Category Archives: Personal

An Unpublished Book and some Throwback “Thank Yous…”

I took part in writing a biography a few years ago. It was about the longest serving town mayor of San Pedro Laguna, Calixto Cataquiz, an unpretentious local politician who became a friend during the course of the project.

I would have not agreed to write the bio if my friend, Pepe Alas, was not on board. I was a supervisor at a BPO in Alabang; Pepe, a Spanish speaking agent under my program. I assumed the writing task would be easier working with someone I knew personally. We often times wrote while we’re both in the office.

We had a great time writing. Of course, there were a few bumps and misses but nothing we couldn’t handle. The only frustration was that the book remained unpublished.

The last time I caught up with Mayor Cataquiz was during Pepe’s wedding. He told me of a few political issues that made him decide to shelve the project. The Mayor was abruptly disqualified a week before the last election—his wife took over and won.

So, that’s that for me writing for politicians. I’ll stick writing here—for now.

Pepe still believes that the book would get published. He’s still working at it, putting the finishing touches. He became a close supporter of the Cataquizs. The latter aided him during the perilous and costly medical emergency brought about by his wife’s pregnancy.

Often time’s failure gives us more than success.

During our time writing, we met several cultural workers in San Pedro. Like this friendly chap, Sonny Ordonez, author of a book dedicated to San Pedro’s miraculous Lolo Uweng, a Santo Sepulcro enshrined in Landayan. He cheered us to continue, gave helpful tips on how to write.

And there were other strangers whom we have never personally known but did us favors. Like Gemma Cruz Araneta who wrote about our small book project in her Manila Bulletin column. I never got to thank her personally but I appreciate what she did for us.

You don’t always get what you want—but you’re getting something. That’s for sure. You’ll just have to learn to appreciate the little things, the friends you make, the invisible hands that comes out of nowhere to help.


With Don Pio Andrade de Paracale!

I visited chemist Pio Andrade in Arellano University (Legarda) to ask him a few questions about his history growing up, as a chemist and as a historian. He’s a personal hero of mine. One of those guys that got me reading deep into Philippine history. He’s an iconoclast, a man whose obsession with methodical research in chemistry and history, challenged the established notions in both field of studies. Even with his accomplishments he remains humble and surprisingly approachable. I’ve met so many academics and so called experts, none could be more genuine and generous than Andrade.

One of these days his story must be told in detail. Even in writing history, he’s driven by this insatiable thirst to correct the manipulations in our text books. I find it interesting how he ended up writing that controversial book about Carlos Romulo, “The Fooling of America,” an investigative book exposing the true character of the former UN president. He was at that time a student in the University of Florida when he heard Romulo, then President Marcos’ foreign secretary, proclaim that the election that president had just bagged was the cleanest of all elections. “When I heard that, I told myself that I have to write about this man and expose him,” Andrade recalls. His  writing against Marcos also landed him an audience with Americas Secret Service.

I first met this brilliant chemist in a seminar about Philippine history in Instituto Cervantes. Immediately, I was impressed with the data he presented. His lecture was about friar contributions. Not surprising that his topic aroused negative reactions among the audience. I remember F. Sionil Jose standing up and shouting at him when the latter discussed the issue of ‘Calamba estate”. Calm and collected, Andrade offered his folders to the national artist telling him “it’s all here.”

With Chemist, Filipino historian and writer Don Pio Andrade.

Presently, Andrade is writing research papers and articles. His upcoming book about the history of the gold town of Paracale will be publish this year. Another book which I can’t wait to get my hands on is his Rizal book. Unlike other works about the hero, Andrade intends to expose the lies and manipulation behind some of what we’ve accepted to be gospel truths about the man.

I remember a conversation I had with one of Andrade’s friend who I interviewed a couple of years ago, Ernie de Pedro, an English educated man who’s known for his work as film archivist and historian. He said that he often wonders why Andrade gravitates towards controversial subjects that ends up putting him in disadvantageous positions. “He’s driven by his principle and passion and emotion,” de Pedro said to me. Another common friend, Liz Medina, a Filipino writer based in Chile describes Andrade as “Bonifaci0-like” in his uncompromising writing.

