Problems in Paradise

When I was in my early teens at the onset of the Reagan 1980s, the most popular television shows were “Dallas,”  “Dynasty,” and “Falcon Crest,” probably in keeping with the zeitgeist of materialism and excess.  All three series were about rich and powerful families and all the sordid and distasteful things that happened to them.

Also in those days, I very much enjoyed the novels and articles of the American writer Dominick Dunne:  “The Two Mrs. Grenvilles,”  “Fatal Charms:  And Other Tales of Today,”  “People Like Us,”  “An Inconvenient Woman,”  ”The Mansions of Limbo,”  and the others.  I so delighted in them that I could easily visualize the characters in real life and effortlessly remember entire passages in the books.

As I grew older and as my circles grew ever wider, I realized that I did not need to watch American television nor read American books for that sort of entertainment [ not that I have stopped  :P ].  It was all happening in Manila all along.  And it was happening right before my very eyes…

Over lunch for two, The Matriarch of a Grand Clan spoke plainly of her many problems…

“My Brother wants to run for Mayor of our hometown next year and he is demanding that we release Php 500 million from the family funds to totally ensure his victory.  I think he is going to buy every single vote.  Oh, the money is there, no problem, but why should we release it just like that?  He is not the only one in the family.  We work hard and honestly for our money.  It shouldn’t be wasted.”

“My Sisters and I went to our lawyers yesterday.  We want to know how we can effectively block his unreasonable demand for funding.  TOO MUCH!!!  The next step is to hire bodyguards, perhaps Ex-Army straightshooters, for us and most everyone else in the family.  If he doesn’t get what he wants, he’s perfectly capable of shooting and killing even us, his siblings.”   

“And then he got into big trouble with four of his business partners.  He is threatening to kill them and they are threatening the same.  They already sent him a “barong tagalog” and a coffin.  But he is fearless, really fearless!!!  In fact, I don’t know what planet he came from.  I had to act before it all blows out of proportion and we all get killed.  I called Gloria, Mike, Noli, Manny, Johnny, and several others to help me smooth it out.  Thankfully they did.  I called the political favors back so now it is I who owe them favors.  Hay…”

“And then there was this one government official who would not back down.  He even refused to grant me an appointment.  It was a good thing that mutual friends knew he had the hots for this young actress.  But she was playing “hard to get” and refused to have anything to do with him.  I sent an emissary to her, with the message that I would pay anything, any amount she wanted, for her to entertain the official’s attentions and if necessary to go to bed with him with the condition that she must get him to decide IN MY FAVOR.  She quoted Php 40 million and I agreed.   She not only got him to decide in my favor, she even became his mistress and enjoyed his largesse.  She made money from both of us!!!  But then, both the official and I got what we wanted.  So All’s Well that Ends Well.”       

“And the matter of all those illegitimate children!!!  My God, he’s like a dog in heat:  children in every corner of town!!!  He has many more illegitimate children than his legitimate ones.  My poor legitimate nephews and nieces… what will be left of his estate to them, practically “nada”!!!  Can you imagine all these exotic creatures — some of them are sooooo dark!  Eeewww! —greeting and kissing me “Tita!”???  “Esas son hijas de las criadas, nada mas!!!” Worse, they will be carrying our family name!!!  Ay, just thinking about it will give me a cerebral aneurysm!!!” 

*unfinished*

DysPresidentiables

It will be the Season of DysPresidentiables here in the Philippines SOON.  And YES, I claim my copyright [ and "patent" and "trademark" and Everything the Philippine Intellectual Property Office can provide for me!!!  Harharhar!!! ] over the term “DysPresidentiables.”  I, Toto Gonzalez, invented it.  Just now.

Yes, fellow Filipinos, We will surely elect Another Loser.  Or They, the neocolonial American meddlers, will make us elect Another Loser.  Someone who can so capably Sink Us further into the Quagmire.  Someone “who will row us merrily down the stream” for the umpteenth time.

I’ve given up.  A long time ago.  *shakes head* 

You Inveterate Dreamers out there, tell Us what it’s All About this time!!!

“Mata Pobre”

Rather than moralize on these oh-so-common occurrences in our daily lives, let me ramble on with my memories and observations and see where it takes us…

“Mata Pobre,” The Filipino Art of Discrimination, is as Old as Time itself…

When my paternal great great grandmother Senorita Matea Rodriguez y Tuason [ o 1834 - + 1918 ] of Bacolor accepted the marriage proposal of the 73 year old Don Josef Sioco of Sulipan, Apalit, Pampanga in the 1850s, eyebrows rose in Bacolor and Apalit because it was evident that the old, practically blind husband held no attraction for his young and alluring wife except for his great wealth.  Despite the fact that She was from rich, landed families on both sides, They thought that She was just after his properties and money, for it was known that he had a lot of gold.  After Don Josef’s death a few years later in 1864, she became a rich young widow and raised even more eyebrows when she married the wealthy bachelor Don Juan Arnedo Cruz of the same place.  They did not have children.  He conveniently died a few years later leaving her with a second large estate.  The Arnedos of Sulipan as a clan were then at the peak of their collective wealth in the late 1800s.  His Arnedo siblings wanted some of the ancestral family properties returned to them, but Dona Matea refused, and rightly so.  The Arnedos never forgave her and thereafter referred to her in terms of non-endearment:  “Lavandera!” [ laundrywoman ],  “Cocinera!” [ cook ], “Muchacha!” [ maid ],  “Criada!” [ maid ], and all sorts of derogatory descriptions.  In current parlance She would be referred to, pardon the terms, as ”A Scheming, Cunning, Gold-digging Bitch”!

