A Painting In Corregidor

the guns... one of the popular fixtures in corregidor

the guns… one of the popular fixtures in corregidor

About two weeks ago while having a quiet weekend breakfast with Nengkoy, I learned that my family have close affiliation to that of the historic Island of Corregidor.  During this peaceful breakfast, Nengkoy told me that her mother (Lola Teray) actually lived and inhabited the island of Corregidor for a considerable amount of time.

Nengkoy told me that Lola Teray (though was born in Naic, Cavite) lived with the rest of her family in Corregidor when the island was still under the control of the Americans.  In fact, Nengkoy’s eldest sister (Aunt Lydia, who is now based in Canada) was born there.  She also told me that Lola Teray and the rest of her family was living at the Bottomside of the island where Barrio San Jose was located.

Three Sundays ago, I got the pleasant chance to again visit Corregidor.  It has again been an enlightening tour and visit.  I learned from the tour guide that since the island was controlled by the Americans, Filipinos born in Corregidor in the past are given the option of either being an American or a Filipino citizen.  How cool is that!

The competent tour guide however raised that at present the island is no longer inhabited by anyone and is already preserved because it has been declared a National Shrine.  Thus, there is no longer called a newly born Corregidor-ian.

But what truly moved and startled me was when I saw a rather small framed painting hanged on the wall of the Pacific War Museum (the last stop of the tour before heading back to Manila).  Surprisingly, the prolific piece of art which I never noticed during my first visit was actually painted by no less than my late Uncle Dante.  The younger brother of Nengkoy.  This further confirmed that indeed, somewhere in the marrow of my bones can be found my affiliation to the Island of Corregidor.

a street in early corregidor by dante romasanta

a street in early corregidor by dante romasanta

Painted in 1960, the painting depicts the life of ordinary citizens of Corregidor and the usual dealings of the locals with the Americans prior to the horrific World War II.  It’s a representation of a social drama which imbibes a superlative story telling skill through the usage of oil pigments and genius strokes of the brush.

At first sight the painting may seem chaotic.  But at a longer glance, it actually presents a mantra of noisy energy contained by discipline, freedom and order that is miraculously held together.  This I suppose is the glory of this painting.

super proud!

super proud!

I thought I would surprise Nengkoy about this immense discovery during that breakfast.  So when I told her about my finding Uncle Dante’s painting, she simply told me that she has known about it all along.  And that she has long been immensely proud by this artistic feat achieved by his beloved brother.

Super prawd pamangkin hir!!!

A Fierce Little Woman: A Mother’s Day 2014 Special

We don’t get to pick our mother, but if we did, I still would have chosen Nengkoy.

My spirit of self-sufficiency has come largely from my mother.  Her generosity, resilience and sense of humor got my siblings and me easily passed through from bad times when we were kids.  And now these are the qualities I try to offer my own nephews and nieces.

happy mother's day nanay...

donya lang ang peg mo dito

I have always believe that Nengkoy has the sweetness and chicness of Barbie yet possess the heart and strong-mindedness of Joan of Arc.  This Mother’s Day, let me honor Nengkoy for being such a fierce little woman!

O, taray diba?! Happy Mother’s Day Nanay…

Nengkoy, The Kengkengs & The Boy With Dirty Knees

While our family waits to celebrate the Christmas Eve of 2013, me and my monster “pamangkins” (nieces and nephews) along with Nengkoy, of course, did a little photoshoot.

We tried remaking the photo of a happy, naïve and innocent picture shot at the exact spot MORE THAN TWENTY years ago.  My “kerengkeng” nieces and a nephew in this photo were the first batch of grandchildren of Nengkoy.

Then & Now: thatch, kim, erika, kate and denden with nengkoy

Then & Now: thatch, kim, erika, kate and denden with nengkoy

Complete with white ribbons, red shirt, white blouses, and green shorts the exact pose was recreated.  What made me laugh hard about doing this photo is when my nephew Denden was dirtying his knees for the shoot since it’s so apparent in the original photo that his knees were super “dungis” (soiled).

These photo made me realize that when we were innocent children, we seldom think of the future.  This innocence lets us free to enjoy ourselves.  It also made me think that growing up is actually not a bad thing at all.  Because it allows us to make a difference in the world, to find out who we are and to live the life we imagined as children…

Grabeng tuhod ‘yan! Ang dungis!!!

From Selfless To Selfish Birthday Wishes 2014

World peace, good health for Nengkoy and the return of genuine happy smiles from all people severely affected by super typhoon Haiyan are my unselfish wishes for my upcoming birthday.

