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Penaverde Debut Exhibit in NYC

Manila artist Rem Penaverde, younger sister to New York- based Filipino tenor Rogelio Penaverde, holds her first art exhibit and auction in NYC. All artwork were sold out and a portion of the proceeds will benefit the activities and projects of San Lorenzo Ruiz Choir.

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Rizal in New York

Did you know that when Jose Rizal was in New York in 1888 he stayed at a hotel along 5th Avenue which was considered one of the best in the City at that time?

Where the hotel stood is now present-day Madison Square Park where Fil-Ams in the East Coast  celebrate the annual Philippine Independence Day.the Philippine National Hero,

To read more about Rizal in America, click here. This blog contains more links to Rizal's Anglo-American travels and experience.

It is New York City for Rizal before he headed to London via steamship. Follow Rizal in this interactive travel log by the GMA 7 team.      

Mabuhay Pinoy! Carlos P. Romulo



MABUHAY PINOY! contains Filipiniana tidbits and information 
showcasing the rich cultural heritage of the Filipino people. 
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Poetry Contribution: iMessage

20140224-010053.jpg iMessage By I. Regalado i said, "you have to peel it off, strip to the bone, i want to see you naked" you said, "in your dreams" I said, "sure, but even my dreams wouldn't oblige" You were walking around with a pink umbrella, And it wasn't even raining. I pictured in my head thousands of black umbrellas, and, one of them was pink, underneath, one of them was you, walking the cobbled streets, of SOHO, like something from a film by Kurosawa, or a photoshopped photograph, the sound of Nolita Fairytale playing in the background (or was that a film that I have not seen?) I said, “I’m amazed at the randomness of our conversation. I feel some kind of fever coming. I have to fight it.” “It’s a song,” you said then you pointed to the wooden balcony. “Do you see it? Do you see us?” I asked. “I see you, us,” you answered. Meanwhile, our hands held each other, Our eyes stared at each other, Nothing to hide here, Everything known. “Me siento mejor,” la Niña sang through my iPhone, Yes I feel better, ya me siento mejor. Now I feel better. “Quiero quitarte la ropa!” “Si yo pudieras mover la manilla del reloj del tiempo” There is a scent here with me That isn’t mine. (I’ve walked that street with you before, Everyone should be jealous.) “Scent?” you asked. “Yes, it’s a woman’s scent, But it’s gone now.” Then my mind added, “Was it you?” Contributed by I. Regalado 20140224-010038.jpg

Les Miserables and Bonifacio

Truth be told, I watched Les Miserables not for its Hollywood trappings, but in memory of the heroism of the great Andres Bonifacio and the Katipuneros of 1896. Victor Hugo's novel from which the musical, and subsequently the film, was based from was among the books that inspired Bonifacio to launch the Philippine revolution.

I didn't sob as the blonde in front of me did neither did I feel sorry for the tragedy of Eponine's unrequited love.  I was focused more on the  poverty of the times, and how social injustice can turn innocence into scum. I cringe at how women were punished more for indecency while men were condoned. I saw how children were unlikely victims of the abhorrent crimes, legal and social injustices. While reading the original french novel, Bonifacio probably drew similarities between the 18th century France and the 19th century Philippines that strenghtened (or inspired) his conviction to lay his life for the cause of the country.

After the movie, the song of the young rebels continues on in my head. I can just imagine the song coming out of Bonifacio's mouth.

Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men? It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again! When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When tomorrow comes!

Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me? Beyond the barricade Is there a world you long to see?

Then join in the fight That will give you the right to be free!

On top of joining the movie audience's collective sorrow for the death of the rebels, I felt pangs of guilt knowing that if I lived  during Bonifacio's time or had lived anytime when a revolution is raging, I would have been like those characters in the movie who chose to keep their doors shut behind any radical movement.

I'm an immigrant who chose to leave its country in turmoil, what would you expect?