In a similar vein, Dona Matea Rodriguez viuda de Sioco, viuda de Arnedo-Cruz did not want her daughter Florencia Sioco y Rodriguez [ o 1860 - + 1925 ] to marry the Europe-educated Spanish mestizo Don Dr. Joaquin Gonzalez [ o 1856 - + 1900 ] in 1883.  True, his Gonzalez family in Baliuag, Bulacan was rich… BUT not as rich as the Siocos of Sulipan, Apalit, Pampanga were [ at the time of the patriarch Don Josef Sioco's death on 26 December 1864, he was the richest man in All of Pampanga, according to the memoirs of his grandson, Dr. Bienvenido Ma. Gonzalez, 6th President of the University of the Philippines ].  Why… his inheritance amounted to only a few hundred hectares!!!  And that was before She even found out that he was actually the son of an Augustinian priest, Fray Fausto Lopez O.S.A. of Valladolid, Spain.  “Que horror!!!”  Furthermore, Dr. Joaquin’s Spanish mestizo and “ilustrado” penchant for The Good Life — good food and wines, European clothes, foreign books, fine furniture, horses, an elegant lifestyle — irritated the frugal and businesslike Dona Matea to no end.  She absolutely preferred her other son-in-law and nephew [ the son of her eldest sister Prisca Ines Rodriguez de Escaler ], Manuel Escaler, who had married her eldest daughter Sabina.  He was a simple man who worked hard and saved every peso he had earned to be able to buy more agricultural property.  He ate simple food, dressed in simple clothes, and lived in a simple house.  That was the kind of man Dona Matea liked, NOT the handsome, sophisticated intellectual Spanish mestizo doctor her second daughter Florencia had married.

Around 1915, Pampanga’s richest woman, a hacendera who owned thousands of hectares of rice and sugar lands in Central Luzon, eagerly awaited the marriage of her academically accomplished only son to his affluent and exceedingly intelligent ”novia” girlfriend, a lady of a prominent Binan, Laguna family who resided in an elegant house along Taft Avenue.  But she didn’t know that her son was simultaneously seeing another lady, this time from an old family of San Fernando, Pampanga.  Somehow, the second lady became pregnant [ "pikot" she supposedly seduced him by all accounts, but "it takes two to tango" ] and he had to marry her hastily to “preserve her honor” and avoid a social scandal;  Meanwhile, he had to break up with his real “novia” girlfriend  [ After their breakup, The Real Girlfriend proceeded to finish her studies at the UP University of the Philippines and graduated with a degree in History in 1917 and a master's degree in 1918;  She pursued further studies in the United States and obtained a master's degree in History from Radcliffe College in 1920 and a Ph.D. doctoral degree from Columbia University in 1923;  She was the first Filipina to have obtained a Ph.D.;  She never married. ].  Richest Hacendera was frankly horrified, not because her son had impregnated a woman other than his “novia,” but that he would have to marry a woman whom She considered penurious, descended from several Old and Venerable Pampanga Families alright, but already impoverished, lacking the Immense Wealth to be considered their Social Equals.  “Que horror!”  She disapproved of the match and refused the forthcoming marriage.  The Only Son defied his mother’s wishes and married his pregnant lady immediately.  It was a happy and fruitful but short marriage as he died young twelve years later.  Relations between Richest Hacendera and her widowed daughter-in-law were never warm, but Richest Hacendera greatly favored her eldest grandson by her, so that widowed daughter-in-law never wanted for anything the rest of her long life.                    

In the late 1920s, a scion of a prominent Spanish [ and Chinese ] mestizo family of aristocratic Calle R. Hidalgo in Quiapo fell in love with a young Visayan lady of an established and increasingly influential sugar fortune.  By all appearances, it was a match of financial and social equals.  But that was not the opinion of the young man’s family.  To them, She was an Outsider:  Yes, an Heiress, but of a distant provincial fortune;  worse, while She herself became a practicing Catholic because of her Assumption Convent education, her hacendero Clan had notoriously deserted the Catholic Church during the 1896 Revolution and had not returned to its fold.  She simply would not do for them;  her considerable wealth was not a factor because they were also very rich .  His father declared:  “Better he lose a million pesos than to marry that woman.”  But for Her, The Family was full of misplaced Spanish mestizo airs and pretenses which their considerable wealth didn’t necessarily justify [ the percentage of actual Spanish blood in their "aristocratic" veins was less than 25 % ];  She was very confident of herself and her Iloilo family:  They came from Money, knew how to make Big Money, and constantly knew how to make Bigger Money from their Big Money.  Hence, She also “looked down” on The Family.   The maverick Son defied his parents and social conventions and married his lady in a hastily arranged ceremony in a side chapel of the Manila Cathedral.  Months later, when they first visited the R. Hidalgo paternal home as a couple, She knew she would face a hostile reception from his family and hesitated to proceed upstairs;  she clung stubbornly to the newel post and the banister of the “escalera principal” grand staircase.  Only her husband’s gentle entreaties convinced her to let go.  Once upstairs, She was met with the condescending looks of his “aristocratic” family.  In an act of Ultimate Rudeness, one of the Husband’s adolescent sisters came forward, licked her finger and rubbed it on the Bride’s arm “to see if She is really that dark as they say She is…”  That was the Height.  But to show how much of a financial equal The Bride was, She had carried Php 20,000.00/xx cash to her Baguio honeymoon while The Bridegroom had less than Php 100.00/xx  [ in 1927 Php pesos ];  in fact, He had to call his eldest brother in Manila to send him additional funds.  Nowadays, it really is telling that the branch descended from The Couple is the Richest of the several branches of that R. Hidalgo Clan today.        

