The Heart-rending Tale of a Clown

I’m breaking my supposed routine today because of a video posted by Jim Paredes over Twitter last Saturday. This is not for the weak of heart, and is not safe for work, but not because of nudity, profanity (though there are some words), or violence. It is not safe for work because of how it will affect you.

Anthony Griffith is well-known in most circles as a very talented comedian. During the peak of his career—strangely enough, during the peak of “The Tonight Show” with Johnny Carson—the man lost his daughter to cancer. As he quotes from Charles Dickens’ “A Tale of Two Cities”:

“It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.”

This goes out to everybody I know who suffered the loss of a loved one due to cancer, to everybody who is currently fighting cancer, and to everybody helping somebody deal with cancer. You are not alone.

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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