In terms of worldly materialistic birthday wishes, aside from ten million bucks, the following easy on the pocket tangibles would definitely make my birthday settle in high spirits:

a Book…

morrissey autobiography

i’m pretty sure this autobiography would be an interesting read

a CD…

with or without autograph, i would love to have this

with or without autograph, i would looove to have this

and an MP3 Player …

i prefer the yellow color... this would be nice to carry in my pocket while killing myself on a threadmill

i prefer the yellow color… its as small as a five peso coin. this would be nice to carry in my pocket while on a thread mill

 Wans a yir lang ang bertday! Kaya damihan na ang wishes…

 

Rare Photos: A Mother’s Day Special

Unless done and taken by a well-known or critically acclaimed photographer, a photo is often appreciated on what it contains.  Unless you tell that it’s shot by a popular photographer, only few or even no one would ask who took your photo.  May it be a good angle of your face, a suddenly slim-looking body or a surprisingly sweet smile it’s always the person on the photo who receives raves and praises and never the photographer.

So to appreciate a work done by a nonentity in the field of photography, let me post two rare photos taken by her.  These photos are preciously exquisite because the one who took it is often the one photographed and never the one behind to click the camera.   These photos are so rare because she never shoots photos for she doesn’t know how to operate a camera.

These photos were taken from our recent trip abroad.  In our trip to Japan, I and my family were able to accumulate more than a thousand images and snapshots to chronicle our delightful adventures.  And out of these voluminous shots, only four photos were made by her.  I will post only two of these four shots since the “qualities” and “characters” of such photos are basically the same.  Again and let me reiterate that she is always the one photographed and never the one who photographs.

no.  there's nothing wrong with your vision.  actually, it's very artistic.

no. there’s nothing wrong with your vision.
it actually looks very artistic.

love this shot!

love this shot! “may nginig paktor!!!”

These rare photos were taken by Nengkoy.

These photos are stupendously extraordinary because it took us long arduous minutes to prolong our smile, held our breath and stay motionless on a pose.  We need to stay still and wait for Nengkoy to peep through the narrow viewer and at the same time find her index finger to the camera’s shutter to shoot these atypical pictures. The waiting to hear the clicking camera to shoot these motionless moments were so gruelingly prolonged, all of us in the photo kept quiet which made the room so silent it hurt my ear.

After four shots, we gave up, no one complained and quietly proceeded to call a waiter to order our dinner.  Actually after these shots were taken, I felt exhausted!

Happy Mother’s Day Nengkoy!!!

Kakaibang talento hatid sa inyo ni Nengkoy sa araw ng mga Maders…

 

Toot toot! Happy New Year!!!

Happy New Year!!!

Cheers to another year of awesomeness!

me blowing a 5-year old trumpet

me blowing a 5-year old trumpet

One interesting anecdote that can be derived from the photo above is the torotot (party horn).  It’s a five-year-old bugle which Nengkoy brings out annually from her precious storage chest.  It’s the same bunch of paper trumpets that me and my relatives would use to welcome the New Year.  These hooters are only replaced when it is deemed damaged, pauperized or no longer toots and tootles when blown.

As I’ve observed from the malls recently, today’s party horns are modernized.  It’s made of hard colorful plastic and need not be blown using the strength of your breath.  It is simply pumped by both hands to produce a honking sound.  Also, modern horns seem to have a different sound.  It sounds more like the vuvuzela of South Africa used during the 2010 World Cup.

But Nengkoy’s horns still sounds the classic New Year paper-made trumpets.  Because the mouthpiece that produce the tooting sound (attached inside the nozzle) when I checked is still made of a piece of small hallow bamboo.  Last night, when I sampled the horns, the first thing I uttered was, “Tunog sinauna” (It sounds old and ancient).

Me and my family do not light up fire crackers (like what others would habitually do) to drive away the bad chi of the coming year.  Maybe my family is too clever to play with the dangers of lighting fire crackers and rather smartly chose to be in the safe zone.  Instead, we would usher the welcoming of the New Year by blasting confetti cannons and of course by blowing Nengkoy’s carton-made party horns.

After the New Year revelry, Nengkoy would simply collect all these trumpets, test each if it is still working and store it again in her storage box for next year’s celebration.  Next year for sure I will be blowing the same old yet reliable party horns.

Tut tut! Hapi Nyu Yir!!! 

Handwritten Notes In My Treasure Box

I don’t know but there must be something in my hypothalamus that bursts with uplifting joy every time I would receive a handwritten heartwarming note or letter from a friend or a relative.  The value of handwritten poignant thoughts directly conveyed to my inner being cheers me up in high spirits.

Maybe this is the reason why I have the compulsion to keep, store and squirrel away these letters and notes no matter how short the messages are and regardless of what sort of paper these are written on.

To hint on some examples, herewith are a few of the letters/notes that I have been keeping in my treasure box in which some heedless souls may already consider as trash…

chosen notes from my treasure box

few of the notes from my treasure box

this kid will be turning 12 early next year

this kid is turning 12 early next year

Of course two of my personal favorites…

thatcher, my niece's christmas letter last year.  i can hardly remember what she gave me but this letter will forever be remembered

my niece thatcher’s christmas letter last year. i can hardly recall what she gave me but this letter will forever be kept and remembered

luis' note when he was just starting to learn how to write (left was the front page, to the right is the meat of his "very precise" message)

my nephew luis’ letter written on a tiny sheet of paper when he was just starting to learn how to write.  (left was the front page, to the right is the content of his “very precise” message).  luis is entering college next year…

Or maybe I got this penchant attribute from my mother.  I can clearly recall when I was still a skinny kid when Nengkoy would make a décor-less scrapbook of all the Christmas Holiday and Birthday greeting cards she would receive through the years. These colorful greetings card she received were usually from my father who was then working in the Middle East, from my dear relatives based in USA and Canada (the Romasanta-s and the Pineda-s) as well as from her close friends working in various parts of the world.

Kapag ako sumikat, pwedeng ipang-myusiyum ang mga ‘yan.

A Grand Gourmet Experience

spirals1

spirals, sofitel manila

It was one unforgettable pre-Christmas dinner as well as post-birthday celebration of my nephew Denden.  I and my family were in Spirals, Sofitel Manila last night.   Spirals is the country’s biggest and widest array of culinary delights with 21 interactive Ateliers.

For me the best features in the buffet were the mouthwatering Chinese Dimsum; a raw bar of sushi and sashimi; the wide array of artisanal cheeses (inside the much raved about cheese room); the juicy steaks at Churrasco; the paneers and tandoori; and, of course the unlimited Foie Gras.

Though this was not my first time to dine at Spirals I still get so overwhelmed, I failed to take photos of the buffet.

the staff probably knew that i have a crazy noisy family we were billeted inside a vip room

sofitel staff probably knew that i have a crazy noisy family, we were billeted inside a vip room

me and nengkoy loved this bread...

me and nengkoy loved this bread…

a view from the hotel lobby

a view from the hotel lobby

No wonder Spirals at Sofitel this year was chosen as the Best International Buffet by the prestigious Manila’s Best Kept Restaurant Secrets (MBKRS Awards).

Burp…

Gifts Received On My Birthday

I had a blast when I celebrated my birthday.  As a gift for myself, I slept the whole morning, purchased a couple of books to read for the next few nights and had a relaxing massage.  Later in the day I had dinner buffet with my family at Yanagi Japanese Restaurant at Midas Hotel.

yanagi at the mezz of midas hotel

While having our dinner, I received the best gifts for my birthday.  One came from my younger sister and zany nephews, i.e. a Sponge Bob printed boxer briefs in which the box where it is contained seems more expensive than the actual gift.  Another is the sumptuous blowout dinner buffet paid for by my elder sister in which I was surprised because the waiters of the Japanese restaurant gave me a candle-lit cake and sang me a birthday song in the tune of One Direction’s What Makes You Beautiful.

my birthday cake

Lastly of course was the gift given by Nengkoy.  A personalized printed shirt that bears the usual question I would often utter to my nieces and nephews whenever they would show me something that they have done – “Is That Your Best?”  Let me post some other time why I got to terms with this line of questioning.

nengkoy’s gift

nengkoy and me

By the way let me thank all the beautiful souls who greeted me on my birthday.  Let me post in this blog the jokey note I have written on my Facebook page as my expression of gratitude…

Let me express my heartfelt gratitude to all those who greeted me a Happy Birthday today.  Each greeting really meant a lot to me and absolutely made my day.  How thoughtful, how Goldilocks!

Because of your greetings, I feel like Purefoods Fiesta Ham, the Star of the Noche Buena Feast!  Because you remembered I’m like KFC, finger lickin’ good!  Para kayong Vick’s Vapo Rub, may haplos ng pagmamahal.

Now that my birthday is ending, my personal mood is like Lactum, 100% Panatag.  Tomorrow for sure would be like Meralco… May Liwanag Ang Buhay… xoxo

Salamasss!