I asked Andrade why he returned here in our corrupted country when he could have opted to get employed in the US where he could have made millions. He answered me with just one word, “patriotism”. I think that pretty much sums up the kind of man he is.

I would try to put the transcript of my interview with Andrade on this site. I just need to find time to do this. Also, he handed me some papers containing his lectures. I have to put these here too.

One thing that I need to learn from this man is his methodical research. He’s so organized when it comes to research. He’s a master at this, even Ambeth Ocampo (who vouched for Andrade to replace him in Inquirer when he joined the Benedectine) is a follower of Andrade’s work.

16 December 2013


The Traveling Bunch. The Alas’ as La Familia Viajera

They’re a travelin’ family

Just when I thought two blog’s too much for this corporate slave friend of mine, he decided to add another.

He calls it LA FAMILIA VIAJERA.

While he claims it’s the first and only family travel theme blog, what I know with certainty is that Pepe Alas is going to provide a lot of good historical info in his new site. The guy’s a great writer and researcher. A true historian out to defend our authentic Filipinoness. And the wife, I’m pretty sure she’ll add style—quite a fashionista that kumare of mine.

Here’s hoping that Mr. Alas gets to maintain the blog regularly because I can’t wait to read, read, read.

By the way, It also excites me to know that my inaanak, Jefe, will get to see some of the historical sites that I know would make him a better person. I could still remember the days when my mother would bring me to the churches of Quiapo, Ermita. Sta. Ana and Baclaran. Seeing these old churches had a profound effect on me. I learned to appreciate our past at such a young age. So these children, all four of ’em, would grow up with something most people never had. I commend my friends, Pepe and Yeyette, for this wonderful idea!


Ain’t that a beaut…

ain’t that a beaut…

I just had to post this. Only nature could give us such splendid vivid colors!

This was taken around 0530 in the morning. It was a short three hour flight from Singapore, the plane here is already moving towards the terminal.

In this flight, I was sitting behind a group of seamen who were obviously excited to go home. “I could see our house from here!”, a younger man whose skin manifest the harsh sea condition they probably worked in for years. And now they’re home. There was also this woman who had difficulty breathing, so the crew made an announcement to call on individuals with knowledge in dealing with such an emergency–two nurses responded. There, faith restored in humanity–and fellow Pinoys.

This dawn scene also reminds me of my time working with an IT firm in Alabang. Our office is located on the 25th floor. I go home around 6 or 7 in the morning, around the time when the sun is slowly sloping up the mountains of Morong. Some colleagues would regularly see me taking photos. I’m sure this bothered some of them but I can;t just help it. This went on for two years. Just imagine how many shots I took!


With Manong Frankie Sionil Jose

How do you give an introduction for someone like F. Sionil José? Anything that I’ll say was probably said better by others. So let me skip the introduction.

While I differ from his view on many toipcs in Philippine history, my appreciation for his cultural, social and historical writings remained.

The man has never abandoned his quest for social justice. His criticism of the country’s irresponsible elites and the locals passiveness has become the theme of his impassioned writings. I admire that he never tire of bearing the desire to change his nation after all these years. Most people would have given up–but not Manong.

I like this picture. FSJ looks disinterested (I’m not sure if he was). That’s a great profile of the man. We kept banging our knees. We took turns seating side ways. The novelist is a hefty, tall guy, almost the same height as I am. His office is cramped with books, there’s a type writer. No laptop. He slouches on his seat like a little boy. Favors wearing crocs over shoes around his office. He readily admits that he tire easily these days. (Special thanks to César for taking photos).

To quote him, “my generation failed; it made all this mess and I am, myself, culpable. Looking back, I should have shouted more loudly, longer, too, even perhaps to the point of getting hoarse. For that is what Bertolt Brecht said — “Shouting about injustice hoarsens the voice” — and the artist whose voice is hoarse will not be understood, will not even be listened to.” His egalitarian ethos for the common Filipino has never diminished.