“Debt Payment” / “Bride For Sale” was how my grandmother Rosario Espiritu Arnedo was derisively described by my grandfather Augusto Sioco Gonzalez’s richer Escaler and rich Gonzalez relations upon their marriage on 22 February 1930.    It referred to the fact that she was forced to marry him because her father, former Pampanga Governor Don Macario Arnedo y Sioco, owed his industrialist half first cousin Augusto Sioco Gonzalez a big amount of money Php 50,000.00/xx, indeed already a fortune in those days.  My grandfather had been married to his maternal first cousin, Marina Sioco Escaler, whom he lost to severe asthma and diabetes in 1928.  The negative impression never left Dona Sabina Sioco de Escaler, Augusto’s aunt [ also Rosario's, in a more distant way ], who always thought that her nephew had left his second wife too many properties and too much money;  the impression also never left Augusto’s children with his first cousin Marina.

A pretty and intelligent Gonzalez first cousin of my father married into Pampanga’s Richest Family in 1947.  She and her husband had been very much in love for many years.  But his infinitely rich and aristocratic parents tried to prevent the marriage in every way.  It did not help that her rich paternal uncle Don Augusto Gonzalez y Sioco and immensely rich grandaunt Dona Sabina Sioco de Escaler had been key factors in the accumulation of their immense sugar milling fortune:  She was not a direct descendant of either one.  Because her maternal Liongson side was possessed of considerable eccentricity, her fiance’s parents used it as a convenient, polite excuse to block the marriage, when in fact the real reason was that she was not propertied and not moneyed, and frankly, Poor as far as they were concerned [ they were the richest in the province, after all ].  It was hypocritical of them to think that way, when in fact their son was an epileptic.  When the excuse of eccentricity failed, the fiance’s parents claimed that weddings in their family were done “American Style”:  The Bride’s Family pays for Everything, knowing full well that the fiancee’s widowed mother, despite the ownership of a few properties, simply did not have the money to spend for such an occasion.  The widowed mother turned to her sister-in-law [ who happened to be her namesake ] who was the widow of her richest, industrialist brother-in-law.  The charitable sister-in-law paid for Everything, The Bride came down from her Quezon City house [ not from her own ], sister-in-law’s bratty youngest son became the ring bearer, and sister-in-law became a “madrina” of the couple, something which pleased the Rich Parents.  In fact, they said that they would have been very pleased to have one of Rosario Arnedo de Gonzalez’s children [ second set of Don Augusto Gonzalez ], or one of the richer Gonzalez-Escaler children [ first set of Don Augusto ] , as their in-law, instead of the one their son had picked.               

My mother, Pilar Quiason Reyes, penurious but of Old Capampangan bloodlines [ Dizon, Pangan, Dayrit, Paras, Quiason, Henson, Aguilar, Valdes;  actually of better Capampangan lineage than my father, whose ancestors were mostly from Bulacan:  the Spaniard "cura parroco" of Baliuag Fray Fausto Lopez O.S.A. of Valladolid, Spain, Gonzalez, de los Angeles, Sioco, Arnedo, Tanjutco, Carlos ], was derided by my father’s rich Gonzalez and richer Escaler relations upon her engagement in 1956.  “What is he doing?  He is marrying the electrician’s niece…”  they snickered among themselves [ in reference to her paternal Reyes uncle, who did dabble in the trade ].  The snide smiles continued as they watched her awkwardly adapt to a life of affluence under their Tia Charing Arnedo de Gonzalez.  But gradually through the decades, disregard turned to respect as they witnessed her singlehandedly build several substantial businesses that became the new income sources of the family Post 1972 Agrarian Reform.

My father’s younger brother married a pretty and stylish lady.  It did not help that she came from one of Tayabas’ / Quezon province’s richest, most prominent families.  Her widowed mother was roundly criticized by hypocritical Old Manila Society for the audacity to build a French Mediterranean palace in the Dewey Boulevard area and for having the corresponding lavish social life [ a vicious circle:  the mother, although descended from the oldest Laguna and Tayabas families, was derided as socially inferior by her rich mother-in-law and other relations { actually, the wealth of the husband's family was of recent vintage compared to the wife's venerable lineage };  she was snubbed by her husband's relatives in her adoptive Tayabas town;  she made the Ultimate Snub when she built the biggest mansion in the family, actually a palace, in the place that mattered most, by the sea in Manila. ].  The 1958 Wedding and its preparations provoked a chorus of criticisms from the conservative Gonzalez family members for its enormous costs.  Disagreements and resentments occurred between the groom’s and the bride’s siblings.  My frugal father, tasked to settle the wedding bills by my grandmother [ who was on a European tour with my mother ], was stunned when he paid the bill of Php 10,000.00/xx cash for the wedding dress, three bridesmaids’ dresses, and the flower girl’s, all in a native “bayong” [ bag of woven grass ], at the atelier of the top couturier Ramon Valera;  that, when a standard Valera wedding gown in 1958 only cost Php 1,500.00/xx.  According to Betty Favis-Gonzalez [ in 1988 ], “Ramoning” had shown the wedding gown to his closest lady friends Chito Madrigal, Meldy Ongsiako, Luz Puyat, Elvira Ledesma, including Betty herself and blithely described it as “estilo mariposa,” and he jokingly wondered how the bride would be able to walk down the long aisle of Malate Church.  The entire “Wedding of the Year” cost Php 130,000.00/xx in 1958 pesos, which was a very big amount in those days.  Quite a contrast to my father’s and mother’s 23 June 1956 wedding which cost all of Php 5,000.00/xx.   *LOLSZ!!!*

So funny:  The Ones Discriminating sooner or later become the Ones Discriminated Upon.  And the Ones Discriminated Upon sooner or later become the Ones Discriminating as well.

