Heroes of the Typhoon Ondoy Tragedy

This is a photo of the Laguna area, roughly 60 km south of Manila. It’s not the exact location where the following events took place, but it’ll give you an idea of what the area looks like. Also, I found the sign in the image to be rather ironic, given the circumstances. Maybe putting up huge billboards describing what you’re doing isn’t such a great idea, politicians.

Typhoon Ondoy brought a lot of tragedy to the Philippines but it has also brought out the best in people in terms of risking themselves to save others.

One inspiring story is that of PFC Venacio Ancheta, who was able to save 20 civilian lives before losing his own to the floodwaters. PFC Ancheta belonged to the 2nd Infantry Division disaster response team, led by Lt. Arnel Marcos. His team was responding to affected residents of Barangay Tunhac, Famy, Laguna when he bravely lost his life.

PFC Venancio Ancheta was just one of seven Philippines Army casualties suffered during rescue operations, but his actions inspired many others to put their lives on the line to save their fellow Filipinos. A quote from the statement issued by the Philippine Army says: “His heroism [serves] as an inspiration for the whole Philippine Army and, in particular, his teammates who continued the mission and rescued another 600 civilians in Famy, Laguna”

Another inspiring story is that of CPL Adriano Regua, who lost his life while trying to save one of the militiamen on his team. The militiaman was drowning and CPL Regua risked himself to save him. Unfortunately, neither made it. This selfless act spoke highly of his dedication to his duty and his team, as well as his quality as a leader. Additionally, under his supervision his rescue team was able to save 200 residents in the area. Perhaps the most telling sign of the quality of his character was that he was putting forth his best effort to perform his duties, despite the fact that his own family was in danger in Tanay, Rizal, which was also hard hit by the storm.

On the other end of the spectrum you have something that initially looks heroic, but doesn’t stand up to reason when you really think about it.

Christina Reyes, a famous young actress in the Philippines, was stranded on top of her house with her family. That’s a situation that was faced by thousands of Filipinos, and yet her case was somehow made special because she is a celebrity. I think this is one of those times when social class and celebrity status shouldn’t make a difference. Everyone’s life is just as valuable.

Richard Gutierrez, fellow actor and co-star of an upcoming movie, somehow appropriated an Army speed boat and made his way through the wreckage of Manila to Reyes’ house to rescue her. Some sites are describing it as a real life scene from a movie that should be hailed and praised. I see it as misuse of government property, shameless self promotion (on Gutierrez’ part) and a gross mockery of the suffering Filipino flood victims are experiencing. Also, I can’t help but wonder how many victims he passed on his way to and from rescuing her.

I found a rather poorly made fan video of the incident, which is embedded below, but what really caught my eye was the sentiment of one of the commenters, included below the video embed.

A YouTube user had this comment to make about the situation:

Don525 (6 hours ago) [[As of 11:04 PM, Tuesday September 29th]]

Whats so special about this BITCH?The whole country is in chaos..hundreds already died,thousands are homeless some are hungry and missing and they are worried about a famous 2 face celeb..?VERY SAD,,very sad indeed,,who gives a shit!!there is more at stakenow help our kabayan..and dont be an asshole like our gov..blame it global warming and bad devlopment and bad dicipline…

I can’t really say that it’s Reyes’ fault, because it’s only natural for someone to appeal for help. I blame Gutierrez, for being selfish in taking an Army speedboat that could have otherwise been used for rescue operations to save just one person.

The Reyes incident aside, PFC Venacio Ancheta and CPL Adriano Regua are heroes. They’re certainly not the only ones, but they’ve become figureheads for the relief efforts in the Manila area.

I sincerely hope that a portion of tax money is used for something noble, the erection of a monument in Manila to honor the heroes and the dead in this tragedy.

Hurricane Ondoy. What the hell happened?

(Image Source: Times Online)

Typhoon Ondoy is one of the worst disasters to hit the Philippines in years.  I believe I also read that this was the worst typhoon in 42 years.  It also raises a lot of questions about why there was so little warning, why there was such a poor response, and what’s going to happen to all of the victims.  It also illustrates the usefulness of social media in spreading information and requesting help during national emergencies.

