Changing Technology with Pope’s Announcement

2005 and 2013. Two years that announced the new pope.

Just eight years apart but there’s a distinct difference and it obviously shows in the photos below.

People waiting for a new Pope's announcement

At St Peter’s Basilica where crowds brave the cold weather to announce the new pope. Clearly technology has changed how we do things. I wonder what it looks like in the next pope’s announcement.

Facebook Envy: When Social Media Interaction Becomes Competition

Facebook has been etched into our personal life that one might find it unimaginable not to access in a day.

With the social media giant firmly entrenched into our daily lifestyle, we’ve already found a digital diary to record our life story, from simple life events to major milestones. At the same time these events are also broadcast for everyone to see. A new pair of shoes. A first glimpse of snow. Wedding day. Baby’s first words.

But life is complex, just like Facebook’s friend connection settings and privacy concerns, and what was thought as a simple update in your ‘Facebook wall’ may bring a certain degree of emotions to those who view them. When sharing words of wisdom from the Bible, a connection may find answers to questions, and transform lives even in a small way. When sharing a status update that you’re moving to another country for ‘greener pasture’, friends will be happy for you. At least that what their Facebook comments and likes seem to indicate.

But it may not necessarily be true to all. For others, such type of Facebook posts could trigger loneliness, misery and feeling of inferiority as friends share vacation photos, happy love life, and success at work.

A study jointly conducted by two German universities found that there is rampant envy on Facebook, which now has over one billion users, making it the biggest platform to  compare social lives online.

Jumping in Beijing: Not everyone seeing this on Facebook is happy?
Jumping in Beijing: Not everyone seeing this on Facebook is happy?

Researchers found that a third of users felt worse and dissatisfied with their lives after visiting Facebook. Visiting may mean browsing, posting updates or engaging in fan pages or interacting with connections through comments or chat. Mind you, researchers say, those who plainly browsed Facebook without ‘contributing’ were affected the most. Passive Facebook users could just be lurkers who are happy viewing shared media or personal posts rather than ‘leave digital footprint’ in there. ‘Contributing’ to me sounds like posting or sharing on Facebook. Does this mean a third of my friends who barely update their Facebook status — unless they barely access their accounts — end up having negative experience? It’s hard to tell unless I ask them for honest answers.

“We were surprised by how many people have a negative experience from Facebook with envy leaving them feeling lonely, frustrated or angry,” researcher Hanna Krasnova from the Institute of Information Systems at Berlin’s Humboldt University told Reuters.

“From our observations some of these people will then leave Facebook or at least reduce their use of the site,” said Krasnova, adding to speculation that Facebook could be reaching saturation point in some markets.

A realization put forward by researchers from Humboldt University and from Darmstadt’s Technical University made me feel a bit guilty. Vacation photos were the biggest causes of resentment, with more than half of envy incidents traced to viewing someone’s holiday snapshots. Most of the posts I make on Facebook are those when I am traveling. But that’s because I love to travel and not to trigger envy on others.

Next to vacation photos, social interaction is second biggest cause of envy. In the age of digital marketing where likes, comments and are counted as social engagements, people start using these metrics to measure their worth and compare it with others. It’s easy to compare if you received more Facebook wall birthday greetings than your bitter rival in school or office.  Or if your ‘self-portrait’ photos attract more likes and comments than a similar post by someone you know. (This, of course, may be because you have more friends connected in Facebook.)

The study, which involved 600 German respondents whose replies researchers believe are consistent internationally,  showed that people in their mid-30s are most likely to envy family happiness while women were more likely to feel envy over physical looks and attractiveness. Such feelings of envy were found to prompt some users to post more about their achievements to portray themselves as superior over others.

Men tend to self-promote on Facebook to highlight accomplishments (work promotion, company awards, beating a personal running record?) while women put emphasis on good looks and healthy social lives (bikinis, new makeup or hairstyle?).

So if we fail to “like” or praise these photos or updates with our comments, does it mean our passive use of Facebook indicate envy? Only we can answer the question.

Why Olympic Winners Bite Their Medals?

At the winner’s podium, while the spotlights, cameras and eyeballs are focused at them, Olympic winners must be living a dream. Or finally validating that hard work and sacrifice eventually pays off.

