Kingdom of the 100-year Slumber

In fairy tales, the King and the Queen have a daughter, the Beautiful Princess, who falls in love with Prince Charming, and they marry, have wonderful children, and live happily ever after…

But Real Life is no fairy tale, and very often it is sprinkled with “spiders,” “frogs,” “snakes,” and “dragons.”  “Sorcerers,” “ogres,” and “giants” too.  And so it is what happens to an affluent and distinguished Old Manila family as told by one of its members in this comic but real, sometimes nightmarish, fairy tale…

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Once upon a time, there was a tiny isolated Mountain Kingdom.  The King was the handsomest man alive.  The Queen was comely and kind.  They lived in the most exquisite of Castles, overflowing with beautiful treasures that the Queen, a shopaholic, amassed with aplomb.  They had twin sons: Tweedledee and Tweedlededum and four daughters:  Merriweather, Flora, Fauna and the young Ursula.  The King and the Queen loved to party.  There was always a Ball at the Castle.  All the neighboring kings, the peers of the land, and the burghers of business, loved to ride up to the kingdom.  The Queen loved her pies.  Her cook could not make enough of them.  At one party, cook swept up a giant crusty pie filled with succulent black birds.  When the hosts and their guests cut into the pie, the still-uncooked blackbirds scrambled out and bit their noses.  Voila, the entire castle was cast into a deep sleep.  Except of course, for little Ursula who could not find her stinky blanket, as Nurse Nancy, too, fell into deep slumber.  She howled and howled and howled for a hundred years.

Then one spring morning, the Queen, the King and the entire castle finally woke up.  And there was a little surprise.  The queen was nine months pregnant.  She called her little princes and princesses and told them,  “I have a little secret to tell you.  While we were sleeping, I must have been stung by a spider and because of that you are now going to have another brother.  I want you all to be good little children and take good care of Princey.”  The King was most excited.  Alas, when baby was born she was another princess.  They christened her Barbarella!

Ursula was furious,  “Mommy! Daddy! Why did you even have Barbarella?  I want to be your favorite, always!  I want to be the Star of the family!  I want!  I want!  I want…………”  “Buy me this!  Buy me that!  Buy me everything!”  “Hush child.  What do you want?  Here it is.  Just shut the hell up!”  said the Daddy King.

So the kingdom continued to flourish.  Merriweather, too, loved her pastries, and her cupcakes, and her ice cream.  She couldn’t stand the Queen’s nagging,  “Merriweather, dearest.  Go on a diet.”  “Merriweather, darling, you need a girdle!”  How could she with her friend, Little Lotta, constantly tempting her with the latest:  cotton candy, “Mountain Dew,” and deep fried pork covered in butter cream.  So rebellious Merriweather ran off with her science teacher, Professor Gadget.  Off they went to the Land of Milk and Honey.  “That will teach Mommy Queen.  I can live on my own.  I’ll have my own house.  I hate all that ‘ormolu’.”  She moved to a suburb called Greenacres.  “I am not going to have maids.  I will have lots of children.  They can do all the work.”

But Daddy King could not stand being estranged from his darling firstborn.  She did remind him too much of his dearest mother.  So he sent Flora to spy on her. “Flora, you need to go over and watch out for Merriweather.  I worry about her.  Use that time wisely.  Go to Princess School.  You need to learn how to properly wear your tiara.”  So off she went to spy on her sister.  Flora spent her time trying to keep the tiara on her head.  But her thin hair just wouldn’t hold it up.  Flora gave up and went home and married a chicken farmer.

And there was Fauna.  “I am the most princess of all.  Of all my sisters, I look most like a queen.  For my alabaster skin and my halo this kingdom is not rich enough.  I must find a prince better than my Daddy.”  She was so determined to marry up.  Or so she thought.  So when Snake Charming came along in his brand new and shiny colored coat, Princess Fauna couldn’t help it,  “Ohhhh, so expensive-looking.  Everything is so new.  Not like ours.  So old.  Who likes old gold?  Worse, old money, it smells!!!  I love shiny plastic!”  And so off she went to become Mrs. Snake Charming and be just like his mother, Cruella.  “My palace will be better than Mommy’s and Daddy’s.  I will hire a decorator.  I don’t care what the decorator does as long as he is “THE” decorator.  No antiques for this girl.  I want NEW.  But the decorator better give me a good deal!  I don’t like to pay full price.  I don’t even tip.”

