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ewankobamare: Memoirs of the Aquino Campaign and Inauguration

2010-08-01T20:30:00.000-07:00

ewankobamare: Memoirs of the Aquino Campaign and Inauguration

From Within: An Insider's View of the Noy-Mar Campaign after the Inaugural

2010-07-27T21:17:00.000-07:00

As we grew closer to election day May 10, 2010 the campaign became feverish. It was tainted with malicious texts messages taunting NoyNoy and even my boss Maria V. Montelibano. We addressed these issues about Noy's psychiatric health, drug abuse, affinity for guns, and their favorite issue of the Hacienda Luisita.

Back to January 2010. I want to clear the air about MARIA AND MAR. From the very beginning Maria never asked me who was my candidate for VP? It was understood that if you volunteer for Noy, you were for Mar.I am not going to be an apologist for Maria, but I will tell the truth as I saw it from inside the headquarters of the People's Campaign in Parc House. Let me start off by saying that when I told Maria I was for Mar, she didn't say anything, nor did she make me feel I was on the wrong side. Alvin Gonda made most of the campaign designs from letterheads, logos, posters, tumblers, to souvenir pins, T-shirts, and other paraphernalia. I even received letters, poems, songs and jingles from volunteers for the Noy-Mar tandem. I personally even made sure that Alvin, our graphic designer , would highlight the name "Roxas" so that it would be clearly seen against the yellow stickers. All these I can prove and attest to because I have evidence and all the volunteers know this for a fact.

Our official slogan was NOYMAR. That was what Noynoy wanted and we all followed, including Maria.
There was no Binay amongst us. The Yellow Volunteers, the Senate staff of Noynoy, the Noynoy for President Movement (NAPM) and the Yellow Force and the Liberal Party co-existed harmoniously, under one roof, dancing to the same tune.

Tita Cory's original camera crew from Radio TV Malacanang were covering all the sorties of NoyMar. I would watch all the raw footages being played day in and day out in all the televisions scattered all over the headquarters, and all I saw was Noy-Mar.

Shortly after that much talked-about debate with Loren Legarda, wherein Mar's lead became more pronounced, I saw Mar go to Parc House every morning between 8-9am for a week to preside over strategic meetings with Dinky Soliman at his side. One morning I spoke to him in the privacy of the men's room and urged him to help Noy because his ratings were sliding, and he replied "aakalain mo ba nung grade school na aabot tayo sa ganitong situwasyon?, kaya nga ako nandirito araw araw kasi tinutulungan ko si Noy."

I cannot forget that morning with Mar.Well that was between me and Mr. Roxas.I considered him as an old friend, and I voted for him. That is why I was so hurt when I was being accused of betraying Mar after the elections. First it was directed at Maria, then at me.

Back to Maria, first of all Maria had all the right to vote for anyone she wanted to because she was not a member of the Liberal Party. She teased me one day about wearing the navy blue Liberal Party shirt which I bought (yup, I bought all those darn campaign t-shirts and about 14 watches to give away, and I don't even have one to keep for myself).I didn't realize it represented more to others than my simple affinity for all things blue, for Ateneo. When we prepared for rallies at the Quezon Memorial, Plaza Miranda, Araneta Coliseum, Benigno Aquino stadium and the biggest street rally of them all, The one we called "Araw na Dilaw" on May 2, 2010 at the White Plains Avenue. Maria was in her command post as usual, with her technical staff. It was all planned by Noy's batchmates, with Maria for Noynoy and Mar. Not Noynoy only nor Mar only, but for Noy-Mar. They were a tandem, a dream team for most of us who foresaw that Noy will not be able to effect all his reforms in six years. We saw it in Mar to support Noy and continue our shared advocacies to end corruption and poverty after 2016.

Post Elections

The election outcome between Mar and Binay was a shock. I was with a friend who owned a call center and was monitoring the returns with my daughter through the night. What was more shocking was the finger pointing that ensued after. I was accustomed to the daily malicious text messages directed at Noy, but not at me. I was just a mere speck in this whole zarzuela. We all gathered together at headquarters and we exchanged thoughts and gave our own assessments. Nobody could figure out what happened to Mar. But we kept our spirits up and hoped for the best until the Joint House proclamations.

Sooner than I could think, it was all over. Now, I was tasked to man and dismantle the headquarters which I helped set-up. I had to sift through files of paper, and delete everything in the computers. Remove all the posters. Return the copiers, tables, chairs, air-conditioners, to our administrative officer who was doing all the inventory. I recalled the laptops we lent to some volunteers. The editing team, and the media team were moved to the headquarters of the Pinoy Lawyers in Samar St., behind GMA7.

I was literally alone with one security guard and a couple of volunteers. The building which was once humming and bustling with activity was dead as a winter night. The activity had moved to Samar mansion.
The mansion owned by Mr. Acuzar of the New San Jose Builders, had a huge marble kitchen. The bountiful meals were prepared by a hard-working staff. There was a swimming pool and a view of the MRT.