Oh Jin Hyek of Korea bites his gold medal after winning the men’s Individual Archery gold medal match on Day 7 of the London 2012 Olympic Games at Lord’s Cricket Ground. Photo credit:
We can only hope all those who trained and sacrificed hard get the same reward. But there can only be one winner, and two sidekicks in the podium.

But it seems that a common scene that triumphant grins in front of the camera also come with pretending to chomp on their hard-won medals.

David Wallechinsky, president of the International Society of Olympic Historians, says it’s merely to satisfy the requests of media people, limited with options to create a more eye-catching image.

And why not? Medals are likely hung on winners’ necks by the time photo sessions take place so there’s a few options to do with those medallions. Cover one eye? Kiss the metal? There’s not a lot of options around. So taking a bite at their prized possessions becomes among the most popular things to do, along with raising the flowers/teddy bears that come with these medals.

Cuba’s Leuris Pupo bites his gold medal, during the victory ceremony for the men’s 25-meter rapid fire pistol event at the 2012 Summer Olympics, Friday, Aug. 3, 2012, in London.
“It’s become an obsession with the photographers,” says Wallechinsky, co-author of “The Complete Book of the Olympics.” “I think they look at it as an iconic shot, as something that you can probably sell. I don’t think it’s something the athletes would probably do on their own.”

Biting medals could signify ownership — teeth marks serve as signatures — and even if those marks won’t show, it may improve the value of a medal “once bitten by then Olympic champion and now a sports legend” should the medals find their way at Sotheby’s.

Is it a case of curious athletes who wish to verify if gold medals are pure gold or are replicas of golden chocolate coins? Many Olympic winners may not be aware, but this year’s gold medal consists of 1.34%, or about 6 grams, of gold. The remainder is 93% silver and 6% copper, according to a CNN article. Testing medals for authenticity is perfectly fine; it just so happens that winners get to test them while they pose for photographers. For the record, solid gold medals were only offered in 1904, 1908 and 1912 Olympics.

U.S. gymnasts McKayla Maroney, Kyla Ross, Alexandra Raisman, Gabrielle Douglas and Jordyn Wieber bite their gold medals at the Artistic Gymnastics women’s team final at the 2012 Summer Olympics, on July 31, in London. Matt Dunham / AP
Winners biting their prizes aren’t limited only on Olympic medals or happen only in the Olympics. Rafael Nadal admits that he prefers to biting his winning trophies than kissing them. Sadly, injury deprived from from taking part in the London Olympics and get a chance to bite a medal at the podium.

As Olympic winners sing their national anthems, pose with silver and bronze medalists, photographers may shout “bite your medal” and athletes would gladly oblige. Hopefully, over excitement doesn’t ruin the party. Biting your medal a bit too much is more likely to crack a tooth than bend a medal.

Philweb Memories

In not so distant past, I was one ambitious monkey attempting to dive into cyber space at the dawn of the Web. By the time I was officially enrolled in the industry, the unraveling of dotcom bust already took place a dozen timezones behind. But I was glad it happened that way. Otherwise, I could be cultivating a career quite different from what I have now.

After finishing Computer Engineering at UIC, working there wasn’t exactly my plan. However, maybe because I thought it was the safest route to start a career, I’d further my learning by doing BOTH teaching and programming or I was eager to recoup the educational investment I made with my alma mater (yes, I thought about it), it wasn’t a difficult decision to extend my stay at the University.

But after three years, I thought it was enough. So by June 2000, I left UIC at the time when the new school year is starting. (School calendar in the Philippine education system starts in June.) I remembered talking to the school president S. Ma Assumpta David and trying to be firm with my decision. I thought she respected it and didn’t offer to persuade me to stay.

Two weeks of homestay and curtailed income passed before I got a confirmation I was offered a job in Cagayan de Oro City, a good six hour bus ride from Davao City — along the way passing by the house of my future wife. I have relatives in the city where I could stay. And I thought that my journey of hundreds (or thousands of miles) should begin with this step, no matter if it’s more than just a single one.

Thanks to Rizza R., a childhood friend and neighbor who referred me to the job, and an employee leaving the company, I got in. Interestingly, I realized that this reunion marks another milestone between me and Rizza. We went to the same grade school together. We were classmates in high school. And we took the same course in UIC. Now, we’re colleagues. I also came to know a few more in the office. Candice C., Shelley S., Roy Y., Meg V., Kent, D., Alex, Chui O., Edward N., Sir Chavs and Jimmar R. Our office was at Fr. Masterson Avenue, in the third floor of a building called White House because of its immaculate white painting that stands out of the neighborhood.

