Chicest Fashion Event

The SLIM Salvacion Lim-Higgins Gala held last Tuesday evening, 24 November 2009, at The Museum of the Filipino People [ at the National Museum Complex ] was, quite simply, THE Philippine fashion event of the year.  It honored the fashion achievements and career of a Chinese-Filipina couturiere who proved that she could measure up, inch for inch, to her European contemporaries, the gods of haute couture — Cristobal Balenciaga, Christian Dior, Hubert de Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent, Valentino Garavani, et. al..

The gala evening was also the launch of the ultrachic coffee table book “SLIM” on the oeuvre of the couturiere which was painstakingly put together by Salvacion Lim-Higgins’ only daughter Sandy and only son Mark, written by the articulate, witty, and edgy Lizza Nakpil [ a close and longtime family friend ], and designed by graphic designers du jour B & C.  In the spirit of sharing, the Higgins siblings also commissioned softbound copies of the book available for a more reasonable price accessible to fashion design students and teachers countrywide.

Social Manila arrived in full force and in full DDG dropdeadgorgeous style, in a critical mass, according to social observers, unseen even during the Monique Lhuillier gala, and the Joe Salazar and the Ramon Valera retrospectives.

All of Manila’s socialites, establishment and newly-minted, senior and newly-ripened…

All of Manila’s principal fashion designers were there:  senior designer Pitoy Moreno, international star Monique Lhuillier, creme de la creme doyen Inno Sotto, uberexclusive Pepito Albert, Hollywood success Ito Curata, society favorite Rajo Laurel, couture genius Ivar Aseron, very talented Rhett Eala, bridal favorite Patrice Ramos-Diaz, Jappy Gonzalez of the uberchic “Homme et Femme,” show business doyen Eric Pineda…

Easily the most expensively dressed and shod lady at the gala reception was the beautiful and statuesque Victoria “Vicky” Panlilio [ one of the swanlike daughters of the legendary international jeweller Fe S. Panlilio ], clad entirely in this season’s Chanel, eliciting discreet oohs and aahs from the very fashion savvy in the crowd.

Although it was set in Manila, Philippines, the SLIM Gala was straight out of the “Runway” magazine fashion gala scene in the movie “The Devil Wears Prada”…

“Faroles”

Dear Friends,

 

Let us help the people of Vallerhermoso town in Negros Oriental rebuild their Saint Francis of Assisi Parish Church and their Parochial School by buying their exceptionally creative but reasonably-priced Christmas stars and cards.

Please contact the Vallehermoso Helping Hands Foundation through Miss Tess Lopez for details.

God bless you,

Toto Gonzalez   :)    :)    :)

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Stars of hope, cards to rebuild school
By Carla Gomez
Philippine Daily Inquirer
First Posted 21:43:00 11/20/2009

Filed Under: Education, Christmas

HELP REBUILD A school razed by fire. Buy cards and stars of hope this Christmas.

Fire destroyed the St. Francis High School in Vallehermoso town in Negros Oriental on Aug. 17, but it has rekindled the bayanihan spirit among students and members of the community, Tess Lopez of the Vallehermoso Helping Hands Foundation Inc., said.

“Buying a star and card is a meaningful gift to give this Christmas because we know that every purchase of these products will help ensure the educational future of hundreds of high school students,” Lopez said.

The stars are works of art of students of the burnt down school and the cards by pupils of the Vallehermoso Central Elementary School.

The Franciscan fathers built the school in the early 1950s. A one-story wooden building can accommodate about 500 students.

Since then, the school in the fourth-class municipality had graduated thousands of students, a number of whom have become professionals, Catholic priests and educators, Lopez said.

The school had encountered setbacks and inadequate educational facilities because of its relatively low tuition.

However, its dedicated teachers did not falter in giving a good Catholic education to its students, Lopez said.