 
The Supreme Leader of the Philippine Revolution Against Western Imperialism

The Supreme Leader of the Philippine Revolution Against Western Imperialism

Poerty Contribution: A Naivete’s Confession

A Naiveté’s Confession by Jo March One spring night of ‘07 I was at this club That’s aptly called Double Happiness Right down at the Lower East Side. On my way out the bathroom I met this amazingly drunk guy Then held his glass as he took his turn at the bowl. He thanked me for being very nice And asked my name with a sheepish smile I told him mine, and Michael he said he was. He had a face like this BH 90210 guy So tall, fine and cute even when doused. He fuelled my curiosity; I decided to close my eyes. ‘There’s not much like you from where I came from’. He said as he keenly groped me in the dark. ‘Never met someone from where you came from’, I hissed back. Michael and I came back holding hands. Both smashed and grinning like a Cheshire cat. Funny, I shocked all my friends with my impulsive act. It’s embarrassing what else I did that night, With too much tea martini running in my blood. Let me just admit I’ve been really, really bad. He got my number that I remembered right For he called the following morn to ask me out I firmly said NO for I was sober to realize These boys want nothing else but my girly warmth   written by Jo March 2007, NYC

Crucified Man Amongst Us

Brother Michael Lamantia's Golden Jubilee

The Brazilian, Italian and Filipino faithfuls of Our Lady of Pompei Church came together to honor Bro. Michael Lamantia on his 50th anniversary as a religious brother under the Scalabrini Fathers. Commendable is Bro. Michael's devotion to Pompei and Catholic faith that remain steadfast over the years. He renewed his vows of chastity, poverty and obedience on October 20, 2012. A walking 'crucified man' (someone who is ready to suffer as Christ did on the Cross) among us is indeed rare . Happy Anniversary, Bro. Michael! May more clergy serve as selflessly as you do to both Church and His community.

 

   

Filipinos in America: Tangled Roots – NY Times Article

WHEN Joey Tabaco of Ronkonkoma was growing up in his native Queens, his Filipino roots remained a largely unexplored subject.

“Back in the 1950s and ’60s, your job as a kid was to assimilate,” said Mr. Tabaco, 62, whose parents came from the Philippines. “There were no meeting places for Filipinos.” As a result, he said, he and others like him grew up “basically American,” but “trying to learn about their heritage.”

For Mr. Tabaco, who works as a weather observer at Long Island MacArthur Airport, the search extended well into adulthood. Now he is sharing that heritage as a part-time volunteer in the Charles B. Wang Center at Stony Brook University, ready to help visitors navigate their way through “Singgalot — The Ties That Bind: Filipinos in America, From Colonial Subjects to Citizens.” An exhibition of nearly 100 images, historical documents and illustrations reproduced on a series of panels, “Singgalot” will be on view at the Wang Center through April 22.

Organized by the Smithsonian Institution Traveling Exhibition Service, “Singgalot” (the word in the Tagaloglanguage of the Philippines loosely translates to “the ties that bind”) depicts the long and often tortuous road traveled by Filipinos in this country over more than two centuries. Today, Filipinos are among the largest Asian-American groups: According to a 2010 survey by the Census Bureau, an estimated 2.5 million people of unmixed Filipino origin live in this country. (The exhibition began traveling in 2008 and is making its 12th and last stop here.)

The often tangled ties that bind the two countries include a fractious history. Spain ceded the Philippines, a longtime colony, to the United States after the Spanish-American War in 1898. The Philippines, however, had declared its independence that same year, and the transfer to American domination touched off the bloody three-year Philippine-American War.

In “Singgalot,” somber images of the period document the fledgling republic’s resistance to American control. In one 1899 photo, Filipino rebels are sprawled dead in a trench; in another, American soldiers, rifles at the ready, kneel in battle in Manila. (The rebellion was quelled in 1902, though sporadic resistance continued until 1913, and the Philippines did not achieve independence from the United States until 1946.)

By the time of the Spanish-American War, some Filipinos had already long been settled in Louisiana, building houses on stilts along the Gulf coast and living as shrimpers; vintage photos show the settlers “dancing the shrimp” — stepping on their catch to remove the shrimp from their shells.

Such disparate reflections of the Filipino-American past are typical of the exhibition, which not only documents the hardships often endured by Filipinos on these (as well as their own) shores, but also celebrates Filipino-American culture.

In the spirit of that celebration, “Singgalot” will be complemented by two free receptions with Filipino-oriented comedy, dance, music and refreshments. On March 3 at 3 p.m., the comedians Rex Navarrete of Portland, Ore., and Air Tabigue of Ronkonkoma will perform at a community reception. (Those who wish to attend should respond by e-mail to wangcenter@stonybrook.edu.)

On March 8 at 6 p.m., another reception, organized for the university but also open to the public, will feature the comedian Kevin Nadal, along with Koba, a hip-hop artist, and others. Dr. Nadal, of New York City, who has a Ph.D. in counseling psychology from Columbia University, will do stand-up and storytelling about the “cultural divide between the immigrant parents and aunties and uncles, and the American-born experience, like me,” he said in a telephone interview.

That divide is sometimes breached in surprising fashion: Dr. Nadal’s mother, he said, may be generally conservative in her ways, but “I just think it’s funny that she knows who Kim Kardashian is.” (Dr. Nadal wears numerous hats: He is also an associate professor of psychology at John Jay College of Criminal Justice in New York and the president of the metropolitan New York chapter of the Filipino American National Historical Society.)

The special events will wrap up on March 13 at 7 p.m. with a “Pinoyorker” panel about the Filipino experience in New York, also at the Wang Center.

As for the exhibition itself, perhaps the strangest images depict a 47-acre “Philippine Village,” including thatched huts and “natives” in loincloths, at the 1904 World’s Fair in St. Louis. It exemplifies the conflicting American sentiments toward Filipino and other Asian immigrants during a good part of the past century. On the one hand, the World’s Fair display was the American government’s first opportunity to present Filipino “progress” under American rule. (Some Filipinos participating in the fair were college students.) On the other, it added to prevailing concepts of white supremacy.

The exhibition tracks the various waves of Filipino immigration in the face of periodically virulent anti-Asian sentiment. There are photos of Filipino laborers in the agribusinesses of Hawaii and California and the fish canneries of Alaska starting in the early 20th century. The United States Navy also provided employment for Filipinos, mostly as cooks and in menial positions.

Later images show Filipino-Americans fighting in the United States military during World War II, contributing to the arts and the medical professions, and adopting roles as citizen-activists.

Perhaps most emblematic of the Filipino journey is the photo of Eleanor Mariano, also known as Connie, a career naval officer who was chief White House physician from 1994 to 2001, being promoted in 2000 to rear admiral — the highest military rank occupied by a Filipino-American at that time.

Dr. Mariano’s father was a naval steward, a job that included serving food and beverages, and the exhibition quotes her as saying, “I came to the White House by way of the kitchen.” Now, she said, “Filipino-Americans in the Navy no longer have to go through the kitchen, the back door or the garage.”

“Singgalot — The Ties that Bind: Filipinos in America, From Colonial Subjects to Citizens” is being presented through April 22 in Room 201, Charles B. Wang Center, Stony Brook University. Information: stonybrook.edu/commcms/wang; (631) 632-4400.

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/02/26/nyregion/singgalot-the-ties-that-bind-filipinos-in-america-is-at-stony-brook.html

NI MANANG KO

Our contributor, Mark Martinez, is a Speech Communications graduate of UP Baguio. On his free time he writes prose and poetry in three languages: English, Tagalog and Ilocano. He is a freelance journalist and currently dabbles in photography. Ubing ak pay lang idi pimmanaw ni manang ko Napan jay Amerika ta pinitisyunan ni apong ko Narigat kano ditoy isu nga ijay nga agbirok ti trabaho Ijay na nga ikurri tay BS Nursing na nga kurso Imbati na tay lakay na nga isu met ti bayaw ko Maysa a tricycle driver tay naasawa ni manang ko Plinano da nga mapan met ijay ni manong Pilo Ngem madi met makaala-ala Visa tapno makasaruno Adda ti anak da nga lalaki ti timmao Dimmakkel tay kaanakak nga awan ti ina na nga mangisuro Disisaisen tay ubing, tattan ket bumaro Nasursuro nan ti arak, sigarilyo, ken naduma-duma pay a bisyo Ado ti nagbaliwen manipod di nag-abroad ni manang ko Ado met ti nasurutan nan nga madi tay piman a bayaw ko Awanen tay singpet nan nga naayatan da tatang ko Sugal, bulang, arak, babae-- napirdin ni bayaw ko Nakadanon kenni manang ko tay napasamak a kanito Nasaktan nakem na ta naanakan ni manong jay kabit na nga bisyo Atay baro na ket madin nga matukkol jay sara na nga timmubo Nakunsumisyon, nagsakit-- nagbalin a de-baterya tay puso ni manang ko Anyan a rigat ti sukat ti panagadayo Agpayso nga ado ti kwarta ngem ni lakay na met ket nagloko Dakes nga anak, napaturay a sakit ti ulo Nu agbalikbayan ni manang ko, madi nga agkonswelo Ado ti namnama di nakadanon California ni manang ko Naragsak isuna idi nga umiliw jay pamilya na nga binuo Limmabas ti mano a tawen nga bimmaliw; nangindulto Napukaw tay ragsak ken namnama, nasukatan ti sakit a pudno Maminsan nga nakatungtong ko ni manang ko Dinamag ko panagbiag na jay Amerika no kasano "Ayna, ading, tagabo nak ti amerikano, Caregiver ak ijay-- tagapakan, taga-ilo!"

MAMA’S BOY

Our contributor, Mark Martinez, is a Speech Communications graduate of UP Baguio. On his free time he writes prose and poetry in three languages: English, Tagalog and Ilocano. He is a freelance journalist and currently dabbles in photography.

Last year, I spent Mother's Day with my best friend and we went to see his mom at their residence in Cavite. His mom asked me why didn't I go home to see my mom in Tarlac. I just said that I have a work schedule the following day. She told me that I should've visited and spent that special day with the woman who gave her everything to me. I never thought that that will be the last Mother's Day that I could be with my loving mother.

I really don't fancy such celebations before, but now it seems like Mother's Day is, indeed, one of the most meaningful occasions to celebrate with your first true love-- your mother.

The recent passing of my mom (January 6th) made me truly realize the philosophy behind the cliched fact that you'll only appreciate the ultimate worth of a person in your life once she's gone for good. This doesn't mean that I didn't care for my mom nor did I take her for granted while she was still within my reach. What I'm saying is that I should've spent more quality time with her on creating wonderful memories together. I should've been more vocal on telling her how much I love her. I should've been there by her side when she felt the most excruciating pain that took her life away. I should've been a better son for her, but whatever I say now, should-have-beens are just nothing but a cry filled with lessons from the past.

I'm missing her everyday, but all I can do now is to reminisce. I missed her on my 26th birthday, and I'll be missing her even more next year, then on the next until my last. Surely, Christmas will never be the same again without her at the dining table on its eve. And Mother's Day for me will no longer be celebrated, but commemorated instead. Even so, now that my mom's physical presence can no longer be a possibility at any affair, my collection of warm memories with her will always be there to clothe me on a now cold and woeful occasion like this.

I miss my mother -- the sound of her encouraging voice whenever I'm in doubt; those sweet and genuine smile  on her lovely face that brought peace to my troubled heart; the wisdom coming from the deepest recollections of her life; those priceless, joyful moments that we shared together that will never happen again! These are the things that make me very thankful that she's my mother.

I know that she gave me the best of her and that she loved me the best way she could. This inevitable fact brings me a mixed feeling of happiness and pain. I'm happy because no matter how complicated my life was and would be, I know deep in my heart that she's proud of me because for her, I'm the world's number one. Her unconditional love made me a man of strong and great character. Yet despite all, a tinge of pain remain because I never had the chance to bid goodbye to my dear mother before she left me to eternity.

This Mother's Day, chocolates will just be chocolates, flowers will just be flowers, but my precious moments with her are things of the past that are good to remember all over again. If there's one thing that I learned from my loss, that is to treasure and seize every moment possible with the people closest to your heart because no one  knows when is going to be your last time to be with them.

Be with your Mom on Mother's day. You'll never know if this is going to be the last Mother's Day that you can spend time with your first true love.

Mang, may you rest in eternal peace, and Happy Mother's Day!