We’re only about ten people in the office, so it was really an intimate group. We shared lunch together. My aunt Flora prepares packed lunch so I had no problem waking up early and cooking my food. But at times I just want to try what colleagues want to have for lunch. I remember buying mongo at a house located near the office. At work, it’s not unusual to play MP3 from a PC with Winamp; we only got to play what we want to hear. During this time, downloading music through Napster was still prevalent.

In my effort to be with the family every week, I take the Rural Transit bus on Friday nights and arrive in Davao at about 7 in the morning the following day. As I get home, I hit the bed immediately and wake up at about 11, just in time for lunch. I know I had only a few hours left before I pack my things and make the return trip to Cagayan de Oro. By Sunday afternoon, I am already at Ecoland terminal waiting for my bus to leave Davao.

After work, we sometimes hang out at a friend’s house or we ate dinner together. We played Starcraft a lot! I guess we had a lot of plans that time, like going to the beach or other type of adventure. Unfortunately, they didn’t materialize because I was recalled to the Manila office. I thought the move was killjoy. But I realized this was the reason I left UIC.

Cagayan de Oro was a favorite city of mine. As a kid, we go for summer vacation prelude to the exciting Bohol adventure. For some reason I remember urging my mother if I could study high school there. But the idea was frowned upon, and now I can’t imagine why I made that absurd request. Apart from meeting my relatives (mother’s side), my job in Cagayan de Oro also gave me the opportunity to meet my aunt Sylvia a few years before she died of cancer.

In the office we built this e-commerce suite called e-Padala. I thought the system was promising (Oracle database and competent Meg V. as DBA) but the execution was poor. Procedures were lax at best (not scalable, no strict coding practice and a nightmare system to take over, from an incoming I was asked to move to Manila to finish things.

While it wasn’t my first time to go to Manila, I was still mesmerized by its size. I was with Meg and Sir Deck P. reassigned in Philweb in the posh Enterprise Tower in Makati. Staring at tall buildings was overwhelming — not that they’re taller than Hong Kong skyscrapers — and you’d feel you’re a small dot in a big organization. No longer the easy going lifestyle I enjoyed at the White House. In Manila, you have to hurry up. Even if our office is just one jeepney — or a ticycle if you wake up a bit late — ride away.

Our staff house was located along Estrella Avenue, near Rockwell. It wasn’t big (in fact we were crowding in the rooms), but good enough for newcomers in the city. It has air conditioning unit that’s loud enough to wake you up at night. (I have to say many of my house mates snore in their sleep, so if you’re among last to hit the bed, good luck.) My stay at the Estrella staff house also revealed Metro Manila’s weakness. One of the strongest typhoons in the year left Manila flooded and us unable to leave the staff house. Ironically, as water was everywhere down the street our faucet couldn’t produce a drop of water. We had to rely on bottled water as tap water has become an unreliable source. This reminds me of Davao City, where water flowing out of our tap is safe for drinking and buying bottled water was considered a crazy idea. And we seldom experience waterless faucets too.

In the morning colleagues just rush to the bathroom and head to work in a hurry. Many of us just take our breakfast on the road, or at the fast food area (notably Jollibee) of The Enterprise Tower. For dinner I usually eat at the fastfood at Landmark on my own. This made me miss my mother’s cooking. I was always told that in Manila, every move you make costs money. I guess having this dinner instead of enjoying the company of family members and homemade cooking is part of it. From a predictable life at the UIC campus in May to a new layer of freedom in CDO in July and a chaotic Manila in September, this is the break I’ve been waiting for.

If I accomplished something, it was not seeing the beta version of e-Padala but in landing another job at Zurich Insurance at nearby Citibank Tower. When I told Sir Chavs via instant messaging that I have something to share by the time I return to CDO in October, he already understood I was leaving. I did not only bid farewell to colleagues I only got to work with for two and a half months. I also had to bid goodbye to my aunt Flora and uncle Lito as I packed my clothes and take the evening bus trip to Davao.

Thank You Friends in Hong Kong

Year 2006 is about to fold and once again, a year has passed filled with lifelong memories.