It was easier for him to rest on his laurels, write commissioned biographies, get rich doing what so many gifted minds has done but he prefers to toil and tug along that rough road.

He runs a bookstore where he still writes.  He’s now 88.

This is not a formal interview, more like a chit chat between an obscure blogger and one of the country’s literary greats, Manong Frankie.

F. Sionil José: Teka, are you related to the the pilot — that made the trip from Manila to Spain?

Arnaldo: Yes. I heard from older relatives. But I don’t know how he’s related to me.

F. Sionil José: You see, that was in the, what 20’s or 30’s?

Arnaldo: Early 1900’s Manong, not sure when.

F. Sionil José: See I have good memory. I remember. Matagal na yon ha!

Arnaldo: Let me shake your hand.

F. Sionil José: Oh. [Laughs]

Arnaldo: I’m shaking the hands of one of the greats!

F. Sionil José: Oh, narinig mo yun Cesar? [Laughs]

F. Sionil José: Oh ano? ano ba interest mo?

Arnaldo: How are you? kamusta po ang buhay?

F. Sionil José: Oh sige salamat, it’s humdrum

F. Sionil José: Do you write?

Arnaldo: I blog…

F. Sionil José: Ok yan. May blogger dito nun’ kamakailan lang.

Arnaldo: Is it true that you’re a snub, I don’t think so, but why do people…

F. Sionil José: [laughs] Ganito yan’ ah kung minsan I’m so busy I don’t want visitors. Kung minsan naman, kagaya mo, suddenly you just drop by out of the blue… otherwise naman I could spare time with anyone who wants to see me.

Arnaldo: I’ve read the things you’ve wrote about Singapore, I worked there but recently had to quit…

F. Sionil José: Ha? Teka muna, what’s your work in Singapore?

Arnaldo: I was working with a software company. I’m not sure if you’ve heard that they’re trying to localize the workforce there?

F. Sionil José: They can’t do that. They don’t have enough people.

Arnaldo: But they’re trying to develop their locals…

F. Sionil José: Kahit na. At saka, no matter what they do, they’ll always need people that knows more. I know Singapore well. Simple lang yan. I was there when it was like Binondo. Curious ako, “ano kaya yan Singapore na yan?,” it was a small town surrounded by rubber plantation. Mostly, rubber plantation. I’ve been traveling around the region, from the late 40’s onwards.

Arnaldo: A few weeks ago, I was reading an old article of yours about your grandson in Illinois.

F. Sionil José: Ah, that. It was a short story. It was very autobiographical.

Arnaldo: Do you still write?

F. Sionil José: Feet of Juan Bacnang. César kailan ba lumabas itong Juan Bacnang? ah yes, February last year. This could very well be my last.

Arnaldo: No, no, no.

F. Sionil José: I’m not well. Marami akong sakit. Salamat na lang that this [pointing to his head] is not yet demented. I know younger people who suffers from memory sickness.

Arnaldo: Are you aware how you inspired young people, like, to look at social and cultural issues in a…

F. Sionil José: Yes, yes. But I don’t really think of it.

Arnaldo: Did you really told Ramos to hold on to power and reform the government?

F. Sionil José: Yeah, to stage a coup. It’s just articulating the obvious.

Arnaldo: Do you think someone would come along and lead us, correct the wrongs, heal the ills?

F. Sionil José: Maybe.

Arnaldo: Never thought of running for public office?

F. Sionil José: [Laughs] No, but I was in government for two years. I was in the Foreign Service, I went to Sri Lanka. I have experience in the bureaucracy, the Department of Foreign Affairs, thank God, it was led by someone I admire, knew very well, si Manny Pelaez. So it wasn’t too bad. I had direct communication, all the suggestions I gave were followed. Those kind of things. Because there’s nothing more frustrating than when you have something good which you think should be accepted but gets rejected.

Arnaldo: Do you think artists can be good at running things? like government?

F. Sionil José: [Laughs] We’re rooted on reality. It’s the imagination, the dream that sustains us, that takes us off to the cosmos.