All the Kingdom had left were Ursula and skinny Barbarella.  Poor Barbarella, her only gift in life, aside from her comely looks was her mother’s innate good sense.  Ursula was none too happy that she had to share the sputtering black carriage with Barbarella and her friends.  Besides, Barbarella had too many friends.  And that Abyssinian, Primrose was always around, scratching at everything.  “Why does she even have a cat?  She hates animals!”  Ursula hissed at her sister.  Ursula spent all the lovely holidays sulking.  She had no one to play with.  Even the cousins did not want her around.  “She is always screeching at us!  She grabs everything!  She kicks!”  They all complained.

“I want to be the Star!”  So off went Ursula and married the actor.  “If Mommy and Daddy can’t make me a Star, I’ll go and get my own.”

Meanwhile, Tweedledee and Tweedlededum were thumping around.  “Howthehell did those girls ever manage to get boys?  Why do they always get them?  They always get everything.”  In a huff, Tweedlededum became a shaman and lived further inside the forest, and Tweedledee went out to sea, swearing, “I shall return.”

Only Barbarella and her friends were left with the reign of the castle and the company of the King and the Queen.  Poor Queen.  Although she enjoyed the mirth that the young girls brought to her domain, she could not shake off the dread of another long slumber.  She surrounded herself with a dozen tall guards, even taller because she made them wear feathered hats.  “The feathers should ward off those pesky birds.  I can’t have them biting at me again.  I don’t want to sleep for another 100 years.  I want to enjoy my kingdom.”  The Queen fretted too much that one night she decided to pack off Barbarella and the King and hide away in a distant island.  “I’ll go to the Land of Milk and Honey.  I’ll be nearer Merriweather.  I am too scared to stay in this Mountain Kingdom.  I hate birds.”

It was a new life for the decamped King and Queen, who left the Kingdom to Flora, Fauna and Snake Charming, Ursula and her actor.  They lived in a treehouse in the Land of Milk and Honey with only Barbarella to clean and cook and be Snow White to their aging needs.  Barbarella got so tired of her chores, “Never in my life have I had to drive the carriage!  In the kingdom, we had slaves for that!  Here, I don’t even have dwarfs.”  And so she climbed down from the treehouse and took a nap by the flower bed.  Barbarella looked so lovely in her sleep.  One day, a Handsome Tennis Player in search for his lost ball came upon her.  He gazed down at the sleeping Barbarella and couldn’t resist but plant a kiss on her lips.

“Shoo! Shoo! Off with you! You! You, rascal!  Don’t touch my sleeping Princess!  She is mine!” said the Queen.  But the King protested, “Darling wife, leave him alone.  Barbarella hasn’t seen a man in three years.  I am afraid she may not know what one looks like.  I don’t want her to be an old maid like all your aunts.”  Barbarella awoke in the midst of all the commotion.  She was smitten with the Handsome Tennis Player.  What a hunk, in those white shorts, and those thick eyeglasses!  So Cary Grant.  “Oh, c’mon, Mommy!  He is so cute.  Just my type, the quiet intellectual.  I must marry him.  I don’t want to be your handmaid forever!”

This tag of war went on for months.  Poor Queen lost the battle.  Barbarella followed the Handsome Tennis Player to Over the Rainbow.  The King and the Queen didn’t know how to climb back to their treehouse.  “We’ll go find another treehouse.  We have to find one near Barbarella.  I don’t know what to do without her.  Oh why, oh why, did that man have to ruin everything!  He should be out shooting birds.” ….. and so they went to join Barbarella and Handsome Tennis Player in Over the Rainbow.

End of Part I.

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35 Comments

  1. Garganta Inflamada said,

    February 17, 2008 at 9:28 pm

    OK, toto — when are we going to see the conclusion to this story?

    Zuluetas?

  2. February 7, 2008 at 7:56 am

    ichiro:

    Hey, don’t get the wrong idea. The only wheels I spin are those of the cars!!! *lolsz!!!*

    Cheers!!!

    Toto Gonzalez 😀

  3. February 6, 2008 at 9:13 pm

    A Coj*angco… hmmm… Do you guys get free lots from your family from any of the Villas ( Josephine, Paz, Corazon, et. al.)? I heard Luisita real estate is quadrupling in price as the public transport systems like that skytrain or something near the Dusit Hotel might reach Pampanga and beyond… I also heard Carmen K*ao Tan’s husband bought hundreds of residential lots inside Luisita through their airline…

  4. February 6, 2008 at 9:06 pm

    Asi asi Garganta. Asi asi.