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Why Was There No Warning?

Typhoon Ondoy didn’t just sneak up on the Philippines.  There was plenty of warning.  PAGASA had even issued warnings that there could be flash flooding and landslides and people in low lying areas may be affected.  So, where did communication break down?  Why weren’t people alerted?  How much of this could’ve been avoided had people been properly evacuated in advance?

Some of the news I’ve read on the internet has compared Typhoon Ondoy to Hurricane Katrina in the US.  There was massive destruction and the local population was caught totally unprepared.  I even saw a few Tweets claiming that Ondoy dropped more rain than Katrina, and that the hurricane category was higher.  I don’t know about that for sure, but Ondoy was definitely a monster of a storm!

Why Was There Such A Poor Response?

Filipinos didn’t receive proper warning before the storm, but on top of that they received an inadequate emergency response as well.  The Philippines is in an area that sees multiple typhoons every year, and flooding isn’t a pink elephant, it’s something that should be expected.  So, where were the amphibious vehicles?  Surely the military has some.  The Philippines is an island chain after all.  Where were the boats?  I remember seeing lots of complaints about the lack of boats.

Some blogs and news sites I’ve read concerning the poor government response to Ondoy are calling for a Senate review, similar to what happened in the US after Katrina, to analyze and improve obviously defective emergency response systems and institutions.  That would be a good move in my opinion.  In this day and age, with the technology we have available to us, there should be no reason for people to have to spend days sitting on their roofs waiting for help to arrive.

Social Media, The Unexpected Hero of the Ondoy Catastrophe

My wife and I actually didn’t know anything about Ondoy until the flooding was well underway.  I believe it was late Saturday afternoon when my wife saw an update on her Facebook claiming there was flooding in the Philippines.  So, that’s when we started searching and, like many people, we used social media like Twitter, Facebook, Blogs, and YouTube to keep updated on the situation.  In fact, if it weren’t for social media, I don’t think we’d have ever known what was going on.

Many people complained that there wasn’t enough international coverage of such a massive event.  I’d have to agree.  If Ondoy was worse than Katrina, then it should have received more coverage than Katrina, which was in the news everywhere for quite a while.  Is it because of where the storm happened?  The value of a human life is the same, regardless of where that person is from, so I’m a bit disappointed with the traditional media response.

Through social media we saw everything from video of the flooding to calls for help.  That’s right!  People were using Facebook and Twitter to request help, passing along addresses and locations of stranded people.  I don’t know if traditional methods were unavailable, but even if they were they would’ve been overwhelmed.  So, people were using social media to call out to their fellow Filipinos for aid.  It really was inspiring to see, and made me wish I were there to lend a hand as well.

Additionally, people used social media, especially Twitter, to request information about current conditions, and to ask people to check on friends and family.  It was an incredible boon and aid to Filipinos and others with relatives and/or friends in the Philippines.

Social Media is also being used to pass information about where and how to donate to victims of the flood.

I personally spent a lot of time requesting information about where my relatives in the Philippines live, but it’s a rather out of the way spot, so we never did get much in the way of positive information.  In the end, we got through to my wife’s brother when he made it into the town area to get supplies from the grocery store Sunday afternoon around 4 PM.  Luckily, the part of the Antipolo they live in wasn’t too badly affected, which is a relief, considering the news about the majority of Antipolo.

Scandal And Heroism

Like any major event, this tragedy has brought out both the best and the worst in people.  There were scandals like Jaque Bermejo telling the world through Facebook that the victims must have deserved it, as a punishment from God and nature.  Then there was the President’s son leisurely purchasing liquor in Rustans.  Good job, hero.

But, there were stories of bravery and heroism too, where people gave their lives to save their fellow Filipinos.  I really hope that some of the nation’s tax money is used appropriately and a memorial is erected to honor the dead, and especially to honor those that gave their lives saving others.

What Now?

