Jerry Esplanada, in his article for the Philippine Daily Inquirer, revisited the Ruby Tower incident of August 1968. In his report, an earthquake shook Isabela at around four in the morning of August 2, 1968. The quake rolled through an 800 kilometer stretch from Aparri in Cagayan to Samar in a matter of 33 seconds. The Daily Mirror reported that more than 140 aftershocks were felt within a 15-hour period after the major quake. Fires triggered by the tremor hit the South Harbor and Feati University. But the six-story Ruby Tower apartment-building on Doroteo Jose and Teodora Alonzo streets in Sta. Cruz, Manila, collapsed like a house of cards.
I was not yet born when it happened.
But that livid story remains vivid in my memory.
When I was a child, Papa told me stories. He was one good story-teller. He would tell me of secret caves in Makati City where Japanese soldiers used to hide. One time, I remember how we would re-tell me of a picture where a gorilla, the size of a hand, sat on my lola's shoulders. He also told me of some of his escapades (I intend not to put it into writing so as not to incriminate my Dad).
But there was this story. He was on his way home from school. He was then studying in the University of Santo Tomas taking up Electrical Engineering. He passed by Sta. Cruz, Manila to pick-up some goodies for lola. When he reached Sta. Cruz, the streets were terribly panicky -- people were rushing and howling. "Ang gulo-gulo nuon at ang ingay-ingay. Maalikabok pa!" Papa said. "Nagtutulakan ang mga tao nuon. Nuong una, hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit. Ayun pala, gumuho yung Ruby Tower," he added. I think Papa was no longer able to get the goodies he was to bring to Lola. He ended up carrying and removing stones and debris at the corner of Doroteo Jose and Alonzo in Sta. Cruz, Manila.
It “crumpled as if a giant foot had stomped on it, the Ruby Tower was a mass of twisted steel and concrete with an estimated 600 to 800 occupants still trapped inside,” the Daily Mirror reported. When rescue operations ended on Aug. 9, 1968, the official death toll stood at 268. Many of the dead were never identified. But many came to help, most of them nameless; nameless faces helping those helpless victims.
But there was one whom I know. And, I remember him today.
MALOKO IS A FILIPINO WORD WHICH MEANS TO BECOME MAD OR TO BECOME INSANE. BUT I HAVE TO PUT THIS DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT BECOMING MAD NOR AM I BECOMING INSANE. PEOPLE WHO KNOW ME WOULD PUT UP THE DEFENSE THAT I WILL NEVER BECOME ONE FOR I AM ONE. INDEED, I AM A FOOL; I AM INSANE. THAT IS, I AM A FOOL FOR CHRIST. JOIN ME IN THIS ROUTINE OF MADNESS.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Sunday, October 29, 2006
The Banquet
Dimple and I left Loyola House's mini-banquet at five past eight to catch the last-full-show of The Banquet at the Gateway in Cubao. We arrived a little bit too early -- for movie begins at 9:40 p.m. While waiting, Dimple took me out for a cup of coffee at my favorite espresso nook -- Figaro.
I started getting addicted to coffee only after College. I was, then, a rookie in the Bank of the Philippine Islands. I was into Leasing and I did not know anything about finance and accounting. I was a fresh graduate who majored in Literature and I was terribly illiterate with present and future values, ratios and debits and credits. But I remember Mike and Sammy, who were both accounting majors. The two would bring me out for breakfast at Figaro in the Cattleya Condominium just to share their thoughts and know-hows on financial analysis, ratios, etc... I enjoyed those times -- a free lecture and the tab was always on them.
It was nice to be new.
***
But The Banquet was old. It was old China. And the plot was old -- it was almost like Shakepeare's Hamlet. However, the movie, in and by itself, was compelling. The Kung-Fu fanfare plus the courtly intrigues, the multi-faceted affairs (the sensual and the political) were riveting. Zhang Ziyi's (or Ziyi Zhang) innocence, frostiness, manipulative-ness were beguiling. She was Empress Wan, "a young and beautiful woman whose skill with a sword is legendary in the nation. Wan is locked in a hollow marriage to the Emperor but harbours a devastating secret love for the introverted and melancholic Prince Wu Luan (played by Chinese idol Daniel Wu). Once her childhood sweetheart, Wu Luan is now her stepson. When the Emperor dies suddenly, his conniving younger brother Li (Ge You) assumes the throne. The savvy Wan immediately sees through Li’s murderous ambition and knows that Wu Luan’s days are numbered. In a calculated bid to save her love and maintain her own position, she concedes to marry Li, who has surreptitiously dispatched guards to assassinate his nephew."
The Banquet is about the sumptuous of desires – power, sex, love. These are the very things that propels the characters "deeper and deeper into labyrinths of their own making. It grabs hold of us and we hurtle headlong through opulent conspiracies, flashing swords and bodies swirling in brilliantly choreographed combat and hidden embraces."
This is one banquet I would not forget.
I started getting addicted to coffee only after College. I was, then, a rookie in the Bank of the Philippine Islands. I was into Leasing and I did not know anything about finance and accounting. I was a fresh graduate who majored in Literature and I was terribly illiterate with present and future values, ratios and debits and credits. But I remember Mike and Sammy, who were both accounting majors. The two would bring me out for breakfast at Figaro in the Cattleya Condominium just to share their thoughts and know-hows on financial analysis, ratios, etc... I enjoyed those times -- a free lecture and the tab was always on them.
It was nice to be new.
***
But The Banquet was old. It was old China. And the plot was old -- it was almost like Shakepeare's Hamlet. However, the movie, in and by itself, was compelling. The Kung-Fu fanfare plus the courtly intrigues, the multi-faceted affairs (the sensual and the political) were riveting. Zhang Ziyi's (or Ziyi Zhang) innocence, frostiness, manipulative-ness were beguiling. She was Empress Wan, "a young and beautiful woman whose skill with a sword is legendary in the nation. Wan is locked in a hollow marriage to the Emperor but harbours a devastating secret love for the introverted and melancholic Prince Wu Luan (played by Chinese idol Daniel Wu). Once her childhood sweetheart, Wu Luan is now her stepson. When the Emperor dies suddenly, his conniving younger brother Li (Ge You) assumes the throne. The savvy Wan immediately sees through Li’s murderous ambition and knows that Wu Luan’s days are numbered. In a calculated bid to save her love and maintain her own position, she concedes to marry Li, who has surreptitiously dispatched guards to assassinate his nephew."
The Banquet is about the sumptuous of desires – power, sex, love. These are the very things that propels the characters "deeper and deeper into labyrinths of their own making. It grabs hold of us and we hurtle headlong through opulent conspiracies, flashing swords and bodies swirling in brilliantly choreographed combat and hidden embraces."
This is one banquet I would not forget.
Thursday, October 26, 2006
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