  5. Garganta Inflamada said,

    February 6, 2008 at 4:22 pm

    He will oppose because he is, like the Arevalo, borne out of the lust of a non-royal military man in heat.

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    Well, only because the royal furnace hatch was…invitingly open.

    Surely, you cannot say that Isabella II (or other royal princesses of like barren or effeminate spouses) were ‘raped’ and pro-created against their will. The Gov-General and other royal studs in history would not have lived to see the next morning if that were the case.

    G.I.

  6. February 6, 2008 at 10:21 am

    nxgbdfgvzsrdfcsdf:

    Neither did I !!!

    Is He or Isn’t He??? As they say these days: “Wheeeeel of Fortune!!!”

    Well, if there’s a C around, do send me some of that wonderful Paniqui Rum!!

    Toto Gonzalez 😀

  7. February 6, 2008 at 3:22 am

    Zippo? Ichiro?

    Why, I did not know there is a Cojuangco in my midst…

  8. February 6, 2008 at 3:19 am

    The Stone Princess?

  9. February 6, 2008 at 3:19 am

    Liding,

    Mama Imelda? Is that you ARM?

  10. February 6, 2008 at 3:18 am

    You forgot one thing. The Bourbons descending from Isabel Segunda are Bourbons only by name. They don’t even want people to find out who among the Generals fathered them.

    They keep on invoking the name of the poor Conde of Moratalla.

    The true and living line of Bourbons lie dormant in the quasi-impoverished Borboni-Dos Sicilias of Madrid and Rome. They are the true Bourbons.

    J*an C*rlos will oppose not because he is Bourbon. He will oppose because he is, like the Arevalo, borne out of the lust of a non-royal military man in heat.

  11. February 6, 2008 at 3:06 am

    “The Pearl” yields power by the tip of her tongue alone. The Ar*astias are long gone bluebloods of Lubao, Pampanga. And the Pre*slers were associates of the true Castillian bluebloods of Manila ( sort of like the Zub*ris — gentrified “encargados” of vast “haciendas” who happened to have Caucasian blood… but the Zub*ris married and did well; the Pre*slers simply yearned to relocate to Spain; they were not able to adapt.)

    Yes, she is a grandee of Spain but only by marriage, or ex-marriage. To Carlos Falco who is related to that Falco guy who is now the husband of Ester Koplowitz of the USD billions “Contratas y Construcciones” ( “Conycon” ).

    Yes, she is a Spanish minister’s wife ( courtesy of Senor Boyer ) but how many EE euros is that? EE 20 million? EE 50 million? That certainly is loose change compared to the families we talk about in this blog.

    I love *sabel, don’t get me wrong. She is a very kind and respectable lady. “Muy carinosa.” Very Filipina. But I have to be honest………

    Oh! Let me write a little poem about her:

    “”Peseta por peseta, no es la reina.
    Mucha amistad pero nunca corona
    Solamente baraja, la cara preciosa.”

    “Me gusta la perla, la maja Filipina
    Corazon amable, la boca sincera.
    Esa es *sabel Pre*sler Ar*astia.””

  12. Garganta Inflamada said,

    February 5, 2008 at 7:45 pm

    However, you forget there is a Filipina who is presently close to the corridors of power in Madrid. Maria Isabel Arrastia Preysler Iglesias (I forget the Marquise’s, husband #2, last name) Boyer, “La Reina de las Corazones” of Spain — so Isabella III, in more ways than one. 🙂 🙂

    However, you know this suit of the Arevalos, I sort of tried to make heads or tails of it ( and unless I totally misunderstand the parameters of it ), all they’re after is the rightful recognition and inheritance of the old Governor-General Arevalo, which patrimony the B*yots seem to have usurped.

    However, this recognition would NOT really make them relatives to the Bourbons because they ( and the B*yots ) are the seed of the Governor-General’s union OUTSIDE of his purported relations with Isabella Segunda. ( She had seven children of whom only four survived into adulthood.) The B*yots are heir to the “escudos” on the basis of their forebear’s distinguished service to the Crown. And of course, one could look at that, again — in more ways than one!!!

    So the Arevalos may gain that recognition as rightful heirs to the Governor-General, but as you said, an outright royal blood connection to the House of Bourbon will be far in coming.

    ( That’s how I size it up; but I could be mistaken. )

    G.I.