I suppose the biggest question people are asking themselves is, “What do we do now?”  Some people simply have flood damage and need to wait until the waters recede before returning home.  Even that’s no small thing, considering how much of a person’s personal belongings may be totally ruined.  Having to replace furniture is a heavy expense.  Having to replace electronics is even more costly.  Having to replace everything is worse still.  But, at least there’s a structure to call home to return to.

Some people don’t even have that anymore.  Imagine sitting in your only pair of shorts in a refugee camp somewhere, realizing that you no longer have anything to your name at all.  Some people don’t exactly have much in the bank and what was in their home may have been all they had of value.  What will these people do?  Where will they go?  How are they going to rebuild when they have nothing left to build with?

I don’t have a solution for that, but I hope there’s a government committee that does, or it will certainly cause problems later.  When a person has nothing, and has nothing to lose, they’ll almost certainly turn to less than legal means to make sure ends meet.  It’s quite likely that there will be a spike in the crime rate following this storm.

Hopefully, everything is handled well and a solution is found.  It would be an even bigger disaster for the destruction Ondoy left in its wake to be followed by even more tragedy.

Cream Cheese and Monkeys

This is just a funny conversation I had this morning that I thought I’d share.

I went downstairs to make a small breakfast and the house maid was washing some dishes.

I dug around in the fridge a bit, looking for the Philadelphia Cream Cheese.  I held up a cup and said, what’s this?  “Bangus juice”, she replied.  I paused.  I knew I had misheard her, because bangus is a fish and whatever was in the cup smelled slightly tangy.  I set it on the counter.  I’d put it away when I packed the cream choose cheese back into its corner.

So, we started talking about Philadelphia Cream Cheese.  She’d never had any before I let her try some a few weeks ago.  The stuff is delicious!  I need to go search around for some bagels.  It’s great on bread, but it’s not really complete with the bagels!

As I put things back in the fridge I asked her again what was in the cup and this time it sounded like she said ‘burt juice‘.

“Butt juice?”  I asked.  She started laughing and went out on the balcony and came back with a can.  Finally I understood.  The can had a depiction of birds on it.  What she had been trying to tell me was ‘bird juice‘.

So, she said “You know of the bird spit?”

“Uh, what?”

“Yes, the spit from the mouth of the bird.  Chinese think is very delicacy, and it is very expensive and rare.”

I started imagining how many birds would have to be milked for saliva to fill a can that size and then I realized how disgusting the whole thing was.

“I think I’d rather eat chilled monkey brains than drink bird spit.”

“Oh!  You’ve tasted of the monkey!?” she asked.

I pretended I wasn’t surprised at all.

She went to the fridge and came back with a tupperware which she opened.  I peered in and there were four little cakes inside.

“This is the monkey?” I asked.

“No… this is mooncake.” she replied.  So, I pretended I was only kidding, because I seriously thought it was monkey cake or some other weird thing.  When you’ve got a cup full of bird spit in the fridge, why not?

She insisted I try one, and it’s sitting here on a plate next to me.  I hope it’s good!

Philippine President Arroyo’s Son Boozing It Up While Filipinos Are Dying? #Ondoy

While several of our countrymen were waiting to be rescued, Mikey Arroyo, the son of that Malacanang bitch was photographed buying liquor in Rustans in Katipunan. MAGSAMA KAYO NG NANAY MO, KUPAL KA!!!

via Grachelle Bravo

From everything I’ve heard I don’t have much faith in politicians in the Philippines. They’re nothing but a bunch of crooks that steal money from the people to line their own pockets.

First their president spends 1 million Philippine Pesos on a dinner in New York City, and now her son is boozing it up during the middle of a national crisis. Good job, Arroyo and little Arroyo.

Good luck illegally forcing your bill through the congress to have your term extended past its max length.

Acting Like A Fool In Public

Today while we were standing in line waiting for a taxi at Tampines Mall, we saw a guy make a complete fool out of himself.  We were having a conversation about cat toys when I heard a guy yell something at the top of his lungs.  He sounded angry.  When he yelled a second time people started turning to look.  I’m not sure what he was saying.  It sounded like ‘ha’, ‘hwa’, or maybe ‘huwa’.  He was speaking half in Chinese and half in English.