Moral of the Story:  No matter how Rich and Powerful You are… There will always be Someone Richer and More Powerful than You.   :P

The Customs of Old

I think I’m part of the last generation [ born in 1967 ] that still makes “mano po” to the elders — kissing the hand or putting it to one’s forehead as a sign of respect.  In my youth, it was already being rapidly replaced by kissing the cheek, since the Baby Boomers didn’t want to acknowledge their advancing age [ not that they could stop it ].  Now that my generation is becoming old, and rapidly so, we’ve advanced to “kissy-kissy,” ”beso-beso” air kissing [ how it will hold up with the threat of the "Swine Flu" is anybody's guess   :P ].

For those who think that “mano po” is a rural, backward practice best left to the quaint provincials, then one should read what Don Alfonso Zobel de Ayala y Roxas had to say about it in a reminiscence of their Calatagan hacienda [ "Calatagan:  Visits to an Enchanted Country" from the book "Ayala:  The Philippines' Oldest Business House" 1984;  Don Alfonso was the father of Don Jaime Zobel de Ayala, the paternal grandfather of Jaime Augusto, Fernando, and Bea Jr., et. al. ].  For surely, no other clan in the Philippines, even the ultrarich taipan families, can match the total equation of wealth, culture, history, tradition, education, arts patronage, philanthropy, not to mention the elegance, of the patrician Roxas-de Ayala-Zobel-Soriano Clan.

Don Alfonso reminisced:  “Another custom which I ought to mention is how the younger persons greeted their elders by taking the right hand and touching it to the forehead to manifest respect.  This action was accompanied by a slight inclination of the head as a sign of obedience and deference.  This custom is deeply rooted among the people of the whole archipelago and we first saw it practiced in Calatagan.  They used to do it to my grandmother [ Dona Carmen Ayala viuda de Roxas --- ed. ] and my uncles [ Don Antonio Roxas de Ayala, et. al. --- ed. ] and later when the ownership of the estate fell on our shoulders, we also became the recipients of this custom.”

In the olden days, Everything stopped at 6:00 p.m. for the traditional prayer to the Virgin Mary…

“El Angelus”

V:  “El Angel del Senor anuncio a Maria.

R:  Y concibio por obra del Espiritu Santo.

V:  Dios te salve, Maria.
Llena eres de gracia:
El Señor es contigo.
Bendita tú ere entre todas las mujeres.
Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre:
Jesús.
 

R:  Santa María, Madre de Dios,
ruega por nosotros pecadores,
ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amén.”

V:  He aqui la esclava del Senor.

R:   Hagase en mi segun Tu palabra.

V:  Dios te Salve, Maria…

R:  Santa Maria…

V:  Y el verbo se hizo carne.

R:  Y habito entre nosotros.

V:  Dios te Salve, Maria…

R:  Santa Maria…

V:  Ruega por nosotros, Santa Madre de Dios.

R:  Para que seamos dignos del alcanzar las promesas de Jesucristo.

V:  Oremos.

R:  Derrama, Senor, Tu gracia en nuestros corazones;  que habiendo conocido la Encarnacion de Cristo, Tu Hijo, por la voz del Angel, por los meritos de Su Pasion, y cruz seamos llevados a la gloria de la Resurreccion.  Por el mismo Cristo, Nuestro Senor.  Amen.”   

“Ave Maria”

“Dios te salve, Maria.
Llena eres de gracia:
El Señor es contigo.
Bendita tú ere entre todas las mujeres.
Y bendito es el fruto de tu vientre:
Jesús.
Santa María, Madre de Dios,
ruega por nosotros pecadores,
ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte.
Amén.”

Don Alfonso continued:  “There was a religious custom which impressed us and which continued to be practiced for years:  the Angelus.  As the bells chimed the hour of six, everyone stood up.  My grandmother obliged us to do the same.  Together we recited the “Ave Maria.”  After prayers, everyone approached my grandmother to wish her good evening:  “Magandang gabi po” — to which she replied, “Magandang gabi po naman.”  This meant that first we had given praise and thanks to God and then, that the evening tide had began.  It was a beautiful custom that continued to be practiced until the manor house was torn down in 1958.”

“Late in the afternoon, my grandmother used to sit in the huge balcony of the manor house which faced the church and the town plaza.  At about 5:30 p.m., the womenfolk of the town came to visit her, as they felt obliged for one reason or another to pay their respects to the hacienda owners.  At the same time, they exchanged ideas and impressions, asked for advice and talked about their problems.  These informal gatherings used to last until past seven in the evening when they gradually took their leave one by one.”

Also in those days, Everyone attended Sunday Holy Mass, usually in the early morning, well-dressed.  Yes, there was such a thing as one’s “Sunday Best”:  people actually made the effort to dress up for Church.  Rich, bourgeois, or poor came well-scrubbed, neatly combed and brushed, in well-ironed and starched clothes, shod in polished shoes.  The ladies’ veils were of French, Italian, and Spanish laces;  French perfume scented the air.  There was no such thing as casual attire much less grunge.  Even the vendors selling goodies outside the church were decently dressed in kimonas and skirts, camisa chino and cotton trousers.        

Sunday was Family Day.  The members of the family gathered at the paternal home for lunch or dinner, or both.  Lunch could be with the paternal side of the family, while dinner could be with the maternal side, or vice-versa.  Traditional family specialties were the fare along with whatever was fashionable at the moment.  There is currently much stylish ado about “Slow Food” but it has always been the food served on Filipino families’ tables!  The Sunday tradition has certainly maintained the close bonds of the Filipino family.

