Velada

Assumption Convent High School Batch 1969 celebrated their 40th anniversary “velada” last night, Sunday, 18 October 2009 at the auditorium of the San Lorenzo campus.  They were some of the most accomplished  ladies in the land.  Among the ruby jubilarians were Tess Barcelon, Lody Barranda, Jojo Borromeo, Charo Cancio, Lynnie Castillo, Fay Chan, Annette Chanco, Coritha, Tutti Crisostomo, Aida Cui, Nini Diaz, Deng Dimayuga, Emy Faustino, Paula Feria, Gigi Fernandez, Nena Fule, Vicky Ignacio, Stella Illustre, Ito Kahn, Roxanne Lapus, Tess Lopez, Clarita Magat, Marivic McCann, Annie Molina, Mayen Ordoveza, Nenuca Ortigas, Mau Padilla, Lidia Pamontjak, Annie Rocha, Rose Rodriguez, Marivic Rufino, Tina Samson, Helen Silva, Pandy Singian, Tina Ty, et. al..

Happy Homecoming, Ladies!!!   :)    :)    :)

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“Walking Through Years of Friendship:  The  Assumption High School Class of 1969″

By:  Tess Z. Lopez

It’s show time for the glittering rubies of High School Class 1969!

As we prepared for the velada, we swung to the tune of “Pretty Woman, in celebration of life as fulfilled women in our chosen vocations.  We rocked to the beat of “ These boots were made for walking” remembering the twelve years we walked together at the Assumption Convent, coping with the disciplinary measures of the Assumption nuns,  cramming for quizzes and tests and, on the fun side, sneaking out of the watchful eye of Mang Segundo to eat at  Blums Coffee Shop in old Herran!  Those were fun days when life seemed so simple and everything a bed of roses.  After all, we belonged to the Age of Aquarius and “Flower Power’ was the “in” thing.  We became idealists, seeking peace and harmony in a world racked by global turmoil.

As we bade goodbye to the ivy walls of the Assumption after graduation, we began our individual journeys to fulfill our destinies.  We were full of queries where life would lead us to and what the future had in store for us.  Young as we were, we were charged with an adventurous spirit, and were willing to challenge whatever stood in our way of fulfilling our dreams.  And true enough, with determination, we found our niches in the world.  Many of us became full time mothers, others chose to pursue a career or business while raising children, a few have remained single.  No one chose the religious life! 

Forty years after high school, we come together again to celebrate the friendships that were nurtured through the years.  Thanks to the Age of Technology, the Internet has successfully located classmates who have been silent in the different  corners of the world.  Our friendships, aged by the passing years, resonate with the happy and sad times that  have been shared through the years.  Age and  the passing winds of time have developed new episodes in our lives.  A number of us have become widows, others are now young doting grandmothers and many have retired from their careers.  A few have left us forever to live in eternal peace.  We may not be as physically fit as forty years ago, but the class still holds on to a wellspring of zest and enthusiasm for life, seeking new dreams to pursue, never holding back to the ongoing challenges of life.

In whatever path of life my classmates have taken, I take pride that all of them have become the “ideal woman”  that the Assumption education prayed we would be.  In their sphere of life and work, Class ’69 has given dignity to womanhood, shared their material and spiritual resources to their families and workmates, taken up their crosses with strength and patience and in a thousand ways given of themselves for the betterment of society.  Truly, this has been the dream of our Mother Foundress!  As the curtain goes up on October 18, forty glittering rubies of High School Class 1969 will bring the show down in a dance medley celebrating Life, Love and Friendship.

The Cure

For a month before I went on a jaunt with Tess Lopez to Negros Oriental, I had been quietly enduring chronic stabbing pains in my right ribcage.  It was most painful when I was about to lie down, when lying down, and when rising.  But on the eighth day of the trip [ 12 September 2009, Saturday ], I suddenly realized that the pain had finally disappeared!!!

I don’t know what did it, but it must have been one of these three, or all of these three things, that rid me of the chronic stabbing pain…