When I turned to look I saw a woman sitting in one of the McDonald’s chairs with a guy standing above her, speaking angrily.  He kept yelling at her and then she got up out of the chair and stood in line.  Most people started minding their own business again but I kept watching until they got in line.  You don’t see people go nuts like that in public here very often, so it really did make my evening.  Probably wasn’t so fun for her though.

After that things sort of settled down but I could still hear them bickering behind me.  I could hear him asking her, “What’s wrong with you?  Why won’t you…”  Then I heard her reply, “I just want to go home.”  Then he started telling her she should just walk.  I’m just guessing that the girl was tired and wanted to take the cab, and the guy wanted to walk home.

After a few minutes (the line was really long) the guy got loud again and I turned to see what was going on.  He was gripping her arm and wrist and dragged her out of the line.  He was telling her, “Come on!  Just come on!  Will you come on!?”  She kept trying to pull away from him but he dragged her out of the line and forward a few feet until they were standing even with my wife and I.  She started complaining that he was hurting her by gripping her so tightly and I believe her.  His knuckles and fingers were white from gripping down on her arm.  Despite her protests that he was physically hurting her, he dragged her past the taxi queueing area towards the street, presumably to walk home instead of take the cab.

I was entertained by the whole event, but in a sick, witnessing-a-car-accident kind of way.  I see nothing but trouble for those two.  She may have even gotten beaten up tonight for all I know.  I thought about helping, for a brief moment.  This isn’t my country though, so I’m not about to stick my neck out and risk legal proceedings for someone I don’t even know.  Not here.

So, did it cross the line?  Should someone have done something to stop him?  Was it no one else’s business?  And what if something ‘happens’ to her tonight?

At least one thing’s for certain, that guy made himself look like a complete douche.

(Arguing people image source: Running With Quills)

HDB Balcony Gardens

Singapore’s HDB housing blocks can look pretty sterile.  From the outside they all look the same.  In some areas there are whole groups of buildings that are built in the same fashion.  From what I’ve noticed, it seems like tenants have a lot of leeway with what they do to the interiors, but sometimes the hallways and corridors are just plain boring.

So, it’s nice when you’re walking down a corridor and you see that people are taking an initiative to liven the place up a bit, to make it more natural looking and more cozy.

A lot of people have personalized signs in front of their houses with their family name.  Some people get custom metal gates installed with designs in them, like birds.

Other people go to more extremes and have lots and lots of plants.  It’s very pleasant and refreshing seeing that splash of green down an otherwise drab corridor, especially considering how much extra work it has to be to maintain it all.

Some people get very creative with their plants:

I thought the fish were a really nice touch.

It also reminds me of my mom’s balcony.  She has a little garden out there where she grows tomatoes, peppers, and other vegetables, which is even more impressive considering she lives in New York City and she does it with limited space.  She also sets up flowering creepers, morning glories, every year.  She attaches string so that they grow to cover the balcony from top to bottom.  When they bloom it looks really great and makes the place feel a lot more alive.

I’m looking forward to the next time I’ll be able to see these in person.  Photo courtesy of my mom!

It was really interesting to me how much people are able to modify their HDBs, because I’m used to places like this being apartments, where you’re only renting.  You can’t make any changes without approval, and who wants to improve a residence that they don’t own?  HDBs are owned though, so it makes sense to put some effort into them.

Aggressive Salespeople Are Ineffective

Sometimes employees in Asia can be a little too helpful for comfort.

There’s a stereotype that in the Southern US, people are more friendly.  In most cases that’s true.  It’s not unusual to have a conversation with a stranger.  It’s acceptable to ask a stranger for directions.  It’s not uncommon to have a conversation with your server and, depending on where you go, it doesn’t take long to become a “regular”.

Now, take that hospitality and re-imagine it as something aggressive and unwanted and that’s what you get from many sales clerks in Asia.  Add being a white foreigner to that and you wind up being harassed almost nonstop when in a shopping area.

It’s not particular to any one country either.  I’ve experienced it in every country I’ve visited in Asia so far.