  13. February 5, 2008 at 1:44 am

    Garganta,

    The Arevalo evidence has been with them all along. It is their own blood. But you see, the present Kings of Spain might have a fit about this. If they recognize the Arevalos, it is as if they are recognizing that two of Isabel Segunda’s children were borne out of the Spanish Generals, much like their own “antepasado” of a King was borne off of either Puig or Serrano. If anything, I would suggest to the Arevalos a public recognition that they are indeed the heirs of their fallen general of a relative by the Spanish Military, by the Spanish Courts, and by the Royal Libraries of Spain. That is proof enough and all of Spain will believe them. And from there they can invoke their rights to European citizenship, certain privileges reserved for descendants of Spanish heroes, and — a rewriting of Spanish History that will certainly reopen the long-disputed fathers of the children of Isabel Segunda. Imagine! The Philippines could never have been any more close to Madrid’s corridors of power than this! Even the de Ayalas are but cousins of a cousin of a cousin of a king! And the last Filipino to have been politically powerful in Madrid was Don Marcelo Azcarraga Palmero, the Spanish-Filipino Prime Minister of Spain at the turn of the century, and the Filipino Palmero uncles. ( The Azcarraga legacy would eventually die with the onslaught of Batista and Castro in Cuba through the fall of Banco y Casa de Seguros Fessner ).

  14. Garganta Inflamada said,

    February 4, 2008 at 7:05 am

    Here’s a few other names: del Rosarios? Roces?

    Came across another chat board where they discuss the Zobels et al. http://www.skyscrapercity.com/showthread.php?t=381209&page=5

    Plus, a pic of a young Inigo Zobel asleep.
    http://www.ditona-beach.net/Spencer/Archive/rziemba.htm

    Enjoy.

    G.I.

  15. Garganta Inflamada said,

    February 3, 2008 at 7:23 pm

    r6jty, speaking of Enrique Iglesias (the younger), watch out for an episode of TWO AND A HALF MEN (the Charlie Sheen sitcom series). Enrique guests as a rather hot Latino handyman doing repairs in the Malibu home of Charlie. Good surprise ending too.

    I didn’t realize how dark he is.

    Oh, and am glad you liked my report re the Arevalo-Bay*t feud. For the sake of the tabloids, I hope it goes somewhere. However, because it is a multigenerational quest (and I don’t see how or why the US would help the Arevalos in their claims), I think it is going to be VERY expensive to pursue and I hope the Arevalos have the money to do so.

    PLUS when all is said and done, and their claims are vindicated, I hope there is still something of value that can be recovered from the Bay*ts that would have the Arevalo claims worth the effort and expense.

    If you want to discuss further offline (and I would be very happy to), either give your email to Toto to forward to me — or Toto can give you mine and we can take it from there.

    Hasta lluego…

    G.I.

  16. kongwi said,

    February 3, 2008 at 4:09 pm

    and i believe the late actor mario montenegro was married to an arrastia… so that would be part of the actor puzzle…

  17. February 2, 2008 at 6:05 pm

    Twins…hmmm…Are you talking about the Concepcions?! LOL. I don’t even think they’re from Quiapo.

    Garganta….the Arrastias probably. They’re very handsome. The boys are known to have very big you-know-whats and the very girls are known to be the prettiest in all of Lubao. I believe Leticia Arrastia can attest. Can anybody post a picture of her son Enrique? The one who died of an overdose in the Crown Colony and who his sister Isabel Preysler named her songster son after ( Enrique Iglesias )? I saw a very old picture in my aunt’s closet and whoa! Que guapo! The Arrastia boys and girls are the walking Adonis and Venus of Manila.

  18. zippo said,

    February 1, 2008 at 5:49 pm

    The Legardas?

  19. Garganta Inflamada said,

    January 31, 2008 at 5:46 pm

    Now he tells us it’s not about the M*drigals.

    So I don’t know who’s left of the venerable old mestizo vanguard ( or rearguard as one’s thinking may be ) of R. Hidalgo Street that Toto references in this saga — but let me throw in a few more names: Arranz? Arrastia? Cacho ( although they’re from Iloilo)? Confesor? Delgado? one of the Revilla branches? Rocha? the Romanovs? 🙂

    G.I.