Fr. Titus Em Zamora, one of the school administrators, was responsible for setting higher standards and imposing strict disciplinary measures to prepare the students for the challenges of a college life, she added.

But in the early morning of Aug. 17, disaster struck. Fire caused by faulty electrical wiring ruined the school and the nearby parish church.

It spread rapidly because the town did not have a fire truck, and nothing was saved, Lopez said.

Spirit of hope

Today, the school has been relocated to a nearby site, literally built from the ground up by community work. The parents built the classrooms from bamboo and nipa.

The present administrators, the Franciscan sisters headed by Sister Susan and academic coordinator Helen Parreño, are slowly trying to rebuild from the ashes, Lopez said.

With the help of the Vallehermoso Helping Hands Foundation Inc., Lopez said the students launched the star of hope “symbolizing that amidst the darkness, a star sparkles in the night lighting up a spirit of hope.”

The students have created beautifully handcrafted and brightly colored Christmas parol (lanterns). It is their contribution to help erect new classrooms, Lopez said.

“It is often said that during times of crises, the best of man comes out. Indeed, the fire has solicited the spirit of cooperation amongst the people of Vallehermoso,” she said.

Even the elementary pupils of the Central School of Vallehermoso have come up with their own paintings that were reproduced into note cards, packaged into sets of eight for sale.

In Bacolod City, the stars and cards will be available at the Negros Showroom.

Those interested may call Tess Lopez at 09178971567 or e-mail her at vallehelpinghands@yahoo.com or at tessl8@yahoo.com.


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The Wars of Inheritance

If there will only be one defining post of this blog, the height of things awry, THIS IS IT [ ala Michael Jackson :P ].

It is universal:  the Biblical stories of Cain and Abel, of Joseph and his brothers, happens over and over again, like an unshakable curse, in the lives of privileged families all over the world… and there is no exception even here in the Philippines…

INHERITANCE.  What a lovely, utterly desirable word to those who wish to have it.  And what a weird word it is to those who have had the fortune, and more often the misfortune, to have it.

In the annals of the Supreme Court of the Philippines, Sy Joc Lieng et. al. vs. Petronila Encarnacion, et. al. [ 04 December 1905 - 19 March 1920 ], aside from being a landmark case of the validity of the celebration of marriage, was an early example of a War of Inheritance.  Unlike the contemporary archetype, the first SY QUIA was no poor Chinese immigrant who migrated to Las Islas Filipinas;  he was already a man of substantial means who lived in the biggest house in Am Thau town, near Amoy.  After Sy Quia [ Don Vicente Ruperto Romero Sy Quia ] passed away on 09 January 1894 in Manila, leaving a vast fortune in commercial real estate and other holdings, mostly in Manila, worth about Php 1,000,000.00/xx to his Chinese-Filipina wife Dona Petronila Encarnacion [ whom he married in 1853 in Vigan, Ilocos Sur ] and their five children Gregorio, Pedro, Juan, Apolinaria, and Maria [ surnamed Sy Quia y Encarnacion ], his hitherto unknown first family in Amoy, China, the descendants with his Chinese wife Yap Puan Niu [ whom he married in 1847 in Am Thau, Amoy, China ] suddenly appeared, claiming his estate.  The Supreme Court case chronicled the war between his Filipino family in Manila and his Chinese family in Am Thau, Amoy, China.

http://www.lawphil.net/judjuris/juri1920/mar1920/gr_l-4718_1920.html

The Sy Quia wars of inheritance did not end there.  Don Vicente Sy Quia’s second son Don Pedro Sy-Quia y Encarnacion married Srta. Asuncion Michels de Champourcin y Ventura and had three sons:  Pedro Jr., Gonzalo, and Leopoldo [ surnamed Sy-Quia y Michels de Champourcin ].  Pedro Jr. married Caridad Arguelles Cruz;  Gonzalo married Ramona Vargas;  Leopoldo married Maria Chanco.  The three brothers forthwith engaged in a protracted inheritance dispute over the vast real estate holdings of their parents, which included the first high rise apartment buildings in Malate PreWar.  When Pedro Jr. and Gonzalo had finally become exasperated, they offered the best properties to their youngest brother Leopoldo, who oddly enough, refused to accept the settlement.  He thought it was too good to be true and that there had to be a “catch” to it.