Philippines

The first time I took a trip to the Philippines we stopped by a mall.  Which mall it was slips my mind now, but we were in a big department store.  I think we were looking for some new socks.

(Picture from the store where the sock incident occurred. This outfit looked really gay so I took a photo of it to laugh at later.)

Distributed throughout the area were dozens of sales people.  They looked like vultures.  As soon as I stepped off the laminated walkway and onto the carpeting and showed the slightest interest in something on the shelf it was like watching cats descend on a bowl of fresh fish.

“May I help you sir?”  “Would you be interested in this sir?”  “How about this?”  “We have a special right now on…”

All this before I’d even finished looking at the first package of socks I’d picked up.  How am I supposed to know what I want before I’ve had a chance to properly browse?  And what makes this horde of sales people think I’m incapable of picking out a package of socks on my own?  I don’t have to be a local to successfully complete that mission!

Jalan Petaling, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

This one was kind of expected, since it was, after all, a tourist area.  But it’s still unnerving to walk down a row of stalls and have people constantly calling, “Sir! Good deal sir! Hello!  Hello!  Hello!”  As if I didn’t hear them when they first started talking, and I’ll stop just because they say hello?  I don’t think so.

Patong Beach, Phuket, Thailand

Again, this is somewhat expected because it’s a tourist area, but some of them were seriously aggressive.  They would step out in front of you and try to block you from moving on as they waved flyers and menus in your face.  One of them even tried to grab my arm.  That’s definitely not cool.

Singapore

You don’t see that sort of thing happening in Singapore quite as much.  Well, it’s not as aggressive anyway.  If you enter a store and start handling the clothes one person may stop by and ask if you need assistance, but if you decline, they leave you alone.  My only issue is that they approach you as soon as you start browsing.  Then, when you do need assistance they’re elsewhere, behind the register or in the stock room.  It would make more sense for them to approach you after a few minutes of being in the store.

Where it is a bit bothersome is at the hawker centers and food courts.  People will call out to you and try to draw your attention.  Some of them are more subtle.  They try to be friendly, or try to guilt you into buying.  There’s a particular woman that sells fish soup at the nearby hawker that tries to win people over with a charming smile.  So, like I said, not so bad, but still more than what I’m used to.

It Just Doesn’t Work!

I suppose you could say this adds to the excitement and experience of visiting these places, but I’d rather relax and not have to worry about being hounded by people every time I get near a store, restaurant or bar.  Rather than draw me into a sale, what this type of behavior does is push me away.  I don’t want to feel like I’m being forced into making a purchase and I definitely don’t want to be hassled on a vacation.  Well, Singapore doesn’t really count as a vacation, since I live there, but I thought it was worth adding for comparison.

Oh, and one other thing I noticed is that there seem to be more salespeople in Asian stores than in the US, where you sometimes spend 10 minutes trying to find a single employee to help you with something.

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Misbehavior on Public Transportation in Singapore

[Update 15 June 2012: Peoples’ behavior when getting on and off trains really isn’t that much better in New York City.  In fact, it’s about the same, or maybe worse.  I suppose that’s a “grass is always greener” thing, because I may have been remembering NYC better than it was while in Singapore, or I may be remembering Singapore better than it was now that I have to deal with commuting in NYC every day.  The trains still smelled worse in Singapore, though.  I can’t forget that day my eyes burned and my wife got nauseous and we had to get off the train and wait for the following one to avoid becoming physically ill.  Not that weird situations don’t happen in NYC, like vomit, but it’s just much more infrequent.]

I’m sure that at some point, anyone interested in Singapore has read a post about people doing things that are, basically, retarded when dealing with Singapore’s transit systems.  After living in Singapore for over a year, I think it’s time for me to weigh in on the debate.  So, here’s my list!