F. Sionil José: Paano ngayon di ka na babalik sa Singapore?

Arnaldo: I don’t know. I’ll look around and see what are opportunities I could take. The economy, they say, is doing well. So, let’s see.

F. Sionil José: Maraming opportunities dito. But sometimes, it’s difficult even for the skilled. Ganyan naman dito sa atin. How are your ties here?

Arnaldo: My network is good. I’m very positive, upbeat po tayo!

F. Sionil José: Alam mo that’s the advantage of open societies. You can fit in anytime because you have the talent needed. Dito, what’s wasted dito sa ating bayan is not the talents that go out but the talents here that are not utilized! Hindi ginagamit, ang daming marunong, you know, but somehow they could not get into [inaudible] positions.

Arnaldo: So these talents, ends up poor, desperate?

F. Sionil José: Basahin mo yun Star last Sunday. I’m writing something about poverty. Again. Kailan ka ba dumating?

Arnaldo: A couple of weeks ago.

F. Sionil José: Ah so you don’t…

Arnaldo: I download all your articles and put then all on my e-book.

F. Sionil José: Ah [laughs] you’re, what’s that, a techy. I can’t even use the computer.

Arnaldo: I’ll never forget that Cervantes seminar where you shouted at Pío Andrade, why were you so upset?

F. Sionil José: [Laughs] Ah na dun ka ba?

F. Sionil Jose: I can’t stand it.

Arnaldo: You scared a lot of people there!

F. Sionil José: [Laughs] Ah oo na dun ka pala. Madami, daming audience, tao. Hindi daw kasi totoo yun kay Rizal ano? [Laughs] I can’t stand it, I’m incense by such things.

Arnaldo: I know that man, met him, Pío Andrade, he wrote “The Fooling of America”, I personally find his works formidable

F. Sionil José: His book is good. That one demystifying Romulo. Which is not completely true, I know Romulo. But there’s more than a kernel of truth in that book!

Arnaldo: So you read him also?

F. Sionil José: Ah yeah. Di naman ako basta basta nagsasalita.

Arnaldo: Tell me about Ninoy, Cory…

F. Sionil José: I would select the books and Cory would bring it to Ninoy in prison. I know them both very well.

Arnaldo: What about Robert Frost?

F. Sionil José: What about him?

Arnaldo: You’ve met him, right?

F. Sionil José: Ah yes, he was 80, and healthy when I interviewed him!

Arnaldo: Wasn’t he senile?

F. Sionil José: No! not at all. He was healthier than me kasi his cabin, di naman hills, but there were inclinations. We walked. He was walking faster than I! And I was just 30 years old.

F. Sionil José: Ah, you brought up Robert Frost. The woman that introduced me to him, I learned afterwards that she was the mistress! [laughs]
Was she Filipina?

F. Sionil Jose: No, Americano. Her husband was a good friend of Frost. Works in Harvard.

Arnaldo: Para palang si Hemingway to’?

F. Sionil Jose: [Laughs] but yun ano, yun persona ni Robert Frost, was old and gentle. I read in his biographies that he was cranky, one of the children committed suicide, but I didn’t saw these, iba s’ya sa personal.

Arnaldo: Was he cocky at all?

F. Sionil José: No, he was very nice. Very nice.

Arnaldo: These are the Americans intellegencia that was against the American empire

F. Sionil José: Oh yes. Ok, let me get back to work. Next time don’t show up unannounced!

Arnaldo: I will. Thank you Sir. I really appreciate this. Agnamayak!

F. Sionil José: [Laughs] Ok, ok.

May 2013


Great! but Grossly Over Priced Books!

I found two good books earlier. The first one,”Puentes de España en las Filipinas”, a coffee table bookloaded with picturesque images of stone arched bridges from the Spanish era. The pictures in Manila shows old bridges that amazingly survived countless conflicts and natural disasters. Some of them obscured by plant life, some by the constant reckless concrete repairs courtesy of our stupid public works department.