“Cumplida” was the order of the day:  Polish, Politesse, and Courtesy.  “Maneras” were Everything.  The Young were continually admonished about bad manners:  one doesn’t do this, one doesn’t do that.     

Back then, the younger people in a room immediately stood up in acknowledgment when an elder person entered the room, even if they were familiar family members.  In a privately circulated history of the de Leon y Joven-Lichauco family of Bacolor, Pampanga, it was related that the younger Don Jose “Peping” de Leon y Joven immediately stood up whenever his father, the senior Don Jose Leoncio “Pitong” de Leon y Hizon strode into the room, be it in the house, the offices, or anywhere else.  Needless to say, his stepmother and aunt, Dona Natividad “Titang” Joven [ y Gutierrez ] de Leon was accorded the same courtesies. 

Polish, Politesse, and Courtesy were so prevalent that it could be excruciating.  “L*ta” Manzano – de los Reyes related that in the 1930s, she and her friend Germ*lina “Germi*” *scaler F*rnandez went to the Legarda residence one afternoon to visit their friend, one of the Legarda girls.  Don Benito Legarda met them, patrician gentleman that he was, exchanged pleasantries, and offered them seats in his living room.  It was only later that L*ta realized the nobility of Don Benito’s civilized behavior, especially towards Germi* F*rnandez, since he had just lost a lot of money [ a fortune in those days ] in a failed financial transaction with her father Raf*el Santos F*rnandez and his unwitting partner Don M*riano Cu-Unji*ng.  Don Benito Legarda behaved as the patrician gentleman through and through.

My question is:  Are Polish, Politesse, and Courtesy still relevant in this Day and Age? 

Isn’t it more efficient to Bulldoze One’s Way to Success?

“La Gazza Ladra” [ The Thieving Magpie ]

Always About Appearances

My dear, ingenuous parents [ bless their souls ] always led their children by example.  Being people who always dressed decently and correctly but never very fashionably nor uberexpensively, they had a quiet dignity which elicited respect but did not attract undue attention.  They also showed us that politeness and courtesy were for Everyone, be they rich or poor, beautiful or ugly.  We were taught, by examples and by words, never to “judge books by their covers.”

The Roman Catholic Church always tells us that it is the Soul that matters, that Externals are nothing, in the face of our eventual everlasting life.

Well, they were and are ALL WRONG.  *winks*  I don’t know what universe they were or are talking about because This One we’re in is certainly All About Appearances.  In this respect, Diana Vreeland and all the other “Vogue” magazine editors were and are absolutely right!!!

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It matters.  It really matters.  It matters a lot.

It matters very much that your skin is beautiful, “flawless” as popular lingo has it…  that your teeth are perfect and blinding white…  that your hair was styled at “Emp*asis” Rockwell [ with an appropriate scream, at that ], or even better, in the private salon of your new Forbes Park home.  Of course, you had it cut and styled at Sally Hershberger in New York two weeks ago.  It matters very much that your day ensemble was purchased at “Colette” in Paris, at “Homme et Femme” at Shangri – La, or done by one of our better [ read:  more expensive ] fashion designers…  that your shoes are Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin, Jimmy Choo, Alessandro dell’ Acqua, et. al….  that your watch is Patek Philippe, Vacheron & Constantin, Rolex at least…  that your casual jewelry is Tiffany & Co., Bulgari, Buccellatti, et. al. or from our better jewelers like J*l Dizon and J*nina Dizon-Hos*hka [ although vintage Liding Oledan and Fe Panlilio will always do ].

It matters very much that you’re having lunch with Doris, Marivic, Ging, Maricris, Lizzie, Kit, et. al..  The Social Powers Now.  Sorry, but you have no time for the has-beens — those who were at the top at one time but have since lost it for some strange reason or the other.  It matters very much that your hostess gifts are the more expensive ones from “F*rma” or “M*ntxaka” [ because they are the chicest decorative arts shops in the city ], only because you’re waiting for your shipments from Paris and London.  It matters very much that you’re stepping off this year’s BMW 7 series in black driven by a burly driver and accompanied by a sharpshooting ex-military bodyguard.  And after that, to return to your new, Ramon Ant*nio, Andy L*csin, or Conrad Ongl*o -designed 8,000 m2 Mcmansion in that neighborhood with street names like Narra, Tamarind, Molave, Banaba, Bauhinia, etc..

It matters very much that you’re leaving next week for the newest Aman resort, in whatever hitherto unknown corner of the world it is…   

Who cares if you’re an ”overprocessed beauty” like those celebrity endorsers?  You’re rich.  

Who cares if you can no longer be exposed to the sun because of all the silicon implants you’ve got?  You’re rich.  Besides, Vampirism is terribly in.

Who cares if your husband is snuggling with your best friend at their love nest in Rockwel* while you remain at home in Forbes?  He’s no longer the man you married anyway:  he’s balding, snores loudly, belches atrociously, has persistent bad breath, and he simply smells like the earth despite all those Penhaligon’s scents you buy him in London.  Heck, he doesn’t even look at you anymore — after all the work you do to maintain your beauty and desirability!  Of course, you’re not lonely!  Who could possibly think of that?  You’ve got so many close friends:  your interior designer, hairdresser, make-up artist, fashion designer, favorite jeweler, that boutique manager, personal chef,  landscape artist, antique dealer, dance instructor [ when he's not honeymooning with his latest boyfriend ], events planner, architect, real estate agent, et. al..  They all love you… they all love your money.