    1) When there’s a problem with your EZ-Link card, don’t stand in front of the turn-style scanning it over and over … and over … and over … and over … and over.  Obviously there’s something wrong with your card, so after at most three attempts, get the hell out of the way and let other people through! Don’t just stand there looking stupid, annoying everyone else that’s trying to pass through to either get in or get out of the MRT station.  There’s a customer service desk usually located less than 10 feet away from the turn-styles in MRT stations.  Use it.
    2) This next one is a classic and is what people complain about most.  The people, usually older women, that stand directly in front of the train doors as it arrives.  Let me demonstrate with this handy image that I borrowed from this site.

Board MRT Confusion

    As you can see, it’s made very plain to people where they should stand.  Obviously common sense wasn’t good enough and the lines had to be put on the floor to demonstrate how to be courteous and let people off the train before getting on.  On top of that most train doors have images of local actors repeating the warning to let passengers alight from the train before attempting to board.  It doesn’t really help though.
    Here are some photos from the Outram Park Interchange MRT station that should help illustrate this point to people who’ve never been in Singapore:
Wait Let Me Come Out First
Wait Let Me Come Out First
Don't Play Play Let Me Come Out First
Don’t “Play Play”. Let Me Come Out First
Lines on platform floor at MRT train doors.
Lines on platform floor at MRT train doors.
    3) This is something that can apply in all situations, but is especially annoying if you’re in an enclosed area like a train or bus.  Don’t play your music aloud.  There’s a reason portable music players are sold with headphones.  Even if you want your life to have a soundtrack, it doesn’t mean the rest of us want to hear it.  Respect the people that are stuck being around you.  Ya, it’s a free world, but that doesn’t mean you should be rude.
    4) This follows suit with #3.  Mobile calls can come at any time, but it doesn’t mean people in the front of the bus should be able to follow along with your conversation when you’re sitting in the back seat.  Have some volume control on your voice as well, ok?  You’re not making yourself look important by talking about your mergers or financial transactions either.  You’re still just being annoying.
    5) This one is perhaps the most deadly of all, and has been addressed recently by an advertising campaign in the trains:
Stop The Horror With Soap and Water
Stop The Horror With Soap and Water
    Please, do stop the horror with soap and water.  To paraphrase someone I know, if you stink like old rotting flesh at 7:00 AM, sure it’s impressive, but it’s still disgusting.  Really disgusting.  I’ve gotten on trains in Singapore at all times of the day, whether it be early morning, afternoon or evening or late night and there’s a varying degree of odor.  Sometimes it smells like urine.  Sometimes it smells like vomit.  Sometimes it reeks of durian.  Sometimes it smells like someone shit their pants.  Sometimes it stinks of body odor the likes of which makes the eyes burn and the stomach churn.  I’m not exaggerating.  My wife and I caught a train once over in the Jurong area that stank so bad we got off at the next station to wait for another one.  My eyes were watering and my wife was trying not to puke. Ladies and gentlemen, Singapore has great plumbing.  USE IT!  PLEASE!  Wash your nasty asses before getting on the train and subjecting the rest of us to your disgusting body odor. Besides the odor, your fetid bodies are leaving trails of harmful bacteria everywhere you go.  I’m almost afraid to hold the handrails in the trains now.
    6) On buses and trains there are designated seats for the elderly, pregnant and disabled.  If you’re a 20 year old stud and you’re sitting in the reserved seat with a 70 year old woman in front of you, you’re not only wrong, you’re a jackass.  Everyone else on the train knows you’re a jackass too.

Well, that’s what I’ve got.  Feel free to add to this list by leaving a comment in the comment section below!

Hari Raya Sweets For Sale

Two days ago I wrote a post about being surprised to see “Christmas” lights up already, in September.  When I asked about it and found out that it was for Hari Raya, a holiday I’d never heard of, I was surprised.  I don’t remember seeing any lights up around this time last year.  I also don’t remember seeing any candies or sweets set out for sale either, but this year there are stacks of them!

I’m not planning on “switching over” any time soon, or celebrating Hari Raya myself, but I’ve never been one to let a thing like that stop me from enjoying holiday celebration goodies.  So, we picked up a container of these called “dumai chipmore”.  I’m not sure if there’s any special significance behind the names, or types, but they looked like a safe bet as far as taste would go.  They’re not bad.