The other book is “Isabelo’s Archive”, from one of my favorite historian, Cebuano Resil Mojares. (For sampling of an excerpt click here). Mojares is a gifted scholar–he weaves historical stories and accounts that captivate the Filipino reader. His works are interesting and informative–only problem is that most of his books are high-priced. To be fair, it’s not only his books but most Filipiniana titles. I find it strange that when the subject is Philippine history, the more expensive it gets!

Cover of Puentes de España en las Filipinas

I don’t know why we have expensive books. For a nation that does not read the pricing does not make sense. This book by Mojares shares the same price with that dry, controversial book from Dan Brown!

Those who write romance novel and novelty books gets it.They sell their books nickle-and-dime. And it’s proving to be a great marketing tactic. Of course, history books would be harder to sell even if prices drop. Ambeth Ocampo and F. Sionil Jose are doing what I think is the right thing here. Find ways, creative ways to bring the price down–and the readers will come–they’re not only making good profit but also advancing their advocacy.

I don;t know if these historians are even aware how their works ends up being priced. If you’re a scholar don’t you want more people to discover your work. Why price it beyond their reach then?


The Last Bote

A day after the election, I came across eight guys drinking on the sidewalk not far from our home. On top of their makeshift table is a plastic pitcher, a glass, a plate with crushed ice and another plate with some salted peanuts. My father who knows everyone in this village told me that these men worked all day as volunteers for the former mayor who just unseated the current progressive young mayor– the reason for the drunken celebration. It would be safe to assume that the money they used to procure their alcohol supply was their poll watcher allowance. Not the wises thing to do but hey, these ‘estambays’ religiously follow the creed ‘let tomorrow worry about itself’.

The following morning, about three or four of these half naked men lay wasted inside a jeepney parked on the side of the road. When I went home that day, I saw some of them, now dressed and smoking cigarettes,  standing in front of the neighborhood sari-sari store seemingly waiting for nothing.

That’s a clear eight to one advantage. I realized that my vote isn’t going to tip the polls balance. So why try?

This would be the third time I’m going to the polls. And this could very well be the last.

I voted for four senatorial candidate, a mayor, a vice mayor and a couple of councilmen (both offers free ‘notario’ and legal assistance). Why vote for 12 senators when you know there’s only a few that deserves to be in the senate. The quality of those running for public office has gone down to the bottom of the imburnal.

Voting these days feels like picking rotting fruits. It’s just a matter of choosing which ones are not as bad as the bad ones.

What’s with these old corrupt dinosaurs and their venal relatives all running for office? These showbiz personalities trying to find their second careers in politics?

The scary part is that these people are being voted in–proof that we haven’t learned anything. Just when I thought that the likes of Erap would have a hard time getting elected, they and their family are back–if this is not a sign of a self destructing society then tell me what is?

Our political structures keeps the best and brightest out of contention. These political dynasties and their filthy rich patrons, accomplished building a political machinery so formidable no common man, no matter how qualified, could challenge it. Occasionally, you’ll have the likes of Grace Padaca winning against these political dynasties but this happening is as a rare as seeing a white cockroach. And when these deserving men and women manage to sneak in the back door, how long do they last? Most of these standouts had already lose their reelection bids! Power has gone back to the political dynasties in the provinces–this is our sickening political reality.

People are not going to vote for progressives in this country–only those who could guarantee more hand outs. And traditional politicians, with their vile ways are quick to exploit the masses appalling desperation. That’s their bread basket right there. More poor, more power.

Why would they educate the poor when it is this condition that guarantees exploitation? Keep them dumb and hungry. This guarantees perpetuity in Filipino politics.


The Times They Are A Changin Covers

I was looking for the original Bob Dylan version and stumbled upon several covers. Some are really good. I like this one from Eddie V.:

Then there’s this one from an angel voiced artist called Gabriell Aplin:

There’s probably more than two dozen covers (by recorded artists) but Tracy Chapman’s was pretty awesome. This one performed during Bob Dylan’s 30th Anniversary:

Springsteen performed the song in 1997 at the Kennedy Center Tribute to Dylan. He did alright but I had trouble reconciling this iconic resistance song being  sung in the presence of US politicians – the barkers of today’s wars.