Who cares if your marriage and your family are falling apart?  There’s Plan B:  Your husband’s best friend always compliments your looks, and always has that special smile just for you.  He has also waxed incredibly rich with his businesses, and that’s not a bad thing.  So what if your grown children have all spun out of control?  Your job of rearing them is over;  it’s not your fault they’ve turned out to be monsters, it’s their father’s fault for not spending any time with them!  You’ve got your properties, commercial and residential.  Your EE Euro and USD $ placements.   You’ve got your diamonds 10 carats up, your Burmese pigeon blood rubies, your Colombian emeralds, your Kashmir sapphires, and far too many natural South Sea pearls bigger than 16 mm..  You can even make a portrait out of your pearls, several portraits in fact.  You have so much jewelry you’ve lost track.  You’ve thought about setting all your big diamonds in just one necklace so you can wear them all at the same time, but your favorite jeweler has warned you that such a necklace will reach all the way down to the floor, so it can’t be done.  “Why not?”  you ask.    

It matters very much that your masculine skin is smooth [ witness the newly smooth complexions of Vice-President N*li de Castro and Gen. P*ng Lacson ], as much as it is imperative that you are “Bain de Soleil” tanned from golf and sailing, the latter in your own boat moored at the Yacht Club for your peers to ogle.   Believe it when observant colleagues can tell  whether one is tanned expensively at Amanpulo or at Misibis and when one is simply sunburned poorly walking around The Fort.  It matters very much that your teeth are perfect and blinding white…  that your hair was styled and your face shaved by your personal barber in the privacy of your master bathroom suite.  Of course your hair was styled at Geo Trumper on Curzon Street in London two weeks ago.  It matters very much that your business suit is a + USD $ 6,000.00  Huntsman, Anderson & Sheppard, or Caraceni …  that your tie is Brioni, Hermes, or Stefano Ricci…  that your shoes are + USD $ 1,000.00 Berluti, Testoni, or G.J. Cleverley…  that your watch is Patek Philippe, Vacheron & Constantin, Rolex at least…  that your cufflinks are Cartier, Asprey, Tiffany & Co..  

It matters very much that you’re having lunch with Ricky, Buboy, Endika, Inigo, Jaime, Fernando, GG, et. al..  The Winners Now.  Sorry, but you have no time for the losers — those who used to be in during the past administrations.   It matters very much that the leather briefcase you carry today cost you USD $ 10,000.00 . ..  that you’re stepping off this year’s Mercedes Benz S-Class AMG in black costing ++ USD $ 250,000.00 driven by a burly driver accompanied by a sharpshooting bodyguard who are both ex-military backed up by a black Land Rover with more high power-armed bodyguards.  Weekends you like to drive your ++ USD $ 450,000.00 Mercedes Benz SLR McLaren, or if the mood really hits, your ++ USD $ 1,000,000.00 Ferrari Enzo.  And after that, to return to your new, Ramon Ant*nio, Andy L*csin, or Conrad Ongl*o -designed 8,000 m2 Mcmansion instantly filled with the best Filipino old master and contemporary art by Vita S*renas of “F*nale” Gallery in that neighborhood with street names like Narra, Tamarind, Molave, Banaba, Bauhinia, etc..

It matters very much that you’re leaving next week for golf at Saint Andrews in Scotland, after which you will meet up with your favorite mistress in London en route to Paris and then on to Provence for a romantic weekend.

Who cares if you’re scheduled for a heart bypass operation, not at the Asian Hospital in Alabang, but at the Cleveland Clinic?  You’re rich.

Who cares if you’re scheduled for radiation and chemotherapy at the NV Anderson Medical Center at the University of Texas in Houston because of all the Cohiba cigars you’ve consumed?  You’re rich.

Who cares if your wife and your best friend have found comfort in each other — you’re tired of her anyway,  she’s everywhere else but at home:  the beauty salons, her fashion designers, her jewelers, mahjong at her “amigas,” bridge, canasta, canine club [ at least her blasted poodles get to sleep with her! ], “meetings” [ God knows what for? ], shopping, dining out, “charity” galas, weekending in Calatagan, on a cruise, a world tour —  she’s never around for you anymore — sometimes you just need to talk and you find yourself talking to that big Anita M*gsaysay-H* painting of “Women Vendors” on your bedroom wall;  Who cares if your trigger-happy eldest son has accumulated enough high-powered firearms to easily launch a coup d’ etat;   if your daughter eloped with the penurious but handsome gym instructor [ previously the kept boy of a fashion designer ];  if your seemingly athletic but actually gay son frequents all the gyms and spas of the city’s 5-star hotels hunting for the night’s conquest;   if your other son is the toast of all the sexiest, most attractive GROs in the city’s most expensive night clubs and has bought several townhouse units for his favorites without you knowing? 

Who cares if your grown children and their partners, legal and otherwise, are already jockeying for control of the various corporations you have established and they’ve hired the top two law firms in the country — Rom*lo M*banta and AC*RA — to represent them, and their lawyers are your friends?  You’re not even in your deathbed… at least, not yet.

But really, Who can afford all of that, and much, much, much more unless one is a corrupt Philippine government official or a member of his family???

Christian Gentlemen

Last night, I attended the 25th anniversary of my La Salle Greenhills High School Batch 1984.  It coincided with the 50th anniversary of the school and it was a very big and very successful event with a record ++ 1,700 alumni attendees thanks to the stalwart leadership of several former batchmates and classmates, all outstanding achievers in their chosen fields. 