  20. esdcwedxwasx said,

    January 31, 2008 at 1:22 am

    Towards R. Hidalgo? Hmmm. Didn’t the Paternos [ used to ] live there? The Tuasons, Legardas, Prietos, Valdeses, Zamoras, Aranetas, Ocampos, the Enriquezes, the Genatos, some Nakpils, and Gonzaleses… I heard at one time the mestizaje Ortegas used to have an investment property towards San Sebastian Church. This was before one of their own, Carmen, bore children for Apo Lakay… Dona Pepang used to pass through R. Hidalgo on her way to Sampaloc… on her way to the daughter-in-law she recognized, that Ilocana Ortega from La Union.

  21. Asiong Salonga said,

    January 29, 2008 at 6:48 am

    This is quite difficult as I am not familiar with the different old rich families in Manila. Hmmm…

  22. Garganta Inflamada said,

    January 24, 2008 at 7:04 pm

    and of course the digs of Toto’s mystery Roxas de Zobeyala heiress. T, when will u finish THAT story?

  23. Juancho L. Baylon said,

    January 23, 2008 at 5:50 pm

    it’s nice to be young and alive and carefree in New York City. it brings out the joie de vivre in me… heheh… frankly speaking, i like the upper east side better compared to upper west side which tends to be eclectic and ‘artsy.’ although some parts of the upper west side tends to be old world ambience… i prefer the neigborhood of the upper east side especially from the east 60th to the 80th. it’s more dignified and it’s more of the ‘Jacqueline Kennedy O.’ type of ambience. I agree that the columbus circle is attractive on the west side. the mandarin oriental is in columbus circle and some of my friends prefer to have afternoon tea at their 35th floor cocktail lounge which has a sweeping view of the park southside and a view of the buildings of the upper east side. my friends prefer to have tea at mandarin over the plaza… i think Lyn Ilusor*o-Bildn*r has another penthouse on Park Avenue. the philippine government should have kept the Crown Building of Madame Imelda.

  24. Garganta Inflamada said,

    January 23, 2008 at 6:51 am

    It’s the snob appeal of the Upper East Side, its proximity to the Met Museum, the Frick, upper Madison Avenue, etc., & overall, more ‘Establishment’ (therefore, generally quieter and more dependable — since the co-op boards have gone over you with a fine tooth comb) lifestyle and environs that would attract me to the Upper East Side. Whereas the Upper West Side tends to be more hip, attract more entertainers and show biz-types ( e.g., John Lennon in the “Dakota” — a landmark but I’m sure terribly antiquated building in terms of plumbing, heating, electrical/internet wiring, etc. ) — therefore, more transient and more ‘un-dependable’. And you only have the American Museum of Natural History on that side. ( Ugh! )

    So, like zippo, I would still go with the Upper East Side. Although the Lincoln Center/Columbus Circle area certainly is equally attractive. Ahh, memories of New York.

    G.I.

  25. zippo said,

    January 23, 2008 at 12:43 am

    periphery,

    You are correct. The amenities of most 5th Avenue-Upper East Side buildings aren’t that great. It really is the snob appeal and the fantastic view. But there are a few developers though who are starting to convert some of these 5th Avenue co-ops into really nice developments (placing spas, fitness centers, wine “vaults”, etc. within the building).

    If it were my choice though (between 5th Avenue and Central Park-West), I’d still choose 5th Avenue since the demand for an Upper East Side flat is greater than the demand for an Upper West Side flat.

    Z 🙂

  26. Garganta Inflamada said,

    January 22, 2008 at 6:34 pm

    Well, in Loida’s defense, and I remember her as a very, nice unassuming lady (when last I met her some 25 years ago), you ask for as much as you can get. And then of course, reality scales it down.

    And the real estate industry in the US (as I guess it would be anywhere in the world), especially in the more rarefied confines of Manhattan, or Beverly Hills or, say Palm Beach, does tend to get bitchy and back-biting, more so if they DON’T end up representing your pricey property.

    And Loida is no hither, Juanita-come-lately slouch either. She is a lawyer and was a Sta. Theresa-Manila graduate. You can’t get any more savvy than that. Oh, and she hosted a lot of Hillary Clinton-fundraisers in that penthouse; and you bet she will have swell connections in the next administration if Madame Clinton wins in November.

    So, does that leave the oldest Ilus*rio gal, Lyn*, as the only other Pinay with a penthouse on Fifth Avenue?

    G.I.

  27. periphery said,

    January 22, 2008 at 4:02 pm

    $70 million? Geez. That’s insane! LOL.

    Anyway, I thought the person LNL was trying to “beat” was Rupert Murdoch of NewsCorp. He paid $44 million for his place, in the same building as LNL (834 Fifth) and I think he still hasn’t moved in. Now THAT is rich.