What Vivian Yuchengco told me two weeks ago [ 21 August 2009, Friday ] over lunch at her sister Connie Yuchengco-Gonzalez’s was right:  roads and bridges are being constructed / reconstructed all over the Philippines.  Driving from Vallehermoso town to Dumaguete City — passing the towns of Guihulngan, La Libertad, Jimalalud, Tayasan, Ayungon, Bindoy, Manjuyod… — that Monday morning [ 07 September 2009 ], we saw, nay experienced, that 45 kilometers of the national highway from Bais City to Dumaguete City — passing Tanjay City and the towns of Amlan, San Jose, and Sibulan — had been torn up and were being reconstructed.  So for all those kilometers, Tess Lopez’s van, and the three of us Goyong the driver, Tess, and I inside, were constantly whipped from left to right, then right to left, shoved forward and backward, backward and forward, and diagonally both ways!!!  Good thing Tess and I were engrossed talking about everything under the sun or we would have positively gone bonkers.  Wednesday afternoon [ 09 September 2009 ], we drove from Dumaguete City to Bais City for the annual town fiesta [ Saint Nicholas Tolentino, Feast Day 10 September 2009 ], and it was the same story.  It was even more fun because Mercey Teves-Goni and other friends were with us so there was more to talk about.  Thursday afternoon [ 10 September 2009 ], we drove from Bais City all the way back to Vallehermoso town.  Now that was another memorable drive:  the national highway from Bais City for many kilometers was also torn up and was being reconstructed.  So for an unimaginably bumpy number of kilometers, Goyong the driver, Tess, and I were again whipped from left to right, right to left, shoved forward and backward, backward and forward, and diagonally both ways!!!  By the time we got to La Libertad town, I felt that I had had Swedish, Shiatsu, Thai, Hilot, and whathaveyou massages all at the same time!!!  It’s called “lamog” [ "all beaten up" ] in colloquial Pilipino.

During the three wonderful days [ 07 - 09 September 2009, Monday to Wednesday ] we spent with the lovely Mercey Teves-Goni at her Dumaguete City residence, there was a steaming pot of ”Chocolate Eh” on the dining table whether it was breakfast, lunch, merienda, or dinner.  YUMMY!!!  For the first time in my life, I had access to “Chocolate Eh” practically 24 / 7, and I absolutely didn’t mind.  True to my delightfully bad manners, I gulped it down instead of sipping it slowly like the ladies, Mercey and Tess.  The effects were wonderful:  We were happy and giddy all the time.  By the third day, I had consumed enough “Chocolate Eh” that I had begun to smell like a candy bar.

We were also constantly laughing about Anything and Everything…!!!  After dinners, Mercey, Tess, and I related the darndest stories of our lives, stories which made each other’s jaws drop to the floor, and it was way better than any comedy show on TV because it was all for real, however incredulous some of the episodes were.  Some of the stories, all real-life, could have put the world’s best fictionists — Ernest Hemingway, et. al. — to shame.     

So the next time I have chronic body pains, I have very good ideas on what to do…   :D    :D    :D

Fruit Batty

I’m not a fruit lover, unlike my late paternal and maternal grandmothers, my late mother, my sister, and my Korean sister-in-law.  But I discovered that I could eat tons of fresh fruits in Negros Oriental…

In Vallehermoso town, We found ourselves in hilly orchards of “lanzones,” “rambutan,” and other fruits.  The trees were dripping with fruits!!!  Thanks to the generosity of the owners, We were left to our own devices for a little more than an hour…  So we just picked at any fruit within arm’s reach.  They were sooooo SWEET and SUCCULENT!!!  Even the very few sour ones were still delicious.  Until then, this city kid had no idea that fruits directly picked from the trees tasted incredibly better than those in refrigerated supermarket shelves!!!  I just ate and ate and ate until I ballooned like those horrible, spoiled children in “Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”…!!!  

Ah, the great pleasures of the Philippine countryside!!!  Eat your hearts out, expats!!!   :P    :P    :P

New Math

We were all taught that 1 + 1 = 2;  that 2 + 2 = 4;  that 4 + 4 = 8, and so on.  That’s Basic Arithmetic, Basic Mathematics.  Well, for your information my friends, none of those equations hold true anymore!!!   It doesn’t matter if you did your PostGrads [ or even UnderGrads ] at Harvard, Yale, Cambridge, Northwestern, Duke, UC Berkeley, Stanford, etc., You learned the Wrong Things!!!  According to the Powers that Be in our Philippine Government, among them those involved in electoral processes,  1 + 1 = 10,000;  2 + 2 = 200,000;  10,000 – 1 = 110,000;  1,000,000 – 20,000 = 8,000,000; and so on…!!!

The Pampanga Governorship of Among Ed Panlilio is in legal peril because of a Recount ordered by the Court at the behest of the unimaginably rich and unimaginably powerful Pinedas of Lubao, with the obvious assent of their reluctant townmate, Madame President, and the cooperation of the entire Malacanang Palace machinery.  THE Political Debts, as always.

For the first time, the helpless doctors and the nurses in the provincial hospitals of Pampanga had 70 % isopropyl alcohol, cotton balls, syringes, intravenous fluids, basic medical equipment, etc..  They say that it was never that way during the incumbencies of Lapid and even Guiao.  Among Ed certainly made good his campaign promises.    

