a punching bag. A veteran fighter with smarts, good technique, and a relaxed demeanor in the ring, Penalosa is as good a fighter as someone in his division at his age can be.

There are other candidates for 2007 fighter of the year, sure. Miguel Cotto has beaten Oktay Urkal and Zab Judah. But we can’t make a decision on him until after he faces Shane Mosley. Mosley, too, is in the mix with his win over Luis Collazo but I will wait until after the Cotto bout to settle on him. Ricky Hatton has had a good year beating Juan Urango and Jose Luis Castillo. But in December comes the big test against Floyd Mayweather. Mayweather, with his show-biz victory over De La Hoya, can win it, too. How about Juan Manuel Marquez and Manny Pacquiao? Since they aren’t fighting each other, they are not in the mix. So, if the year ended today, my vote would go to Gerry Penalosa. But judging from the above, it looks like either Hatton or Mayweather will get it, depending on how good the winner of that fight looks.

But there is one way Penalosa can pull it out. If he can get a rematch with Ponce De Leon and beat this guy (again), he is the man, he is the fighter of the year. If that happens, he may become the unlikeliest fighter of the year since Glen Johnson. And all that means is it could happen.

Maybe I’m overstating Penalosa’s case in this piece, but as I pointed out back in April, when the controversy over his loss to Ponce De Leon was raging, he may not have lost a fight since he was under the age of twenty. The four losses to Cho and Tokuyama occurred in those fighters’ home countries and were really, really close – I’m talking “one round different on one card changes the result” close. His loss to Ponce De Leon was a head scratcher to many. Outside of Bernard Hopkins, I can’t think of another current fighter who could say he hasn’t been decisively beaten in over ten years.

And that’s just another reason to give him his due in 2007.

http://www.maxboxing.com/conway/conway081507.asp

23:48 | 1 marks

3.02.2007

The First Time in a Long Time That I...

...ate dinner together with the family.
...washed dishes.
...went home the same day I went to work.
...spoke to and with someone fully awake, not half-asleep.
...experienced rush hour.
...felt the breeze of dusk going home, not the breeze of dawn.
...paid normal trike rates, instead of the special night rates.
...didn't have to wake the village security guard.
...didn't ring the doorbell to enter the house.
...was welcomed by someone at the door.

00:05 | 1 marks

11.23.2006

First Week SIGH!

Monday: Wasted the entire morning waiting for the MC head to give his welcome speech. Left for Subic after lunch with an experienced associate, met with the client, went back home by myself. Total time on the road: 8 hours. Total time in Subic: 1 hour.

Tuesday: Left for Subic in the morning, "work" in the afternoon. Became a one-man-audit-team. Got lost while looking for the staff house.

Wednesday: Another day of "work". Again, one-man-audit-team. Went back home in the evening.

Thursday: Self-declared day-off. Much needed (and wanted) quality time with Mym in the a.m. Oath taking at PICC and testimonial dinner in the p.m.

Friday: Back to Subic, then "work". Hopefully, with an experienced associate this time.

Saturday: "Work", then go back home.

Sunday: Inventory count.

Repeat.

00:35 | 2 marks

11.08.2006

First Day SIGH!


Haaaaay...

20:52 | 7 marks



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