More New Beginnings

You could be wondering what the hell it is with the constant change of web addresses. Well, I figured that I wasn't really the introspective , artsy-fartsy type when it came right down to it.

So this led me to thinking that maybe the reason why I wasn't blogging so efficiently was that before, I was't really being "who I was", whatever that means. Reading back to my old posts, I figured that I wrote best as a snarky know-it-all.

Plus I figured I could care less about this city or any other city. Location is a vessel, and the more I tried to read into it, the more I realized that where I was currently was no different from me being in a Volvo. Or a Dachshund.

So I decided to be more blatant about my blog. I am a fat man. Therefore, the fat man cometh.

Another thing is that this marks my first email post. So if this is successful - MOOHAHAHA.

Maynilad Water Chronicles: The Clusterf$%#, Part 2

This is the third post in our Maynilad Water chronicles. This time, we will talk about just how inept their record keeping skills are in the face of a massive overhaul in a given area. This involves a technique used by Meralco in high-risk areas called clustering, and is efficient – if utilized correctly. Needless to say, Maynilad has yet to be able to do this.

Maynilad Water Chronicles: The Curious Case of the Disappearing Meter

One of the biggest problems I’ve encountered these past few weeks is the inexplicable inefficiency of Maynilad Water. I don’t even know where to begin; this is how impossible the situation is. So I’ll go and separate things into multiple stories. This is the first case in this series.

The Parables of Juan Flavier

I remember my grade 4 Language professor fondly, because of many things. Firstly, because his first name—Henry—was such an oddity for a ten-year old Pinoy who mostly read American books but was surrounded with names like Jose Luis, Robertino, and other such remnants of our Spanish forefathers. Secondly because he was such a strict man who liked reading a lot. In hindsight, perhaps he wasn’t really as strict as I made him out to be. I was, quite possibly, just a child who had too much respect for authority back then, and would quail from the sight of a teacher who raised his voice even by just a bit. But the most memorable thing about Mr. Avecilla (that was his last name) was that one of his weekly projects for the class was the collection of Senator Juan Flavier’s—then DOH secretary— weekly parables. I forget which paper it was his stories appeared in, but Mr. Avecilla’s demands had us children scrambling for clippings of Senator Flavier’s stories around every Friday, I think it was....

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