Many of us Kapampangans are going to order a T – shirt which says:  “KAPAMPANGAN KU, MARINE KU!”  [ "I am Kapampangan and I am Ashamed!" ].

Should it happen, We will not be surprised to see a rise in the number of renegades, rebels, and lawless elements in the province as well as the entire Central Luzon.  As with Marcos, so with Arroyo.

“Kung Kalokwan mu rin, Mangandaloko ta na ngan.”  [ "Kung Lokohan din lang, e di Maglokohan na lang tayong lahat." / "If it is going to be Foolishness [ in this case, Cheating ], then we will have Foolishness all throughout.”

Filipino Business will support…

“LAHAT!!!  BIGYAN ANG LAHAT… PARA WALANG ANGAL!!!  Give Everybody… so no one complains!!!”  declared Insouciant Heiress.

“LAHAT???!!!  All of them???  You can’t be serious…”

“I am.”

“Well, your dear cousin is running.  Is She included in LAHAT???” 

“Dunno.” 

“And what about You?”  I asked Powerful Lady, A Force in Philippine Business. 

“We have to get someone who is good for Business.  GMA is good for Philippine Business.  Somebody like her who knows his/her Economics…”

“Somebody like Manny?”

“Not quite.  We had difficulties with him and all those Camella Homes…” 

“Somebody like Mar?”

“Maybe.  Now Mar really knows his Economics.  But he’s marrying Korina.  She’s not popular by the looks of it.  We have nothing against her.  But she might bring him down… you know the majority of voters.”

I turned to Irascible Industrialist.  “So if Danding supports Chiz, will you support him too?”

“Depends.  Hey, somebody will have to tell Chiz to go back to school.  He doesn’t make sense.  His figures don’t make sense.  Posturing at the podium ala JFK isn’t enough!” 

“Why can’t he be more like Ralph?  Ralph went back to school and now he really knows his facts and figures.  Smart guy, that Ralph.  He’s got a brain!  Between him and Vilma, the Presidency is a breath away.  I’d vote for Ralph anytime!”   

“I agree with you about Ralph.”  interjected Powerful Lady.

“What about Gilbert?”

“That guy is great but the voters don’t know him.  He should have had more exposure these recent years.  It’s a pity his uncle Danding isn’t backing him.  Those Cojuangcos are divided:  Gilbert’s mother Ditas versus Danding.  Nikki’s beauty can be a real political asset, great for stupid voters, but those Cojuangcos have the darndest things to say about her…”       

And I turned to Taipan.  I politely asked:  “Who will you support, Sir?”  He smiled beatifically, as if he had not understood what I had asked.  “Who will you support for President next year, Sir?”  He expertly turned the question around to me:  “Who will you support?”  “Does it matter who I will support, Sir?”  He smiled and winked naughtily:  “Does it matter who I will support, my friend?”  “Of course, it matters, Sir, very much!”  “To tell you the truth,” he whispered, “I will have to support everyone who asks, but I will give more to the one I know will win.”  “How do you know who will win, Sir?”  “WE will make him win.  WE will make him win.”  And he smiled beatifically as if he had not spoken a word.  Like Buddha.

As for Toto Gonzalez, he will support himself.  Harharhar!   :P    :P    :P

Quadruple Bypass

“Fairy tales can come true… they can happen to you…”

And happen to you they did.

Erudite Manila simmered, seethed, and gritted their teeth as the four new “National Artists” were announced by the CCP Cultural Center of the Philippines…

“Fairy tales can come true… they can happen to you…”

The Apex of Power

I assume that most of us have read through [ in whole or in part ] the major treatises on Power, the most basic being Niccolo Machiavelli’s “The Prince,” to Hegel, Marx, Nietzsche, Heidegger, Bataille, Lacan, Foucault, Derrida all the way to the most recent works by O’Brien, et. al.. 

Given the nature and the requirements of Political Power, we need not wonder why Our Leaders act the way they do.  It’s all a natural, logical progression of Political Survival.

What are Your Musings???

Ultra Gloria

Whatever anyone says, She is still the most powerful lady in the land, and She can certainly order your head to roll if she wants.

I cannot comprehend how She has become so unpopular…

I still remember the time in 2000 when we were desperate to have her become the President of the Philippines, as we were quickly and surely sinking deeper and deeper [ as in Madonna's song "Deeper and Deeper"  :P    :P    :P  ] under the leadership of President Joseph Ejercito Estrada, a handsome, charismatic, debonair, dapper, dashing, sexy alpha male / macho man whose temperament and habits were not quite suited to the demands of being the President of the Philippines.