    To her credit, though, LNL has been pretty candid about the fact that everything she and her late husband did with TLC Beatrice, and everything she does now outside of advocacy and philanthropy, is focused towards creating wealth for her children. So I don’t begrudge her trying to get as much money as she can out of her duplex.

    Never understood the incredible appeal of these so-called “good buildings” anyway, besides the fact that your neighbors are all supposedly New York society’s ne plus ultra. So ganun nga, I guess… snob appeal. I have a good friend who lives at 998 Fifth (inherited), and while it IS very nice, IMHO it’s not nice enough to have people clamoring and going through contortions for co-op board approval.

    Give me a nice big flat at the Time Warner Center any day. Much better amenities, and much closer to the action. The Upper East Side is too boring. The only saving grace is the proximity to the park, and shopping on Madison Avenue 🙂

  28. zippo said,

    January 22, 2008 at 9:29 am

    periphery,

    Mrs. Nicolas-Lewis thought that she could beat the sale of the flat of a real blue-blood New York family just a block away (also on a Rosario Candela designed building on the Upper East Side of 5th Avenue) which sold for $43 Million. It was said that Mrs. Lewis originally wanted $50Million but that real estate agents from 2 of the most venerable Manhattan real estate firms — Stribling and Brown, Harris, & Stevens were snickering behind Mrs. Lewis’ back with the price she originally wanted. (Disclaimer: this info was NOT given to me by **** ******** ******* who I know works for Brown, Harris, & Stevens).

    The Manhattan penthouse to beat has got to be the triplex penthouse of the Pierre also on 5th Avenue which has its own ballroom and hundreds of square feet of wrap-around garden terraces overlooking Central Park. It’s being offered for $70 Million and has been on the market for more than 3 years.

    Z 🙂

  29. January 22, 2008 at 5:00 am

    Dear Readers,

    Sorry to disappoint you ladies and gentlemen, but this post is NOT about the Madr*gal family at all.

    There is only one post in this blog that is about part of the distant past of the Madr*gal family. And you will have to look for it yourselves among the 400 posts of this blog. *lolsz!*

    This post is about the most affluent branch of a venerable Spanish mestizo family that once resided on what was formerly Calle San Sebastian, then Calle R. Hidalgo, presently Ramon Hidalgo Street in Manila.

    Cheers!!!

    Toto Gonzalez 😀

  30. Garganta Inflamada said,

    January 21, 2008 at 10:41 pm

    ichiro,

    At one point, both Chito and Ising were married to two “V” brothers. She was Chito Madrigal-Vasquez before she became Mrs. Collantes.

    G.I.

  31. periphery said,

    January 21, 2008 at 9:33 pm

    Kind of off-topic, but speaking of “treehouses”… er, penthouses… Loida Nicolas Lewis put her duplex apartment at 834 Fifth Avenue ( one of the three “good buildings” in Manhattan ) on the market. The asking price was $45 million and it sold for just under $ 34 million.

  32. nettie801 said,

    January 20, 2008 at 7:51 pm

    I Love Fairy Tales… so where’s “Over the Rainbow”?

  33. Garganta Inflamada said,

    January 20, 2008 at 6:47 pm

    Ah, shades of Herr Grimm, M. Perrault or Stephen Sondheim? ( Very “Into the Woods,” Toto. )

    OK, my ruminations: methinks this “enchanted” family has a surname that also means medieval singers or I think, nightingales ( not “rossignol” ).

    It’s the one where 2 of the fairies married 2 brothers who were doctors ( and whose family also had a school supplies business )?

    Don’t they also have, like, a 3rd generation fairy sitting on the Praetorian Board ( i.e., the Senate )?

    And don’t they have that whole section like a Hadrian’s Gate in “Sit-sirit-sit Alimang-mang” named after them?

    Can’t wait for Parts II, III and the rest of this telenovella.

    G.I.

  34. January 20, 2008 at 4:03 pm

    Garganta Inflamada:

    Please re-post your comment on this post. It was lost during editing.

    Thanks!!!

    Toto Gonzalez 🙂

  35. January 20, 2008 at 6:48 am

    Tips to the reader:

    Mountain Kingdom = Manila, Philippines

    Slumber = World War II

    Land of Milk and Honey = United States

    treehouse = penthouse duplex in a posh building

    Toto Gonzalez 🙂


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