Facebook surprised me when I saw an awesome post among my feed that pays tribute to the 6th year anniversary of my being connected with my brother Wreigh in Facebook. It is so damn cool, I of course have to “share” it. (It garnered 20 likes, by the way)
This post along with the ‘On This Day” feature in Facebook makes you feel nostalgic and sentimental. It also makes you realize how far
you’ve been for the past few years… from your being nerdy to charmingly sociable or from being horribly ugly to being drop-dead gorgeous. This Facebook feature is so amazing and heartwarming!
Being the wicked and crude that I am, this Facebook recollection makes me wonder when will Facebook pays homage to the time when you “un-friended” or “blocked” someone on Facebook. I am so looking forward to seeing that kind of a tribute on my Facebook feed. I will definitely share that!
I woke up at three and got my ears pregnant! That is after watching the intense and high-valued production numbers of 42 countries competing for the Eurovision Song Contest 2016.
Though I am gutted because she did not win, I am very proud of Dami Im for making it to second place. She actually garnered a landslide of a vote from the international jury, which is 50% of the votes. How I wish I was at the arena for me to witness how shocked and sputtered the crowd have been after Ukraine was announced the winner. Ukraine’s entry was neither the top choice of the international jury (which went to Dami) and neither the viewers’ choice (which went to Russia).
I personally feel that Dami should have been the winner! She clearly was the one to beat. For me, close second would be Sweden (super nice song that is easy to the ear) then followed by Lithuania (such a danceable track!).
Dami’s entry was awesome! The song was great, the production was awesome, the high fashion overall look was impeccable, the megawatt voice was enchanting and Dami’s radiating charm and multi-cultural background is what Europe needs. Eurovision this year could have been a magical Damivision. And the news headline could have been “Australia Invades Europe!”
Anyhow, Dami clearly won the hearts of Europe! Massive congratulations Dami Im! One Pinoy member of the fierce Dami Army here is no doubt so proud of you.
The sixty-year old Eurovision Song Contest is literally an unknown here in the Philippines. Though it is watched by more than 300 million viewers around the world, news about it here in the Philippines would usually run for a short five to ten seconds. It is merely just to announce who was declared the winner. News about Eurovision (if ever it actually post interest among local TV networks) is basically like an entertainment-news-filler so as to stretch the news program here in the Philippines.
But for this year, I am one of the very few Filipinos who is very excited about the upcoming Eurovision Finals this year. It is because Dami Im, my favorite Aussie singer with a megawatt voice made it to the finals!
I couldn’t contain my happiness when I learned through her Facebook page that she got through the finals. When I read this news, I dropped everything and started searching for her performance on Youtube. And when I found the video, I had my phone’s sound on a full blast!
Hear the ear-splitting reaction of the crowd… they were actually singing along… I had goosebumps everywhere while watching this…
While watching her perform, I suddenly wanted to move to Sweden so as to cast my vote! Dami’s performance during the semi-finals was absolutely amazing! She slayed it! Her Sound of Silence song seem to already sound like a sound of success in this year’s Eurovision!
My mother loves me. Case in point is what just has happened.
I was too lazy to answer my phone. But after ringing like a million times, I knew that it’s my mother who’s calling. She’s the only one whom I know who has the patience and tolerance to wait that much amount of time of allowing numerous ringing of a telephone before finally giving up. But this time, I was starting to feel a headache out from the unstoppable ringing, I did not have the choice but to answer it.
And when I answer “hello”, Nengkoy’s first utterance over the phone was a question of what time will I be going to her house. I did not answer her question but instead greeted her warmly by saying “Happy Mother’s Day!” She answered back by saying an annoyed and sarcastic “Tse!” (English translation: Shut Up!)
She started telling me stories over the phone, who were already in her house at that moment and what food she has prepared. We concluded our conversation by assuring her that I will be in her house later in the afternoon. That’s how Nengkoy loves me!
A fanatic is someone who is enthusiastically devoted to something or somebody. They are the type whose supposed reasoning and realistic views are often clouded by their strong affection, uncritical adoration or excessive enthusiasm towards the object or person of their devotion.
I for one is a fan. Lots of friends and relatives know that the person of my fanaticism is the Queen of Pop Madonna. I have done senseless things in the past on my being a fan of Madonna. That is, from hanging huge posters or framed photos in my room to cutting and collecting clippings of articles written about her to buying all her records.
I am a fan because whatever Madonna does, I still admire her. My reasoning, logic and judgement tends to get murky when it comes to Madonna. Whatever she does, whatever she says and whatever she thinks, no matter how bad, evil or crazy it is, such will just be fine, tolerable and acceptable with me.
I can always reason out or justify why she utter a thought or does things no matter how stupid it may be. I can even think of meanings behind what seem to be symbols in her wardrobe, in her songs or in her music videos. That is how fanatic I am about Madonna.
This is the very idea that led me to think about the new fandoms that has emerged in two countries where the presidential election campaigns are ongoing. I am talking about USA and the Philippines.
In US, it can no longer be denied the existence of hardcore devotion towards the Republican front runner Donald Trump. And here in the Philippines, we have the presidential front runner and likely victor Rodrigo Duterte, whose despicable utterances and vile conducts make Donald Trump look like a polite and obedient boy.
And since I live here in the Philippines, let me focus the fanaticism towards Duterte. Otherwise known as “The Digong Phenomenon”, this fandom is something new here in the Philippines. According to social analysts, this new fanbase crisscrosses the social status spectrum, i.e. from class A to E.
And despite the fact that he has gone fickle in admitting to have hidden wealth, he disrespect the elders, challenge the foreign allies, admitted to have killed thousands of people, joked about rape and death of a slashed neck woman, call the Pope a son of a b, and does not seem to have concrete plans about the Philippines, his fans still would not mind. The fanatics still profess to vote for him in the coming election. They would even threaten to fight and stage a revolution in case he loses.
Yeah, I am the same of a fan-tard of Madonna as what multitude of Filipinos to being fan-tards of Duterte. But what’s the disturbing difference? I can think of only one answer.
The big difference would be the effect of such fanaticism. My devotion or Madonna fans’ adoration would not shape or influence the future of a nation. While the Duterte fanaticism could actually affect everyone in the Philippines may a citizen be a fan or not. Madonna’s utterances, actions, triumphs and failures would basically affect her and her alone. But Duterte’s actions, decisions, would-be-achievements and most-likely-transgressions would obviously affect every Filipino may they be based here or abroad.
And since I am not a fan, the thought of Duterte being my President makes me so anxious and nervous. The result of the upcoming Philippine election definitely is a very critical event. Whether I like it or not, it will be part of my life in the next six years. The future of the overall situation of the nation where I breathe is at stake. And the thought of Duterte being my President makes me shiver! That is why in my humble effort, I would try to dissuade people from voting for Duterte.
I know that (like my unbending illogical adoration towards Madonna) the Duterte fanatics will never, in any way reverse or even bend their fanaticism towards Mr. Duterte. And in case Duterte is proclaimed the President, I would just have to accept and assent to the impending menacing circumstances.
I will most probably lynched or will have to shower offensive slurs in the next couple of days because of this piece of writing – because Duterte diehards can somewhat be rude, insulting and odious – but I truly hope and pray that Duterte fans are outnumbered by voters who chose a different candidate.
Aside from being the same on being illogical, unbending and absurd. I just hope that Duterte fanatics are outnumbered, the same way that I being a Madonna fan is outnumbered.