It was absolutely wonderful to see my former classmates and batchmates from H.S. ‘84.  Yes, it had been that long!!!  At about 42 years old, some born in 1966 the Year of the Fire Horse and in 1967 the Year of the Sheep, many were still bravely holding on to their youthful looks, but several of them already showed the stress and difficulties of the many years past.  Personality-wise, Nobody had changed and it was great!!!  Several were stellar successes, a great number were successful professionals, some were laidback sportsmen.  Everyone last night was just so glad to see Everybody Else.    

We may have mellowed down the last 25 years, but in its time Batch ‘84 had many provocative characters and caused the school administrators more than a few headaches.  We occasionally spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E.  While there was no lack of stellar academic achievers, nor outstanding athletes, there was a distinct abundance of stimulating, exciting, and unpredictable individuals [ the Chinese would refer to the 1966 Fire Horse influence ].   We had a truly heady mix of “astig” macho hard drinkers [ during school hours  :P ], car enthusiasts, drag racers, wild boys, truants, young Lotharios / “pablings” / ”chick boys,” Polo Club boys, wheeler dealers, budding entrepreneurs, artists, eccentrics, “fashionistas” [ way before the term ], punk rock guitarists,  preppies, soul searchers… the whole gamut!!!  

In an effort to stir up conversation, I started to take an informal poll…

“Married already, of course?!”

“Yes.”

“No.  Still single.  Still enjoying!!!”

“How many children do you have?”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Just one.”

And I would ask:  “And you’re on your… nth wife?”  And since it was already the year 2009, I fully expected a range of first wives, second wives, third wives, mistresses, partners,  sex buddies, in-between entertainments, one night stands, fatal attractions, disclosures, indecent proposals, 9 1/2 weeks, basic instincts, etc., etc., etc..

Unexpectedly, the answers, despite all the liquor, were…

“No, I’m still with my first one.  She’ll always be the one.”

“Nooo, only one for me.  Thank you.”

“Oh, the first one.  She’s the only one for me.”

A grinning former classmate explained:  “You know, Toto, we’re the last holdover of the traditional values.  Yes, we were ‘wild’ in those days but the Christian values somehow became ingrained.  Really did.”

OH.

MAKES ME PROUD.  So we’re not bad, Batch ‘84.  Not bad at all.   :)    :)    :)

Reunion Runs

We are having clan reunions left and right and it is becoming quite maddening… specially if one [ like I ] belongs to several!!!

According to the Western astrologers, in recent years there has been a “planetary alignment” of some sort in the universe which is causing people to gather in family / clan reunions.  I don’t take planetary alignments seriously but it must serve as an explanation to all these ever-increasing family and clan reunions… !!!

Last November 2008, the Hizon-Singian Clan of San Fernando, Pampanga had its once every two years Reunion at the residence of Pilar “Piluchi” Luciano Ocampo-Fernandez at the old Fernandez [ Fernandez de "Compania Maritima" ] Compound in San Juan.

Last 13 December 2008, a Saturday, the Cacnio Family of Apalit, Pampanga celebrated the 80th birthday of their doyenne, Esther Mercado Cacnio-Atienza, with a joyous Clan Reunion.  They were so generous to invite their Gonzalez, Arnedo, Espiritu, and Mercado relations as well.  It was amazing to see a senior relative, former Quezon City Mayor Adelina Santos-Rodriguez “Imang Daling” still so attractive and fit even in her 80s!!!         

On 14 December 2008, a Sunday, the descendants of Augusto Diosdado Sioco Gonzalez [ 1887 - 1939 ] of Sulipan, Apalit, Pampanga gathered to celebrate the 90th birthday of his only surviving daughter, Natividad “Naty” Gonzalez-Palanca [ born 14 December 1918 ].  The Holy Mass was celebrated by [ Cubao ] Bishop Honesto Ongtioco, D.D. and her second cousin, Bishop Federico “Freddie” Escaler.  Tita Naty was a senior Gonzalez family member beloved for her kindness, uprightness, and generosity and was revered, but most importantly loved, by the whole family.  It was a wonderful occasion with an almost complete attendance by that particular branch of the “Gonzalez de Sulipan” Clan.    

The Ongsiako and the de Santos Clans had a Reunion in Makati.

On 11 January 2009, the Coronel Clan of Santa Rita, Pampanga [ cousins of the Valdes de Pampanga Clan;  the clan owns the classic PreWar house where the tearjerker classic "Tanging Yaman" was filmed ] had their Reunion 2009. 

Last Sunday, 18 January 2009, we had the annual “Valdes de Pampanga” Clan Reunion  [ as differentiated from the ValdeS [ with an "s" ] de Manila of the Tuason- Legarda-Prieto-Valdes Clan and the ValdeZ with a “z” Clan from Ilocos Norte ].  We did have some pretty Spanish mestiza members of the Valdes de Manila Clan because it’s slowly turning out that there are actually blood relations between the two Valdes with an “s” Clans.  The Valdes de Pampanga Clan has _____ branches:  the Ignacio Valdes [ Yellow group ] — the Camilo Quiasons, the Edgardo Yaps, and the Sergio Naguiats;  [ Blue group ] the Armand Fabellas, the Bates, the Africa Reynosos, and the Ely Narcisos;  [ Red group ] the Guanzons, the Florencia Coronels, and the Lita Lilleses; and the Roman Valdes [ Green group;  Valdes de Bacolor, Pampanga ] the Carlos J. Valdeses, the Erlinda Gonzalez-Rodriguezes, and the Raquel Gonzalez-de Leons.  It was held at the new gym of the Fabellas’ Jose Rizal University “JRU” along Shaw Boulevard.  We honored our Valdes relatives who had passed away in the past year 2008:  Remedios “Remy” Valdes-Panlilio, Carlos “Charlie” J. Valdes, Armand V. Fabella, Milagros ___, and Mandy ____.  There was a nice lunch followed by a great set of games conducted by Justa Yap Bautista and Martin Reynoso which got Everybody going!!!  It was completely easygoing and needless to say was a lot of fun!!! 