I don’t know whom to believe…

The Gentlemen say that She has the Philippine Military effectively in her Grip.  They are very happy with their generous compensations from The Palace.  That is why She can scold and humiliate them openly and freely during cabinet meetings and other public affairs without fear of their retaliation.    That is why The Gentlemen claim that we will no longer have any “coup d’ etat” during the remaining tenure of President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo:  Every single key person from the top general to the mere barangay functionary from Aparri to Jolo is on a regular, considerable payroll from Malacanang Palace.

It sounds logical if you ask me.  Rather Machiavellian… and I daresay brilliant of President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo, if that is indeed what she has been doing.  After all, “Money makes the world go round” is a universally acknowledged reality.   :P  

The Ladies say that The Philippine Military has her effectively in their Grip.  They claim that She cannot make a single move without the assent and support of her Generals.  The Ladies claim that the “Balance of Power” was much affected when the “Hyatt 11″ technocrats — eleven highly-qualified and principled Cabinet secretaries — withdrew their support from President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo:  it paved the way for PGMA to be wholly dependent on her reliable and loyal military men and thus The Power at The Palace came to be monopolized by the Philippine Military.

It doesn’t sound logical if you ask me, for the “Hyatt 11″ had No Real Political Power [ probably Moral Power, but that's an entirely different question, we're dealing with Reality here  :P  ] but that’s what The Ladies say.  They venture further that it was precisely at that time that the Bigtime Gambling Lords and the USD $$$ Multimillionaire Industrialists further consolidated their influence / hold / grip on President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo by putting their Big Money where their Mouths and Motives were.  Smart people if you ask me:  “Rub my back and I’ll rub yours.”   :P   

The Gays say that her Couturiers can’t get her body proportions — particularly the proportion, construction, execution and movement of her “terno” sleeves — therefore her dresses, right and that She remains, on account of her short stature and difficult proportions, the Couture Nightmare that the legendary Ramon Valera once considered her to be, along with Superstar Nora Aunor [ The Charice Pempengco of the early 1970s ].

Now, Trust The Gays to notice the darndest things about Anybody…

Granted, President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is not the Ethereally Beautiful, Tall, Long-Limbed, Soignee Swan that is The Former First Lady Imelda Romualdez-Marcos.  But then, How Many Ladies Are?  Neither were Corazon Cojuangco-Aquino, Amelita Ramos, Rosemarie Jimenez-Arenas, Ricky Reyes, nor Luisa Ejercito, G*ia Gomez, nor La*rni Enriquez.

By popular — or unpopular??? — demand.  Go, ravers and ranters!!!

Merry at Eighty

Happy 80th Birthday, Madame Imelda Romualdez Marcos!!!

There were sooooo many people…

Insouciant Heiress related that her mother, Real Estate Billionairess [ sister of the late Grand Manila Heiress ], attended for old time’s sake, for friendship’s sake, despite her multiple health problems.  However, after greeting Madame Marcos, She discovered that she had absolutely nowhere to sit.  So Real Estate Billionairess quietly left the Sofitel Philippine Plaza ballroom and hobbled to her waiting limousine.  Insouciant Heiress decided not to attend the Big Party of 02 July because She very well knew that 1,000 of Madame Marcos’ most intimate friends would surely shoehorn into the hotel ballroom.  However, most of the Marcos Inner Circle [ at least the surviving ones :P ] were already present at the smaller, but still grand, party the previous evening held at the pre-Malacanang Marcos residence along Ortega Street in San Juan.  Everyone who mattered was present. 

Best line of the evening [ 02 July 2009 ]: 

Influential media lady:  “O, ****!!!  Why are you here, outside the ballroom???”

Marcos daughter:  “Because I don’t know anyone inside!!!”

Life is funny, isn’t it?  Outrageously so.  It’s just a Nonsensical, Continuous Reversal and Counter-Reversal of Fortunes.  For All:  for the Always Bad, the Sometimes Bad, the Sometimes Good, the Always Good.  There was the former First Lady, Madame Imelda Romualdez-Marcos on her 80th Birthday, resplendent in all her renewed power and glory, despite her supposed 3,000 shoes and supposed 3,000 corresponding sins.  Then there was the former President Corazon Cojuangco-Aquino in the ICU Intensive Care Unit of the Makati Medical Center, attended by her loving family, suffering from colon cancer despite having led the Philippines from the 21-year Marcos tyranny.

“Because I Live for the True, the Good, and the Beautiful…”

And what are We, Ordinary Mortals, supposed to learn from this???

NADA.

Life is ridiculous.  Don’t sweat it.  It doesn’t make sense.  Never did.  Never will.

Period.   :)    :)    :)

The Imeldificat

There is the Magnificat… The Song of Praise of the Virgin Mary. 

And then there is the Imeldificat… The Song of Praise of Madame Imelda Romualdez Marcos…

And it goes like this…

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