“A song with purpose”, that’s is how the songwriter described the short folksy song he composed in 1963. A few months after its release, JFK was assassinated.  Just imagine what it was like for Dylan to be singing the song during those days.


Lovin’ this Phil. Diary Project!

One of the first thing I do when I’m online is read the blogs that I follow. I recently followed Manuel Quezon III’s, the Philippine Diary Project. It’s so good that it’s taking much of my reading time lately.

The initiative is a collection of diaries from known 20th century historical figures. It’s still on its beta stage so I could imagine the number of diaries increasing as time pass. The blog’s content is an invaluable resource for Filipinos aspiring to understand the past.

I read all of Ferdinand Marcos’ journal this morning. I wonder if they have more to add. Fascinating first hand accounts around the time things were starting to fall apart for “macoy”. The site included scanned image of his journal. For a strongman his handwriting appears very feminine.

This one, written January 28, 1970 Wednesday 11:50 PM:

The pattern of subversion is slowly emerging. The danger is now apparent to me but not to most people. The conspiracy to grab power and assassinate me and about a hundred officers. The terrorism in Central Luzon with the HMB’s and the Ma-Mao holding some towns in their power. The repeated cases of liquidation of government sympathizers, informers and agents; the pink intellectuals, writers, professors and students and fellow travelers. Then the time bomb in Jusmag. The riot in Congress last Monday. Now the UP faculty marches to Malacañang tomorrow and denounces police brutality and holds the administration responsible for the “policy of repression” and the “violation of rights”. Then another mass demonstration that may lead to another riot next Friday notwithstanding promises of Gargaritano, the Security officer of the student demonstrators [in the conference this afternoon in the palace] that he will coordinate with MPD chief Tamayo to maintain peace. And I am certain this is just the beginning. The newspapermen I have in my list are busy placing the government in disrepute and holding it in contempt before the people. The sabotage and the killings will continue. The slow chipping at the people’s confidence in government authority. If we do not prepare measures of counter-action, they will not only succeed in assassinating me but in taking over the government. So we must perfect our emergency plan.

And of course, our history is never complete without the galling American interference in our politics. Here Marcos’ speaks about the US Ambassador, written January 27, 1970:

I also met at 10:45 with Ambassador Byroade whom I quietly confronted with the story the Liberals are spreading openly that the American Embassy is supporting an attempt at a coup d’etat. He claims they only listened to the need for a coup. I told him of Patterson’s suggestion to blow up the bridges to isolate Malacañang. He seemed stunned and said he was greatly concerned and would do something about it. He said as long as he & Nixon were in position we would not be fighting Americans.

Going back to Quezon’s initiative, it’s interesting that he placed his content using WordPress. Perhaps he wants to maintain that bloggish appeal. His blog project links with other sites with similar content. I didn;t know that there are that many sites dedicated to diaries. Even found an interesting link containing Rizal’s journal.

What’s fascinating about diaries is that they’re unmediated accounts. Yes, it’s subject to bias, as most personal views go but the fact that they’re written by a direct observer gives it bearing and latitude.


British Bloggers Dead in Thai Road Accident

“We’re in Thailand.” The last map widget feed in Peter Root and Mary Thompson’s blog.

Both cyclist died in Thailand in a tragic road accident last Monday. The cyclists was traveling in Thailand when a vehicle hit them. Prior to the South East Asian country, they passed by China, Kazakhstan, Iran, Turkey, Italy, Germany and France, where they started their journey.

The bloggers from Guernsey UK, was “cycling the world” and posting their adventures on their popular blog, www.twoonfourwheels.com.

Traveling has its joys as well as its dangers. There’s the unknown. Things could go bad.

We’ll all miss Peter and Mary.

de AnDA


Filipino Made Backpacks

One of my favorite accessory when I travel is my Blazing Products belt bag. I bought it in 2004. It’s no Jansport but it sure is good if not better. I had two imported backpacks but this locally made belt bag, which I use far more often, managed to outlive them all.