I’d like to dedicate this post to friends here who have been just great to be around with. As always, there’s no chronological order here:

Peter Mercado.
A busy buddy but always finds time to share his time. He is also a generous host, offering his place not only for household meetings but also for Xbox 360s, karaoke, practices and free table tennis venue!

Karen Lourdes Obispo.
When I boarded the plane to Hong Kong for the first time, she was at my side. I think she knows me more than anybody of my friends here do. A
friend through thick and thin, Karen will get married on January 2007. Congratulations!

Decibel Faustino.
Dei got in touch with me through the SFC web site while seeking for a community in Hong Kong. Since then she gets along with guys and gals very well. I am very glad the site became a bridge between Dei and SFC Hong Kong community.

Zandro Barcelona.
A tireless believer and a proven leader, Zandro was my flatmate from early 2002 to late 2003. His importance to guiding the Hong Kong community of singles is immeasurable. He is well-liked and gets along very well to everyone too.

Joyce Kwong.
I knew Joyce before I moved into the same building where she and her family lives. A thoughtful person, she brings me some food upstairs,
has some meaningful gifts, accompanies me around Quarry Bay for a walk on any fine evening.

Mark Francis Tan.
Mark is a member of our SFC household. At the start he appears inactive because he seldom joins our gatherings but one event changed him 180
degrees. He is an inspiring bro who seems to say YES all the time in the name of service. Makes me wanna serve more!

Ginny Wong.
Ginny is a special person. Our desks sit next to each other in the office. But more than just officemates, we are good friends who spend time outdoors on certain ocassions, causing some first time experiences and nice dinners.  Her thoughtfulness would have earned her my Person of the Year if I had the chance to pick one.

Samuel Moyani.
Sam is a passionate guy I worked with at Phil Women’s University. I don’t know if he does it to everyone but whenever I have requests, he ensures everything goes well and my requests are met.

Romeo Olympia Jr.
Among the most intelligent guys in town, Junjun is a person who is gifted with superior intelligence and wisdom to handle things from organizing events to giving talks. He is a certified gentleamn too so I’d say Aileen is blessed to have Junjun for a husband.

Melissa Janeo.
Sasa is a friend recently met this year. But just like Dei, she seems to get along to anyone, even if she is the only girl in the group. She also has a servant’s heart that trials in life could not prevent her from serving. A great host whose cozy home is open to us all the time (once she is around).

Edralin Doria.
Like Sasa, I met Eboi just this year and just like Mark (his twin?) he is a great friend to be with, whether it’s our household meetings, fellowships or just hanging out outdoors.

Cissy Yim.
Cissy is from Hong Kong but currently in Cambodia for a service mission. The only person I featured in my blog as far as I can remember, because of her outstanding work and friendship.

Edna Nayre.
Edna is not from Hong Kong and no longer in Hong Kong. But she deserves to be in this list. She is our coordinator at Mt Carmel Church in Wan Chai, keeping our lector schedule in check. But what I am indebted more is when she bailed me out of further trouble from my most unforgettable experience in Hong Kong (around February 2005).

Charlene Andrade. A kind hearted kindergarten teacher. She seems to talk quite a lot, but that’s understandable because she deals with children 70% of the time. Which is why when I organized a ping pong game, she was just ecstatic to join the gang.

Maintaining Friendster Friends

OK, it’s not about Buhay Hong Kong. Let’s talk about Friendster. (I did talk about it before.)

It seems that many are asking why can’t I add newly found acquaintances here in Friendster. I don’t add everyone who requests; it does not mean that if you have a thousand contacts, you are the friendliest of them all. Neither do someone who has two friends in the list is the one shunned away by everybody.

I have even rejected testimonials not because they were offensive, they were just those animated ones that I thought were going to make my page look dirty. So please don’t take offense with me refusing an offer.

I also delete friends who are either away for so long, posting no photos, using undesirable graphics or simply failing to keep up with our communication.  My rough estimate is that the saturation point is around 200 contacts, which is still less than the other list I made at my web site, many of friends listed there are not part of Friendster family. We have many friends but we can’t just enumerate them all.  So my latest count of 361, which includes former officemates, school mates, pen pals and people I met in Hong Kong, it is still way below the total number.

Here are some informal rules that regulate my account. Don’t take them too seriously:
1. Must have a real profile photo – It’s ok to have bf/gf in the background, not a sci-fi character, or text graphics. Having a celebrity pic shows one’s obsession or insecurity.

2. Must be logged in at least once a week – Constant "more than 3 weeks" does not provide me with relevant updates. That’s what Friendster is for, getting to know more about your friends than looking for new ones. Wait, just logged in does not make sense either. Must do any of the following: post blog,  post photos, post bulletin.

3. Must be able to express themselves through post blogs – Can be grammatically wrong (I do have these) or have spelling mistakes (ditto). What’s important is to be able to express themselves in an interesting way without being too offensive through gossips, deceit and other controversies.

4. Must not be attention-grabber – Exercise the proper use of bulletins, blogs and not deceive people to get attention. To me photos are the real attention grabbers. The most despicable ones ones are people asking for testimonials to sweeten their profile and artificially appear they are goody goody guys out there who deserve more friends with those Name1, Name2, Name3 and so on profiles.

5. Must produce clean layout of profile – The advent of Myspace layouts have disrupted the web usability. Music playing even without me turning it on. Contrasting colors. Mouse pointers bigger than the real mouse (yes, the mammal). Crazy font sizes. Just plain stupid to me.

If it was easy to add (someone messaged me and immediately asked if I
could add her even if I do not know her yet), should it be easier to
dispose of as well?

If you are not paying attention to your friend counts, it does not matter but if your last recall says you had 192 friends and the next time you logged in, it lost one. "Why would someone take time to remove me from his/her list?" What’s even more difficult to figure out is who actually disappeared from the list? (unless Friendster will install a new feature "You were removed as a friend by Anne").

Was it because of hatred, jealousy or just plain "cleanup" process? Hard to figure out, right? But don’t get me wrong, let no online activity tear down friendship just because the other party can’t see your facial expression when typing your thoughts or couldn’t figure out the smiley ^_^ actually means. And it resulted to misunderstanding, an ailment easily remedied when talking on the phone or in person. Personal touch through traditional means still rule. That is why phone card dealers at Worldwide House still exist even with the proliferation of Skype, Yahoo! Messenger with Voice or Google Talk and other VOIP technologies.

Again these are sometimes way too straightforward and does not even relate to attitudes closely so don’t take this too seriously. But you are what you produce in Friendster. Be responsible. If you are a teenager with bouts of rebellion with parents and want to be identified as a rocker ala Avril Lavigne fame, so be it.

There should be freedom expressed the right way. Otherwise, let the purging begin.

Chilly Springtime in Shek O

Happy Easter!

Temperature’s been dropping in late teens this Easter weekend. 17C is my idea outdoor temperature wearing shirt and no
sweaters. And it feels good especially that it’s April and summertime is impending. I wish Hong Kong temperature would stand as is in perpetuity. But it wouldn’t.

Couples For Christ Hong Kong found a good idea to celebrate Family Day on a spring season. It used to be late summer where weather’s just awfully humid. This time, the weather is tempered by South China’s easterly cool winds.

As is the tradition of the community, everyone in the ministry is invited. I missed the hiking expedition earlier in the month and I am making sure I am able to catch up with my chaps this time. True enough the weather alone was one great reason to come. We are to have this gathering in the Shek O, a beach town in a southern peninsula of Hong Kong. It has fine beaches facing South China Sea.

Zandro, Jay, Tina, Mike N, Jan, Gino, Mike S, Belle, Junjun were there plus a sizeable number of sisters from Sunday Group. A lot of weekday members are not around but it did not spoil the fun we had. Nobody is a volleyball expert and that made our beach volleyball “practice” session more fun. The bad thing though was that my old reliable Nike lost its left sole while negotiating the fine beach sands playing with Zandro, Mike S and Maia.

Overall the gathering was perfectly timed, we did not stay late, we had fun under the covered sun. Kudos CFC HK.

A Great Example of Service

Cissy is our only local Chinese member of Singles For Christ here in Hong Kong. In many instances she would bridge the language gap between Filipino members and Hong Kong Catholics who wanted to know more about the community. In the land where more than 90% are of Chinese ethnicity, it will be ironic not to have one single member in SFC.

Thank God there is Cissy.

She had been a member for more than four years, beginning when she was at work in Thailand and getting to know community members Jenny (now in Australia) and Shasha (now in the Philippines) who used Hong Kong as workbase. On those years I would wonder how it feels to be alone especially when your companions start talking in tongues — er, mother tongues.