The Sy Quia wars of inheritance did not end there either.  To this day, the various Syquia descendants are still locked in bitter inheritance disputes.

According to the patrician social historian Martin “Sonny” Imperial Tinio Jr., every death in the affluent and prominent TUASON family of Manila from the late 1800s all the way to the 1900s was followed by a barrage of lawsuits, intrafamily and otherwise.   It was not a Tuason death if it wasn’t followed by lawsuits aplenty.

It has never been and will never be discussed in any official ZOBEL or ROXAS family history, but I’ve always wondered what the Zobel-Roxas siblings Jacobo, Alfonso, and Mercedes thought about their Roxas inheritance of the “Hacienda San Pedro de Makati” outside Manila in 1914 [ following the unexpected passing of their maternal grandfather Don Pedro Pablo Roxas in Paris in 1912; they were only children at the time; their mother, Don Pedro's daughter Dona Consuelo Roxas de Zobel, passed away during the cholera epidemic of 1908 ], way before the serendipitous McMicking developments PostWar.  Weren’t they resentful that it was among the less valuable of the assets in the portfolio of Don Pedro Pablo Roxas?  Yes, it was a big, picturesque piece of land — originally 1,616 hectares  purchased by their maternal great grandfather Don Jose Bonifacio Roxas for 52,800 pesos from Simon Bernardino Velez  in 1851 — but, aside from the pasture and rice lands, it was mostly nonproductive marshland and practically worthless then, most probably more a burden than a blessing in those times.  At that time, among the crown jewels of the vast holdings of Don Pedro Pablo Roxas and Dona Carmen de Ayala were the large sugar hacienda in Nasugbu, Batangas and the recently established centrifugal sugar mill in 1912 [ and finally incorporated as the "Central Azucarera de Calatagan" in 1927 ], which were assigned to their uncle Don Antonio Roxas de Ayala [ brother of their mother Dona Consuelo Roxas de Zobel; married to Dona Carmen Gargollo ], who headed the newly formed Vda. e Hijos de Pedro P. Roxas.  Dona Margarita Roxas viuda de Soriano, Don Antonio’s and Dona Consuelo’s sister, received the large Roxas hacienda in Calauan, Laguna which devolved to her son, Don Andres Soriano y Roxas.  However, in a happy twist of fate, the Zobel-Roxas siblings Jacobo, Alfonso, and Mercedes also inherited the vast Roxas family playground, the 10,000 hectare Hacienda Calatagan in Batangas, following the passing of their maternal grandmother Dona Carmen Ayala viuda de Roxas in 1930 [ who had inherited it in 1876 upon the death of her father Don Antonio de Ayala;  it had been purchased by the couple Dona Margarita Roxas and Don Antonio de Ayala from Sociedad Roxas Hijos, the family partnership, in 1862;  it had been inherited by the siblings Margarita, Jose Bonifacio, and Mariano Roxas y Ubaldo from their father Don Domingo Roxas upon his passing in 1843 ].  Also, in 1934, the title of the “Central Azucarera de Calatagan” was transferred from the Roxas to the Zobel.

When Senator Maria Ana “Jamby” Abad Santos Madrigal sued her Madrigal first cousins over the estate of their aunt, Consuelo “Chito” Madrigal [ ex-Vazquez ]-Collantes, it was not the first time there was an argument over inheritance in the affluent MADRIGAL family.  It had always been the case with the seven children of Don Vicente Madrigal and Dona Susana Paterno:  Macaria “Nena” [ married Juan Lichauco de Leon ], Maria Paz “Pacita” [ married Gustav Warns, later Atty. Gonzalo Walfrido Rafols Gonzalez ], Josefina “Pinang” [ married Francisco Bayot ], Antonio “Tony” [ married Amanda Teopaco Abad Santos ], Jose “Belek” [ married Victoria Teopaco Abad Santos ], Consuelo “Chito” [ married Dr. Luis Earnshaw Vazquez, later Manuel Collantes ], and Maria Luisa “Ising” [ married Daniel Earnshaw Vazquez ].

Brother Andrew Gonzalez F.S.C. of De La Salle University occasionally recalled with amusement how his first cousin Atty. Gonzalo W. Gonzalez once described his in-laws:  “They meet once a week to argue about money.  Unbelievable.”

Recently, the subject of inheritance came up while a dear friend [ a Madrigal granddaughter ] and I were merrily chatting away from the rest of the company at a dinner party.  I reminded her that her family was one of the last “Old Filipino,” non-taipan fortunes:  Roxas-de Ayala-Zobel-Soriano, Madrigal, Lopez, Cojuangco, Ortigas, Aboitiz…  She reflected blithely:  “I don’t know how it can stay that way.  They keep on arguing, arguing, and arguing.  How are we going to get anything done?”

It has never been and will never be discussed in any official LOPEZ DE ILOILO family history, but during PreWar, the siblings Eugenio and Fernando Hofilena Lopez sued their paternal uncle Don Vicente Lopez y Villanueva — the richest Lopez at that time — for the “return” of the sugar hacienda which they inherited from their assassinated father, Don Benito Lopez y Villanueva.  It was an interesting episode in the Lopez family history, because not only was Don Vicente the brother of their father Don Benito, but Don Vicente’s wife Dona Elena Hofilena, was the sister of their mother, Dona Presentacion Hofilena.  Also, Don Vicente and Dona Elena took their young nephews Eugenio and Fernando into their home after the assassination of their father, Don Benito;  their mother, Dona Presentacion, retreated to the house on “Roca Encantada” in the Hofilena hacienda in Guimaras island.   However, it seems that an agreeable settlement was made, because close family relations were happily restored between the feuding families.  The Lopez-Hofilena siblings Nelly, Benito, Lilia, and Vicente were close to their Lopez-Hofilena first cousins twice over “Tatay Ening” and “Tatay Nanding” to the end of their lives.

After the passing of Don Vicente LOPEZ y Villanueva [ married Srta. Elena Hofilena y Javelona;  after Dona Elena's passing, married Rosario Umelin ] — the richest in the Lopez de Iloilo clan at the prime of his fortunes — his children Nelly [ married Salvador Zamora ], Benito [ married Leonor de la Rama ], Lilia [ married Francisco Lopez Jison ], and Vicente [ married Maria Rita Molina Zamora ] encountered difficulties and disagreements in partitioning the large estate which included several sugar haciendas, sugar centrals, Manila real estate like the Elena Apartments in Ermita and the Lopez Court in Paranaque, as well as the famous Nelly Gardens mansion in Jaro.  It reached the point that they were no longer on speaking terms.  It took many years for the Lopez-Hofilena siblings to reconcile, just before they all passed.

COJUANGCO.  “Politics has always divided our family ever since I can remember.”  sighed a senior Cojuangco daughter.

There was also a War of Inheritance in the affluent and famously propertied PADILLA family of Manila.  Narciso A. Bibby Padilla passed away on 12 February 1934, leaving his childless widow, Concepcion PATERNO viuda de Padilla.  However, in his last will and testament, he named not his wife but his mother, Dona Ysabel Bibby viuda de Padilla, as heiress.  When, as due course, the childless Concepcion Paterno wanted to retrieve / separate her paraphernal properties from those of her husband’s, Narciso Padilla’s, his surviving mother Dona Ysabel contested.  Concepcion Paterno’s paraphernal properties included land and buildings on Arquiza, Juan Luna, Camba, part of the Martin Ocampo, Callejon de la Fe, part of the Regidor, and 9/29 of the R. Hidalgo.  The case was finally settled by the Supreme Court decades later on 26 December 1961, years after the appellant Ysabel Bibby viuda de Padilla and the appellee Concepcion Paterno viuda de Padilla [ + 1943 ] had both passed.

http://www.lawphil.net/judjuris/juri1961/dec1961/gr_l-8748_1961.html

DE LEON.

TAMBUNTING.

When the big brouhaha over the estate of Potenciano ILUSORIO erupted between his widow Erlinda Lopez-Tejico Kalaw and his children years ago, it made for interesting dinner conversations, but it was nothing new.  Intrafamily Wars of Inheritance have been happening in the Philippines for ages and they will continue to happen in the future.

I fearlessly predict that when the taipans and the tycoons will pass away, and they will despite their USD $$$ billions, there will be the expected power struggles between surviving family members — rules of succession, stipulations, and deathbed last wishes notwithstanding.  Those who are alive will always get their way over those who are dead.

It’s just the way it is:  Where there is Money, There will be Arguments.

That’s Life!!!

*Personally, I don’t care about the arguments as long as there’s plenty of money to go around.   :P

*unfinished*

The Marcos Era Part II: Martial Law 21 September 1972 – 17 January 1981

I remember 17 January 1981, the day President Ferdinand Marcos officially lifted Martial Law.  That evening, my mother and I were at the Cultural Center of the Philippines for a performance of the pianist Cecile Licad.  As always, Cecile’s patron Madame Imelda Romualdez-Marcos was in attendance.  Although it was a gala performance, there seemed to be an attempt at understatement:  Madame Marcos was not in a long dress, but in a short cocktail one, red and black if I remember right.  After the performance, Madame Marcos descended the stairway surrounded by her retinue but she made the effort to cordially greet the people who approached her.  My mother complimented her:  “Congratulations!  It is because of you that we have Cecile Licad.”  And Madame Marcos happily rejoined:  “No, Cecile is there because of all of us.” gesturing at the assemblage.  The mood of the evening was happy, cheerful, and hopeful.  Nine memorable years in Filipino History had officially come to an end.

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.

It’s Time

When I was very young and blissfully ignorant, and that was many, many, many years ago, the arrival of a typhoon was a happy development, specially if it reached Signal Number Two, because that meant that classes were suspended.  We children could look forward to playing most of the day inside Lola Charing’s big house, which was impervious to floodwaters and strong winds.  We liked to  “play house,” “cooking-cooking,” Barbie dolls, G.I Joe figures, “Sungka,” “Piko,” “Patintero,” Hide and Seek, Exchange Places [ in the elegant living room, of all places  :P  ], ”Old Maid,” “Monopoly,” “Scrabble,” etc..  We could watch our favorite cartoons on TV in the afternoon [ "Superman," "Aquaman," "Mightor," et. al. ], and eat all the sugary delights — today’s “tooth decay specials” — we wanted from Lola Charing’s fully-stocked kitchen, and I mean fully-stocked [ "Selecta" and "Magnolia" ice cream;  "Pare" Bito Nuqui's homemade "Mantecado" ice cream of carabao's milk and slivers of "dayap" lime rind { IF there was any left after Brother Andrew and us hungry grandchildren!  :P };  Ate Talia Padilla's homemade cakes, "ensaimadas," "sans rival," traditional pastries like "panaritas," "caramelitos," etc.;  "barquillos" and "broas" cookies from Lola Nena Gala, "Panaderia de Molo" cookies from Lola Gely Lopez, "See's" chocolates, etc. ], and from Aling Maring’s and Aling Esa’s nearby sari-sari stores [ "Sarsi" soda, "Mirinda" soda, "Tarzan" and "Texas" bubble gum, "Choc-Nut" peanut chocolates, "Butterball" butterscotch candy, "White Rabbit" candy, etc. ] for “merienda.”  Those simple pleasures were what typhoons meant to us grandchildren.         

Typhoons then didn’t seem so bad.  Yes, we would see helicopter footages of the Central Luzon provinces — Bulacan, Nueva Ecija, Pampanga, Tarlac — inundated in floodwaters, but everyone was smiling and giggling as they waved to the cameras of RPN Channel 9 [ or did President Marcos or Madame Marcos also order them to do that??? ].  And because we were stuck in the house with Lola Charing and Ate Talia during such days, we grandchildren also saw, to our collective chagrin, more episodes of “Aawitan Kita” starring the irrepressible Armida Siguion-Reyna and other howling singers.   I remember “Didang,” a particularly strong  typhoon in the early 1970s.  Now that one caused a lot of damage!  We also had no school for a week!  Yippee!

Thirty years later and Everything is so different now…

The coming of a typhoon nowadays in the 2000s means Difficulty, Desperation, Destruction, and yes, even Death.

I had not realized until now that one could actually get killed in a flood.  I stupidly thought that it was only a matter of swimming well with all kinds of strokes — doggie-style, backstroke, freestyle, butterfly, breaststroke, etc..  Yes, one could get electrocuted by an open electric wire in the water, or, fall into an open manhole [ what with all the steel manhole covers being stolen for sale to steel recyclers! ].  Or contract the dreaded “Leptospirosis” [ infection from rodents' feces ] by open cuts and wounds.  But what I didn’t know was that one could just be swept away by the rampaging waters, and be hit, all too helplessly, by all kinds of flotsam and jetsam — floating vehicles, uprooted trees, loosened concrete, wooden beams, G.I sheets, stones, and all —  until one is simply… DEAD.  Just like the villains in those “Indiana Jones” adventure movies!!!

Last night, I was at Santo Domingo Church for the third day Novena and Mass in honor of the “Santo Rosario,” Our Lady of the Rosary [ an Old World tradition I took from my Lola Charing ] .  We lifted our hands and the “Our Father” was sung beautifully by the grand choir and, and oddly enough, rather soulfully by the congregation.  I thought of all our fellow, suffering Filipinos and the terrible videos seen on TV and YouTube… and my mind’s eye replayed the horrors over and over, and over again.  And I wept…  Of course, Social Me kept my composure [ ramrod straight posture!  Queen Mary-esque pulchritude  :P  ] but the tears just flowed.  I was lucky, only a few, unused things got wet… but many other people lost their livelihood, hard-earned possessions, homes… and lives!!!    The Sheer Devastation wrought by typhoon “Ondoy’s” floods on Filipino Life was just so awful, wasn’t it?

And now, there’s supertyphoon [ first time I've heard the term!!! ] “Pepeng” whirling towards the Philippines…  Ohmygod.  What worse devastation can that one bring???                         

It’s Time…  It’s Time to Pray, and Pray Hard, like we never did before.

It turns out that our Old People, who prayed hard and prayed often, really knew what they were doing.   :|    :|    :|

*unfinished*

Under the Sea

Manila and environs literally went “Under the Sea” today with the 24 hour nonstop rains of typhoon “Ondoy”…

It would be ideal and so “above it all” for me to say that I wasn’t affected at all by the flooding of typhoon “Ondoy” [ international code name:  "Ketsana" ].  OF COURSE I WAS.  Although the house is built on high ground, water just came from nowhere at 11:00 a.m. and quickly inundated the basement level, where I had a lot of good things stored for future use.  Antique Filipino furniture, paintings, art books, vintage photographs, cushions, antique textiles, silver, china, crystal, impedimenta, etc. all went underwater for many minutes before they were patiently gathered one by one by the industrious and conscientious househelp.  Surveying the catastrophe hours later, I was happy enough that the things were not lost;  true, several were damaged, but that’s Life!  I was actually more concerned with the health of the staff.

