- because it’s about time I focused on things that are more important,
- because i know there are more important things,
- because i have to be more selective of the people and things i let into my life,
- because time is limited, and so is happiness, but you can raise the bar for how much happiness you’re willing to let into your life
- and truth be told it is you who makes your own happiness
- it’s not something you find in anyone else, though it may lie in the things you do for other people
- happiness may be bundled within achievements, but in order to achieve something you really need to target it
- what counts is the journey, more than the destination
- i survived this long without you, i’ll be good without you
- I HAVE FOUND MYSELF SOMETHING BETTER (and it’s something worth every minute, every time of my while)
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Here are my comments on a video I saw of an episode of the ABS-CBN show “Bandila” featuring a flesh-eating sickness purported to be “spreading in Pangasinan as I was scrolling through my Twitter feed. While watching, I had the following comments:
- There is no doubt the sickness does exist; there are accounts of such diseases occurring worldwide. The province of Pangasinan is 5,451 square km large and has a population of roughly 2.7 million. However, only two afflicted people were featured in the episode. In my opinion, this is not sufficient proof that the illness is actually spreading. If it were, there would be legitimate reports addressed to public health institutions, along with concrete statistics coming from medical professionals on the prevalance of the disease, as is the case for most “outbreaks” of common diseases like dengue, malaria and flu. How come the only cases on the show appeared to come from remote areas? These might be merely isolated cases.
- How can we be sure that both sufferers are indeed afflicted with the same illness and not just similar diseases? Only the second patient reported that his skin was turning “scaly.” The first did not mention this symptom.
- Having said that there are accounts of this disease hailing from other places, both locally and across the globe, I am not so keen to think that the disease is as “mysterious” as we are led to believe. Remember the Tree Man? (probably not the same disease, however, the important thing I’d like to cite is that Tree Man is not alone in his condition; despite being the most popular, other cases have been documented!)
- Were the disease actually “spreading,” some studies would have been conducted to at least determine its prognosis if the cure remains elusive.
- From time to time, I would catch a glimpse of a non-spreaking person (presumably a crew member, or the correspondent herself, based on the frequency of her apperance and places she appears), dressed in protective clothing from head to toe. I’m not saying protection is unnecessary when embarking on the “unknown.” It is always best to undertake precautionary measures especially when one’s health might be at risk. However, in her case, I felt this was overkill. While the man and the woman shown did appear to be in bad shape due to the manifestations of their respective ailments, none of their caretakers were dressed as such. This leads me to suspect that the shower cap, lab gown and gloves were all part of a gimmick staged to create an impression that the disease is communicable when in fact, the caretakers would freely touch the patients’ wounds. These patients come from poor families and admit that they cannot afford treatment, let alone preventive medicine. This would have been a giveaway sign that that the disease is not infectious and therefore would not easily “spread” as purported.
In addition, I felt that conspicuous placement of a Twitter hashtag (#MisteryosongSakitsaBandila) on the top left of the screen (the first point of fixation of one’s eyes in the natural reading direction!) was intentionally done to draw comments from people who would have something to say on the subject. In April 2013, a certain Indian prophet by the name of Sadhu Sundar Selvaraj delivered a prophecy at the Cuneta Astrodome, containing the following statement:
“The Lord says there is a place called PANGASINAN. The Lord says it is in the northernmost part in your land. From there a grievous disease will spread all over the world. That will consume the flesh of men; all their upper (outer) skin will begin to decay. It will pierce through the bones. The fear of this disease will spread all over the world. The Lord said that this (disease) will begin from the Philippines.”
Incidentally, many of Selvaraj’s followers reacted through popular social networks. Most of the comments I saw on Twitter were from people encouraging others to pray, quoting Bible verses. While I do not see anything inherently wrong with this manner of “expressing opinion,” I believe that people could be more critical about processing information and learn to seek scientific basis before making conclusions.
It all boils down to one thing: sensationalism. This Bandila report is oversensationalized as it appeals to religious beliefs to get hold of viewers’ attention. In a way, this is exploitation of the masses who consume and digest any form of information presented without much mental processing. However, it cannot be passed off as the viewers’ fault as it is the presentor’s responsibility as an agent of communication, to be accurate and truthful in his/her reporting.
(Originally submitted as media monitor, to Prof. Marichu Lambino / Communication 110, UP Diliman)
I had you five times yesterday.
You were not particularly sweet, but boy, were you comforting.
I was curious about you. I reached out towards you – with just the right blend of indifference and conviction.
I did not want you. In my head were all these reasons not to let you in my life, reasons valid in any situation.
It was an irrational decision. Then again, the move was as good as never having decided at all.
I held you between my fingertips and as your faint light burned, I took you into my system.
But you never reached so deep.
You were through before I could feel you.
I did not want you, but I wanted to feel the entire you. So I reached for you once again.
I never craved you. For a long time, I was fine without you. I could have lasted a much longer time without ever getting a taste of you again.
I never missed you, but a small part of me missed the experience of you.
Once again I struck up a flame for you.
You burned. But you would always burn out before I could fully enjoy you.
Perhaps you were never meant to give me enjoyment. But I was happy, if only just for the time that you kept me company and you stayed alight.
I immersed myself in your flavor: a flavor so empowering, it took hold of my senses. While the thought that I could reach for you at any time of my choosing made me feel so potent, I was a slave to you in that you always dictated how I felt. I surrendered myself entirely to you – and that, in turn, would give me a feeling of freedom. Freedom so real, so natural, yet devastatingly untrue.
You were always true to me. It was an act of honesty, every moment we committed to one another. I always knew you’d slip away before I’d had enough of you. I didn’t care.
You were wrong for me in the first place.
I had you five times yesterday, a few times a long way back. Perhaps those times will never be enough, because of what you are. I can change such that I might let myself have less or more, or none at all; but in spite of me, you will hold on stubbornly to your nature.
You are the same regardless of whom you’re with. Perhaps it is the constancy you carry with you that makes you so appealing.
But appeal is just that – appeal. Nothing worth craving, and certainly nothing worth risking an addiction.
For who I am, and what I can do, matters more than what you are. Soon enough, you’ll be gone from my life as quickly as you had entered.
And it will be as if I never knew you at all.
(Title borrowed from The Platters’ “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes”)