On Sunday, 25 January 2009, there will be the annual “Rodriguez de Bacolor” Reunion.  It will be held in a Sibal Building in Quezon City.  I received the Reunion Menu of homestyle Kapampangan dishes by text from Cousins Evelyn Dayrit Rodriguez and Vita Rodriguez-Laki and it sounds really good!!!

On 28 February 2009, Saturday, there will be a “Gonzalez de Sulipan” / “Gonzalez de Baliuag” [ Descendants of Fray Fausto Lopez, O.S.A. and Maria Amparo "Mariquita" Gonzalez y de los Angeles ] Reunion on the occasion of the 69th birth anniversary of Brother Andrew Gonzalez, F.S.C. at Gene Gonzalez’s “Cafe Ysabel,” # 455 P. Guevarra Street, San Juan.  It is being organized by the Dr. Virgilio Sioco Gonzalez branch of the clan [ the Cebu branch ], and that means Arch. Jackie Gonzalez Cancio – Vega, Charo Gonzalez Cancio – Yujuico, Dr. Vicki Gonzalez Belo, David Gonzalez de Padua, Dr. Donna Gonzalez de Padua, et. al..  Entrance fee is Php 1,500.00/xx per person so that the food will be “suitably Gonzalez” and also to raise some funds for the “Gonzalez Doble Zeta” organization.  Gene Gonzalez will recreate “Cocina Sulipena” [ Old Sulipan Cooking ] for his Gonzalez Cousins.  Since “Cafe Ysabel” only has a seating capacity of 120 persons, attendance will be limited to 20 persons for the “Gonzalez de Baliuag” [ the Soledad Gonzalez -Mariano Gonzales, Jose Gonzalez - Francisca Carrillo, and Francisco Gonzalez - Maria Lloret branches of the Clan ], and 90 persons for the “Gonzalez de Sulipan” [ the Joaquin Gonzalez - Florencia Sioco branch ], only ten descendants each for the ten Gonzalez – Sioco brothers Dr. Fernando, Dr. Jesus, Dr. Emilio, Atty. Augusto, Octavio [ died young; no issue ], Dr. Virgilio, Atty. Francisco Javier, Dr. Bienvenido, Dr. Joaquin, and Congressman Fausto.  So let this be an announcement to our cousins!!!  

This is the Philippines after all, where Everyone is related!!!   :D    :D    :D

“Womanizer”

“Womanizer” is the new megahit song of Britney Spears.

I can’t think of a more appropriate song to describe so many of Manila’s “gentlemen.”

There is a Filipino “macho culture,” after all.

Harharhar!!!   :P

Class Envy, both ways

Once in a while, we receive comments or emails criticizing and sometimes accusing us of a lack of social conscience, social insensitivity, callousness, shallowness, self-indulgence, and all manner of social ills from individuals who seem to have sprung from the mythical Pandora’s Box.  It is almost as if Marie Antoinette herself — disparagingly called “L’Autrichienne” [ "the Austrian" but actually "the German" ] by the Parisian nobles — was reborn as Toto Gonzalez in Manila in the 2000s.  Apparently, some narrow-minded readers of this blog do not read and comprehend very well.  We already said our piece in the page “Mistaken Impressions” months ago.  This blog is about personal reminiscences and is NOT a Filipino “society” magazine.  How many times do we have to say that???!!!

What is it like to be Rich?  For sure, it is not quite like the fantasies of Everyone Else about The Rich.  Like The Poor, it is waking up everyday to a host of problems;  however, there are various solutions available, although there are no guarantees.  There is always something going wrong in a life, no matter how gilded.  Money equals Problems:  the bigger the money, the bigger the problems.  One must maintain, and continually increase, one’s financial, political, and social positions — one slip and they could all be gone.  Indeed, Life has a way of forcibly extracting — sometimes devastatingly so — from one’s holdings, no matter how honestly earned.  You instinctively know Everyone wants to “take you for a ride,” to take advantage of your money, properties, and other assets, and even your own family is no exception.  Worse than War, There is No Family when it comes to Money:  father, mother, brother, sister, son, and daughter are all fair game.  A good night’s sleep is increasingly elusive, for one is always thinking of business, business, and more business, money, money, and more money.  Financial crises drive one wild.  One goes on expensive vacations only to escape the maddening pressures of business, politics, society, and even family — at least until the Blackberry and Pinkberry ring.  Money should provide refuge, but it does not;  ironically enough, it makes one vulnerable to the whims of fortune.  There is No Peace, only Endless Anxiety.               

What is it like to be Poor?  Yes, it is Everything that it is, and more.  It should literally be Hell on Earth but it isn’t;  Ignorance can be Bliss.  Like The Rich, it is waking up everyday to a host of problems;  but unlike “the other half,” there is very little one can do about them.  Money is non-existent but the pursuit of it is all-consuming.  Survival is All.  There is No Peace, only Bitter Surrender.

What is it like to just have Enough?  It can be idealized and it can be reviled, but it is never extraordinary.  One simply “gets by.”  There is a bit of Everything.  There is never enough Money to do everything that one wants.  There is No Peace, Only Uncertainty.

Such is the Sad Lot of Humanity.

I think it is just a case of the pasture being “greener” on the other side.  After all, It is Human Nature to want what is not there.

*unfinished*

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