I thought I had it bad, at least until I saw the TV coverage hours later.  Ohmygod!!!  Quel desastre!!!

It was what friends termed an “Equal Opportunity Disaster”:  Poor and Rich alike experienced the leveling effect of Typhoon “Ondoy’s” rains and floods.

Even the poshest enclave in Makati was not spared:  floodwaters entered the ground floor of the elegant home of a society grande dame on Flame Tree Road and damaged her various collections of art and antiques.  Floodwaters also inundated the Banaba Circle residence of a food manufacturing / pharmaceuticals tycoon destroying many important items and personal documents.  Many basement levels of the houses, usually used as garages, became flooded.  According to an authoritative source, the next day, an approximate total of 40 BMWs and 200 Mercedes Benzes from the neighborhood were sent for repair to the best car shops by their distraught owners.  Many new BMWs and Mercedes Benzes in their Makati showrooms also went underwater.

So where were you???

Social conscience and responsibility

It is only expected that those here in Manila, used to a life of ever-increasing expenditures, are clueless as to what the amounts — usually very considerable — they spend for food, grooming, clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry, home, entertainment, travel, etc. can actually buy in terms of life-changing equipment for our fellow Filipinos in the far-flung provinces of our country.

On the tenth day of our trip, 14 September 2009, Monday, Tess Lopez brought upcoming Silaynon artist Carlos Ruiz and I to the Vallehermoso Central School to conduct an Art workshop for the Grade School children;  the art works would be used for Christmas greeting cards to raise badly-needed funds for the Saint Francis of Assisi Parish Church of Vallehermoso and its Parochial School which burned to the ground a week before we arrived.

And while the Vallehermoso Central School was a perfectly charming place [ an old "Gabaldon"-type school building designed for tropical Philippine weather set on commodious grounds ] with perfectly charming students and noble and concerned teachers, I came face to face with the reality [ for the umpteenth time ] that much of the resources that we take for granted in Manila could go a looong way for the children, happy and content as they are, in this distant provincial town…

And so one thinks of the affluent life that has always seemed normal, even ordinary for the fortunate ones:  endless dinners at “Lolo Dad’s,”  “Le Souffle,”  “Aubergine,” and “Antonio’s” [ and lunches in similar places ];  regular salon and spa treatments at the Shangri-La and Mandarin hotels, Emphasis Rockwell, and at BeloMed;  European couture dresses and British and American bespoke suits;  French and Italian leather shoes and bags from Hermes, Blahnik, Vuitton, Ferragamo, Tod’s;  all the modern Italian furniture and interiors;  theater seasons in London and New York, the casinos in Las Vegas and Macau;  the safari trips to Kenya and the larks to Morocco;  etc., etc..  Imagine All the Real Needs that All those Luxurious Wants can buy!!!                

Someone did tell me, long ago, that the excess resources one has should not be used for one’s pleasures, but should instead be used to help others.

I countered that “It’s so much more fun to make messes of ourselves!!!”  *winks*

Teves town

Of course, Negros Oriental Governor Emilio “Dodo” Macias M.D. reacted suitably when I casually mentioned over the Bais fiesta lunch at Angelo and Ruby Teves’ house [ 10 September 2009, Thursday ] that “Dumaguete = Teves,” at least in Manila circles.  The good Governor — despite being at the top of Negros Oriental politics — was magnanimous and politely agreed that it was the popular perception, at least in Manila circles.

The Teves are generally regarded as a Spanish mestizo family, like so many of the Old Negros Oriental aristocracy.  But according to them, the original family name was actually Tan of Chinese origin.

The most prominent Teves these days is the current Secretary of Finance Margarito “Gary” B. Teves.  He is acknowledged by the clan as a financial genius as well as an upright man of unquestionable integrity.  He is a son of the formidable Herminio “Miniong” Teves by his first wife.

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

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