Yesterday, I saw some Deuter belt bags on sale. During Chinese New Year there are many of these marked down sales here. I thought of buying but doing so meant using my old black belt bag less. No. I can’t do that to my 9 year old bag!

My bike with my old black belt bag tied on its handle bar. Cory and Ninoy’s grave site. Circa 2009.

I have no idea if Blazing Products still make bags. I can’t find them online. Did they went under? Now, that would be a shame. We Filipinos have this inexplicable, often extreme, affinity with imported products. Local products, even those possessing excellent quality, rarely gets support. Blazing Products are good reliable bags. I had a Bobcat backpack in high school. In my elementary years, it was the Khumbela bag. Remember them?

A former American boss found it amazing that Northface products are doing well in the country. I explained to him that we have good bags but local consumers would go for brand (the “estaytside” mentality). Even if that means paying triple the price.

While I was in Germany, I came across a couple of backpackers and one of them was carrying a Sandugo backpack. They were Swedes exploring the German country. The guy said he bought his from a shopping mall in Manila. They needed an extra bag and found a “bargain with very good make” in Sandugo. I have a Sandugo 40L bag (a different model from the one that guy was carrying) that I bought in 2008. I don’t do a lot of mountaineering, I just find them perfectly suitable for long trips and they’re not expensive at all. I sometimes check this bag in during flights because when its packed, it’s too bulky to hand carry. So it;’s taking some abuse from airport luggage handlers. It’s still in one piece, so that’s a good sign.

I’m not being paid to say these things but I feel that we have great bag makers and they deserve support from travelers like me who happens to have some presence on line. I want to do my part in putting them out there. I’ve been a fan of these Filipino companies for a long time and I would be happy to convince even one person to buy go try their products.


Graffiti as Art

“The Substation should be anything anyone wants it to be; open and flexible enough to do things his or her own way — KPK”

While walking along Armenian Street I noticed this wall with graffitis on it. It’s located in the small pathway between the Peranakan Museum and the Substation, a local place for contemporary arts founded in the 1990’s. Now, graffiti is a rarity here, obviously this one was created by the artists in the center and I’m sure they were allowed to do so.

It’s a fascinating art form. Their presence gives a city the appearance of gritty realism. I see it as an expression of struggle, of trying to overcome challenge. However, not all can be considered art. Some are downright vandalism. It takes a real artist, someone who has a vision to turn ugly surfaces into inspiring artwork to tie it all together.

Seeing these wonderful creations in that little corner made me respect graffiti art more.


On Celdran’s Conviction

I would be lying if I say that I don’t welcome this development. We’re still a nation of laws after all. Freedom of speech is not absolute, it’s subject to limitations – and this is what this Article 133 of the Revised Penal Code is all about.

I doubt if this guy will serve prison time. He’ll probably get a lesser sentence in the succeeding courts. Have him do community service. Let him clean the Cathedral for the next 6-12 months. He makes his living in that area anyway. That he got convicted is enough for me. But if prison time push through, I hope he survives it. As for the Church forgiving him, I heard they already did – but they’re leaving it up to the courts – too bad for the guy, the forgiveness was spiritual, not legal. I don’t think Priests can dissolve judicial decisions as they do with confessed sins.

I’m not one that gets easily offended. I listen to a lot of stand up acts from the US and they could get really brutal with their act on God and religion but it’s all fun and games. As long as they don’t do it inside my church, it’s all good – I’ll remain a fan. Celdran did his skit in Manila Cathedral! If he had done the same inside a Mosque just imagine what would have happened to him. While I don’t expect people like him to be that courageous, the law that landed him a conviction was designed to protect all faiths from such disrespectful acts that often incite hatred and disturbances. He might not know it but the law was looking after him also.

Cito Beltran in his Philippine Star column explains, “Whether we agree or disagree with the outcome, what cannot be denied is there is such a law against offending religious feelings. It is a law intended to protect as well as to keep people in check from making inflammatory speeches or attacks against religious sentiments. This is not some church sponsored law intended to cast fear or give punishment to critics and Protestants, but is designed to protect all religions and faith.”

Hey, amen to that.


%d bloggers like this: