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Growing up, I was very close to an elderly uncle, my mother’s eldest brother, who was a WW II veteran. He liked to regale us with stories of his exploits as a guerilla in Cebu as a 20something young man. He had quite the love story too.

On the other side of the family tree, I never got to meet my grandfather on my father’s side. What I knew of him, I heard from stories passed down from generation to another. He too was a young man during the war. He was in his early 30s when as a guerilla in Davao he was picked up by the Japanese and allegedly thrown into the sea, leaving behind a young widow with six children whose ages ranged from 10 to 3.

Stories about WW II veterans have always held a special place in my heart because of the legacy and mystery that these two men left me. That many years later I would find myself married to a man whose interest in books and movies zeroes in on WW II is perhaps serendipitous in a way.

One day about two months ago I had read a short review about a book called “Mga Gerilya sa Powell Street” by Benjamin Pimentel, published by the Ateneo de Manila University Press and I was quite struck by the premise of the story. It told of the struggles of several elderly WW II veterans who regularly met on Powell street in San Francisco — living a difficult life away from their families, and yet, in true Pinoy fashion, managed to find ways and means to bond with one another, finding comfort and humor in their brotherhood in spite of dire living conditions.

I asked H to buy me the book and because the topic interested him as well, he read it ahead of me and would not stop raving about it for weeks. After a month, while vacationing in Guam, I took the book with me on the plane and found myself riveted by the story woven by Pimentel. I was so captured by the book and fully engaged in the lives and dialogue of its colorful characters that I could not put it down! Now, having finished the book from cover to cover in two days is quite a feat for me. Over the last few years, I have been the type to read three books at a time and taking forever, or sometimes, never, to finish it. So this was a first, in many, many years! And even more challenging because it was written in Tagalog!

I was so taken by the book that the writer in me wanted to know it’s back story and my sleuthing around was rewarded by finding Benjamin Pimentel through the mother of all social networking sites - Facebook. It turns out that he was a classmate of several friends from the school across the creek from my high school on Katipunan. What a happy discovery that was for me! In a series of email exchanges, I go to know more about how the book evolved and what inspired Ben to write it. I also found out that the book had been turned into a play that had a highly successful run at the CCP last November, and that it was going to be re-staged at the AFP Theater on Monday, March 30, 2009 at 2:00 PM and at 7:00 PM.

Having enjoyed the book tremedously, this is one play (written by Rody Vera) that I surely will not miss. Secondly, because the beteranos, our forgotten heroes, have been in the news lately. Third, I found a deeper appreciation for their struggles after reading “Mga Gerilya Sa Powell Street” and lastly, because it would be a nice way of honoring and revisiting the gerilyas in my own family. Below is a short interview I did with Gerilya author, Benjamin Pimentel.

Midlife Mysteries (MM): When did you get the idea for the book? Why did you decide to write about the beteranos?

Ben Pimentel (BP) : The beteranos began arriving in America in the early 1990s, around the same time I began working for the San Francisco Chronicle. So I used to see them hanging out at the Powell Street BART station which is just a few blocks from the Chronicle building. I later wrote about them and their struggles when I was the Chronicle’s Asian American affairs beat reporter. My friend Rick Rocamora, who documented the veterans’ plight in moving photographs, and I had thought of collaborating on a non-fiction book about these men. I began interviewing some of the veterans who lived in the Tenderloin district, while Rick took photos. The project eventually fell through when my Chronicle assignment changed. But the stories of these men remained in my head, and I later wrote a short story in English based on their experiences. The story, “Waiting on Powell Street,” won the Bienvenido Santos Short Story contest here in the U.S. and that encouraged me to expand it into a novel. Initially, I tried to write it in English. But the story would not come alive in my head. It was as if the characters were rebelling, telling me, “Bakit mo kami pinag-i-Ingles e mga Pilipino kami.” So I shifted to Pilipino and it was then that the characters came alive in my imagination.

Writing Gerilya was my way of fulfilling a promise I made to myself. I had dreamed of writing a novel since I was eight years old. I had promised myself that I would write one before I reach 40. I actually failed in this. I finished Gerilya after I turned 40, but just a few months before I turned 41. So I’m still happy with that.

I entered the novel in the 2005 Palanca Contest. It lost and I later forgot about it. It would have remained forgotten in my computer hard drive had a friend not suggested that I send it to Ateneo Press which later agreed to publish it.

MM : What kind of research did you do? (The dialogue and the story seem to have come from someone who really immersed himself with the beteranos…)


BP : I interviewed veterans for stories I did for the San Francisco Chronicle. For the book project with Rick Rocamora, I did long interviews with a group of veterans who lived in a room in the Tenderloin district in San Francisco. Rick and I visited them several times so I got to know them well. The men were much like other elderly, working class Pinoy men in the Philippines — they liked to tell each other stories, teased one another and talked about their dreams and life adventures and misadventures. Mahilig mag alaskahan at mag bidahan.

MM: How often did you and see them? And what was that like for you?

BP: The group I followed in the Tenderloin led a hard life. There were about ten of them and their home was a small room that was poorly heated, extremely cramped and had molds in the ceiling. The Tenderloin is known as a rough neighborhood, but these men learned to survive there. Some of them were ill. I remember one of them had a heart condition. One benefit of living in San Francisco was they had access to health care that they probably would not be able to afford in the Philippines. They all had a good sense of humor and told funny stories about their life in America. Still, it was clear that they would rather be home in the Philippines. But they stayed in order to send money back to their families, or to find a way to bring their families to America.

MM: Can you tell me a little about why and how you moved the U.S. yourself?

BP : I came to the US as a grad student in 1990. After college, I had worked as a journalist for a small magazine edited by Pete Lacaba and Greg Brillantes. After three years, I wanted to go back to school and live overseas — to try something new. I went to the UC Berkeley Graduate School of Journalism, and my plan was to get my degree and then return to the Philippines. I had not planned on staying, but then I met my wife here, got a job as a reporter and fell in love with the San Francisco Bay Area.

MM: Are you still in touch with the beteranos on Powell street? Are they still there after the recent events ? Do you think their lives have been radically changed by these developments?

BP: I have not kept in touch with the veterans I interviewed. I have been in touch with some of their advocates, including Attorney Lourdes Tancinco whose office is located near the Powell Street Station. She is the real Attorney Anna Dizon, but unlike the character in the novel and the play, Attorney Lou is fluent in Tagalog and Kapampangan. As you know, the US government just approved a benefis package for the beteranos. It’s a victory, but a bittersweet one. They are getting a lump sum benefit, but they do not get the other benefits enjoyed by regular US military veterans. I know Attorney Lou is disappointed because the beteranos certainly deserve more. But then fighting for full benefits could mean a longer struggle and many of these men don’t have much time. It’s a tough and painful compromise.

It’s been fun and exciting to hear people’s reactions to the novel, and also to the play written by Rody Vera. I never expected Gerilya to travel so far, and I’m glad more people know more about the sacrifices of the beteranos partly because of the novel.

“Mga Gerilya sa Powell Street” is an original play adapted by Palanca Award-winning playwright Rody Vera from the novel of the same title by Benjamin Pimentel. Pimentel’s original novel won the highest citation in last year’s National Book Awards. The play is staged under the direction of Chris Millado. In the cast are veteran stage thespians Lou Veloso, Bembol Roco, Madeleine Nicolas and other talented guest performers. Please call Tanghalang Pilipino at 832-3661 or 832-1125 local 1620 or 1621 for more information.

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<strong><span style=”color:#3333ff;”><span style=”font-size:130%;”>M</span>y</span></strong> classes at the Ateneo officially ended yesterday. Saying good-bye to students, especially if it’s a small class, isn’t always easy. Thanks to Facebook, the parting becomes easier.

I know this may sound funny but I built a Facebook account ahead of my 18-year old daughter. Now considered to be the most popular social networking site in many countries, Facebook has become the largest player on the global stage. According to a March 2009 Nielsen report on “Global Faces and Networked Places - Social Networking’s Global Footprint”, social networking has been the global consumer phenomenon of 2008. The report says, “Two-thirds of the world’s internet population visit a social network or a blogging site and the sector now accounts for 10% of all internet time.”

The fact that I acquired a Facebook (FB) account earlier than any of my children is also explained in the report. Although social networking sites were initially very popular among teen-agers, Facebook has apparently changed all that. “The greatest growth for Facebook has come from people aged 35-49 years of age (+24.1 Million). Furthermore, Facebook has added almost twice as many 50-64 year olds visitors (+13.6 Million) than it has added under 18 year old visitors (+7.3 Million). That explains why, my husband who though sociable would be the last one to indulge in social networking is now an active member of the FB community as well.

Facebook has already replaced My Space as the world’s most popular social network and is now visited by three in every ten people across the globe. In the United Kingdom, it is visited by 47% of Britons online and in its country of origin, the U.S., it registers 33%. I wonder what the statistics are like for us here in the Philippines?

I once asked a mid-40s friend of mine if her son was on Facebook and she said that he wasn’t too keen on it because “It’s filled with parents!” I had to laugh at her remark because it was so true. I find that Facebook has become the playground of the 40something generation and that the 50somethings are now discovering it too. It is also a wonderful to re-connect with old friends who have disappeared, ex-boyfriends and girlfriends included.

As a parenting tool, it is a nice way to interact with your children – on a different level, in a dimension that they can fully identify with and understand. I’ve asked educator friends to create accounts of their own, not to keep tabs on their students but rather as a means of communicating with them, and well, okay, finding out their thoughts. Facebook status updates are very telling and a great way of knowing one’s current mood or state of mind. Something that parents can use to their advantage.
Over at the hallowed halls of Stanford University, the course “Facebook for Parents” was launched last month. Created by BJ Fogg, Director of the Persiasive Technology Lab at Stanford and co-editor of “The Psychology of Facebook”, the free, four-part course was immediately filled by parents eager to navigate the FB world. It is a hands-on course that aims to help parents navigate the site, create their own page, learn about threats and safety and examine the various ways that FB can teach kids life lessons and social skills. Fogg has a website www.facebookforparents.org he has an informative newsletter as well for parents of children under the age of 18 that readers can sign up and receive for free.

If you are a newbie to social networking sites and would like to know more about your child’s world – not in a manner of intruding, but rather, of getting to know him or her in a different light – I highly suggest that you set up an FB account yourself. Fogg outlines five simple steps :

Sign up for Facebook at www.facebook.com
“Friend” your kids. To “friend” someone on Facebook means connecting to them. Your kids may initially balk at this, but if you have an open and healthy relationship to begin with, “friending” them should not be a problem.
Review your kids profile pages. Go to their profile pages and review their content. Don’t stop at the “wall”. Click on the tabs for “photos” and “Info” to see more. Some of the pages can be amusing and you begin to see your child in a different light. You learn more about their interests, what they are “fans” of and how they communicate with their peers.
Review who is “friends” with your child. Click on “see all” on the Friends box to see who your children’s contacts are. Seeing who is friends with whom is typical FB behavior so don’t feel like you are snooping.
Select “More About” for your kids. Watch for items about your child in your news feed. Click on that item and select the “More About” option. This tells FB to show you more about that person in the future.

A word of warning though. On FB, the observation and connecting go both ways. On the one hand, it may be good for your child to see your more “humane” side as she or he observes first-hand how you connect with your own contacts online. Be careful though of what you say or post or you may never hear the end of it at the dinner table. Childhood secrets are often let loose on the wall or in those multitude of “notes” that crop up every now and then. The wonderful thing about FB is that for once, there is a playground where children, teeners and their mid-life parents are able to romp around in. Play fair. Happy Facebooking!

I was driving in Ortigas traffic, stuck almost in front of The Medical City (TMC) when the text message came from Rowena — “Francis M passed away at 12 noon today.” P and I looked at each other and then we looked in the direction of the hospital where I once worked.
I had just begun my stint at TMC as Corporate Communications Consultant when Francis was first admitted last year for Acute Myelogenous Leukemia. This was sometime in April 2008. It came as a big surprise because I had always known him to be the healthy, active type. I was at the same time, scared for him though because my father in-law had passed away from the same illness in 1999, only two weeks from diagnosis.
Once in a while, I would see Pia M in the hospital, always in a rush, going to and fro, possibly shuttling between Francis M and her other children. Oh but her devotion to him was truly admirable. And she carried her burden with so much grace and courage. I once had the opportunity of making small talk with her in the elevator. She looked tired and wan, but remained very pleasant and had a peaceful smile on her face.
My heart goes out to her and their eight children. It’s difficult enough to be a widow, all the more when there are many kids to look out for. I pray that God fill her with the wisdom, courage and grace to see her through the next few days, weeks, months… I know Francis was her world, her great love.. and she loved him well, to the end.
This is the third death that my husband H and I have encountered over the last couple of days. Yesterday, his classmate Monch passed away from a stroke, gone at 55. They had just been together a week before at a merienda for their classmate Don Rodis. “I remember what he wore, he was in bright red t-shirt with “Kiwanis” emblazoned on it.” H said yesterday when he told me that Monch had just died.
This morning, a provincemate of H’s, who is the uncle of a dear friend of mine from college was gone at 58 from complications arising from diabetes.
A few hours later, it was Francis M. Gone at 44. We share the same birth month and year and so when someone that close in age to you just died, you cannot help but ponder the brevity of life.
You will never know when you will go. Look at Amiel Alcantara. One moment he is walking in a parking lot, sandwich in hand, strolling with his siblings. A few minutes later, his very life is snuffed out of him, just like that.
And so we must always remember to always live well, and love well. It’s useless bearing grudges, or not being able to forgive. Let go and live each day in peace and love. Spend time with your loved ones. When you part, never part in anger. In doing so, you do not live with regret. Regret is a sad thing to have when you are on your death bed or when a loved one suddenly passes away.
My friend Sweepea said it well, “The father of Pinoy rap is now with the FATHER.” Fill the heavens with your music now Francis. Thank you for the music and your presence in our lives. You will be missed.


Meeting Echo was a nice way to begin the month.

It was a welcome respite from a busy, emotion wracked but neverthless blessed February. We were at the Discovery Suites yesterday afternoon on assignment from the paper. What can I tell you — he’s real, he’s nice, very well-grounded and such a simple and sensible young man.

P was with me, she took these pictures and she was quite impressed with him too. Very articulate, he made no qualms about his background and says he lives his life with no regrets. Turning 30 this year, three things he is very passionate about — acting, singing and surfing. The latter he indulges in everytime he has two free days off in a row - “I’m off to Baler this week-end,” he grins.

Ah Baler. I tell him that we fell in love with him in that movie and that he was so deserving of the best actor award. “You really should have gotten it,” I tell him. He grins and replies, as he acknowledges my unabashed compliment of his portrayal of the ill-fated and dashing Celso Resurreccion — “Well, there’s my trophy right there.” *sigh

These Bicolanos sure know how to flatter. I know. I married one :)

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