I feel isolated when my officemates start talking in Cantonese during our lunchtime break. I am the only Filipino in the group. So it’s not difficult to understand what Cissy must have endured. As much as we find Cantonese language difficult to grasp, she must have the same thing in mind too when it comes to learning Tagalog even if she sometimes utter words taught maybe by Linda, Esther or Arme.

She looks silent when we are at gatherings, probably because she belongs to a (culturally) one-man minority. But she also gives her ideas, many of which are in context of the local values and practises.

There have been attempts to invite locals in the Christial Life Program, but nearly all of them fade away even before halfway of the entire seminar. Thus, the aim to build a multinational SFC community in Hong Kong remains a goal. And Cissy remains without a local companion.

It was not difficult to befriend Cissy. It was not surprising to see me having dinner with her and confide something I cannot tell to others, or ask something that is related to her being a Hong Kong local. And when she thought about a new service she’d like to pursue, she also sought my words about it. Gladly she accepted the call and will now be moving on a new life in Cambodia, extending her talent, treasure and time away from her family.

She leaves Hong Kong life, the shopping experiences, the comforts of family and friends’ companionship and a stable job, in order to be with people who need her help more.

On the day of her thanksgiving Mass, I was unable to fulfill a promise due to my recent arrival from an intercontinental flight. That would have been my tribute to her as promised during our dinner before Christmas break.

I hope for a good health, safe working condition and happiness in your journey in Cambodia. I honor you Cissy.

The Manny Pacquiao Victory

The victory of Manny Pacquiao has indeed ushered a surge in confidence among Filipinos, hungry for redemptions amidst all debacles faced on a daily basis.

I was watching again the movie Fan Chan (My Girl) while ironing clothes at home while listening to the Internet feed of GMA 7 on its partial coverage of the boxing between Manny Pacquiao and Erik Morales. Somewhere in the south, another Morales was being inaugurated as President of Latin American country of Bolivia.

And since the anchorman on air seemed not too interested in the coverage and had to rely on updates from a reporter fielded in a raucous rendezvous with local fans, I stopped listening and instead turned to ESPN boxing page to see whether there is a blow by blow coverage. There was none. But it was interesting to see their scorecard and analysis per round, with a web page updated every three minutes or so. Even if I see many articles in ESPN predicting Morales to win this fight, I never got disappointed. After all, I am rooting for a fellow Mindanaoan, win or lose.

The first two rounds were split between the two boxers. But the third to the fifth seemed to favor Morales’s way. I had no way to see whether their claim was true; I was a little partial with their scorecards especially that one of them has a Spanish name and may be a little bit biased with Morales. They also had good views on how each boxer made way through each of the rounds.

In the sixth round, the tables have been turned and Pacquiao’s punches were hitting at will and Morales was apparently becoming tired of the fight (I watched a short video highlight) showing he had a good grip of the ropes when he began to get manhandled, like a lizard clinging for its dear life on the ceiling of my childhood house). Consistently, 10-9 was scored in favor of Pacquiao on the later rounds.

Then I noticed the updating of the scoreboard seemed to stop. I was busy with the movie and my housework that I did not notice the commentary that indicated Manny Pacquiao exacted his revenge over Erik Morales.

I can only imagine how ecstatic the country has been, with this development. As barbershops, eateries, movie houses at shopping malls were filled with excited audience, anxious to see if their hero will bring home the bacon this time. He did! From the flag-waving Filipino fans by the ringside of Thomas and Mack Center to the flag-waving citizens at Plaza Miranda, the country is one in celebration.

With a bonanza of P200 million (plus pay-per-view receipts, minus tax) from his latest fight, Manny Pacquiao is now bounded with wealth. With firm support from the President of the Philippines, he is now bounded with power. With several commercial endorsements and movie appearances, he is now bounded with fame.

Hopefully, despite the lures of these luxuries of life, he will still continue to be a model for the entire Filipino people, for his victory has united a society divided a nation, something that the President of the Philippines could not do.


During our SFC household meeting, Chito got us a recorded fight between Pacquiao and Morales. What Manny did was indeed heroic. The fight has the makings of an epic until Miguel Arroyo and Chavit Singson climbed the ring and tried to get as much publicity as they can. Worse, the President of the Philippines made her own way of being thoughtful, no matter how much boos she would be getting. Had Morales won the match, I won’t expect Mexico’s president Vicente Fox to give a call to congratulate him.