Philippine history according to YouTube

The Origin of Love

According to Love's most soulful of bards, Hedwig.

Kasal

A handful of beloved friends and family have begun to drift into the city for a very special day. Excitement is mounting. More to come.

Oil slick

Just as daffodils are the harbingers of Spring, yellow Lamborghinis prowling the high streets of London are the harbingers of high-octane shopping season in the City. Forget cheapy Paris Hilton, or even blingtastic Victoria Beckham. Come mid August, heirs and heiresses of the wealthiest Middle Eastern oil magnates descend upon London in drones, raring to burn some real cash. Posh and Paris look ratty in comparison (well, they're ratty in general, but that's not the point...).  Imeldific? Sorry, Tita Meldy, not even you come close. Harrods, Selfridges, and all the toniest boutiques in London swell with flocks of glittering, veiled ladies snapping up gems with determined ferocity. 

During the last two weeks of August, all of Europe goes away on vacation, and what feels like the entire (wealthy) population of the Middle East drifts toward London. Walking through Knightsbridge on a Saturday evening is like walking across a busy, congested shopping strip in Dubai. 

Why do oil heirs and heiresses choose to shop in rusty, old London when designer boutiques and high end malls in cities across the Middle East (and America) are probably better stocked and much more luxurious? Conversation drifted in this direction during dinner with friends at a cozy, candlelit brasserie in Chelsea. One contemplative friend pointed out that the shopping itself wasn't the end goal. It's a change of scene they're after. "I mean, so what if they can get the same things back home?" he said, between bites of grilled skate. "What's a flight to London and the extra expense? They're loaded, so the added cost is nothing to them." "Yeah," grunted another, less diplomatic companion. "They ooze money." 

So, I guess the equivalent would be ordering a P1000 adobo at, oh, any fancy Filipino restaurant in Manila, instead of having it at a street stall. Adobo is adobo, but if you're willing to drop P1000 for something you know you can get cheaper, then the difference probably doesn't mean much. In other words, they burn cash in London simply because they can. 

Scary stuff.

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Could do anything

"My father, my rational ally, who by his own testimony had married my mother because 'she was always a good writer and I thought a good writer could do anything,' and who chafed against her romantic nature ever since, encouraged me to be a scientist and discouraged me from fancy writing."

-- Jonathan Franzen, who ended up becoming a pretty good writer himself, remembers his father (and his mother) in The Discomfort Zone: A Personal History.

Roach

According to the latest wire from Thailand, everyone in Bangkok is talking about a local commercial series called 'Golden Rules of a Salesman:' 

Nice to know that cockroaches in Thailand have started entering white collar professions. I doubt the same can be expected of Philippine cockroaches, who seem to be turning a higher profit as crawly street thugs, food-spoilers, and general disease spreaders.  They may not be as entrepreneurial as Thai roaches, but they're definitely more bad ass.