Meanwhile, the Yellow ladies headed by Margie Juico were still holding a small office at Parc House and they invited me to join them to Mar's birthday party on May 13, 2010. Mind you this was after the election and the Balay Ni Mar headquarters within the Araneta compound was expectedly somber. It was filled to capacity with all kinds of supporters, but we were all there to greet Mar on his 53rd birthday. I shook his hands but his eyes were tired. It was a sad day for me as well. That day, the yellow and the blue was a stark contrast.

The Inauguration

I was part of the Inaugural Team. They say that it would be the hardest part, "the socials" and the logistical nightmare involved. The cameras of the media was constantly at our back and I enjoyed being elusive without hampering my work. I told my assistants never to look nor wave at the cameras. I never gave interviews from prying media people who hounded me for the list of the invitees or the layout of the VIP seating arrangements. I just pointed them to the PSG. We had the Presidential Security Guards, the Department of Foreign Affairs/Protocol, the Senate, the National Historical Commission, the DPWH, and the PNP, There were about 1,700 media outfits wanting, not vying for accreditation. Through all of these meetings in the Samar Mansion to the Quirino Grandstand, Maria and Jing Magsaysay patiently answered the same questions over and over again. Some were inane, idiotic and irritating, I would have just walked out on them. In retrospect, I believe running away from media is the prerogative of someone like me, who is not in public office. And yet, I was hounded by phone calls and interviews by mere association to Maria.

In one meeting, Maria introduced her son Joey, "So that you may all know, this is the infamous "Joey" who campaigned for Binay." I approached him and told him that I had gone to their old house in Valle Verde when they were still living there.Then we did the math and figured that he was just a toddler then. One evening, I was holed in one of the VIP rooms under the Quirino grandstand with Boy Montelibano, Sonny Coloma and another Ateneo volunteer friend Ward Luarca. I cajoled Boy to tell me his side of the story about Binay. Boy never hid the fact that he was for Binay. Most of us had to learn to accept Binay by this time. We had to deal with his emissaries. Three days before the inaugurals, we needed to know certain things like who did the Vice President want to hold the Bible. Joey Montelibano called the Binay Camp and after a few minutes, we were told the VP-elect wanted his wife, Dra. Binay.

Back to Boy's story, I asked him if he expected Binay would win because I certainly have not met anyone who predicted that outcome. I spent countless days and nights grappling with this missing part of a puzzle that continued to hound me. Boy took a moment and uttered, "No one...I think only Binay predicted that outcome."

ewankobamare: The Noy-Mar Campaign

2010-04-04T04:54:00.000-07:00

ewankobamare: The Noy-Mar Campaign

2010-04-04T04:27:00.000-07:00

ewankobamare: The Noy-Mar Campaign

The Noy-Mar Campaign

2010-04-02T18:39:00.000-07:00

Since October 2009, I have been volunteering and gearing for the May 10, 2010 automated elections. When Mar decided to give in to the "clamor of the majority", he invited us to Balay ni Mar at the Araneta complex and announced that we should now support Noynoy Aquino. And so I did.

Around January the Lilles family offered their building at 227 Edsa Ave., PARC HOUSE as headquarters of the Liberal Party. PARC HOUSE was built in 1980 by Architect Remigio "Memeng" Lilles. The Aquinos and the Lilles families go way back. Architect Lilles built the Aquino house in Times Street. Cindy the eldest child was my batchmate and part of the first batch of women when Ateneo decided to go co-ed in 1973-74. Robert, the eldest son is Mar's batchmate, while the younger Tony and my brother Chito Cruz and sister-in-law Vivian Nepomuceno were Noynoy's batchmates at the Ateneo.Tita Lita Lilles is still very active in the family business and the campaign.

On my daughter's 13th birthday Jan. 16, 2010, I got an email saying that Maria V. Montelibano has accepted the position as head of the communications dept. now referred to as the media bureau. Since I've worked with Maria during the Aquino administration from 1986-1991, ( I was based at the New York Consulate General as Marketing Director of the Department of Tourism), I rushed to the Parc House and volunteered.

On Jan 18, we started in a small room at the second floor of Parc House with nothing but our cellphones.
Then the equipments came in like manna from heaven, LCD TV's, computers, fax machines,copiers, laptops,digital video cameras for the sorties, then we set up a fully equipped editing room under the helm of Abe Cordero where we could broadcast live to the noynoy.ph website and provide video contents to other TV and radio networks. We produced DVDs of Noynoy and Mar's campaign ads, jingles, and videos of their various sorties and sent them to all our supporters around the Philippines. These DVDs were then replicated at their own expense and it spread like wildfire.

We have a media bureau composed of various writers, and a monitoring room for radio, TV, and print, including tabloids headed by Atty. Abigail Valte..They monitored all news and issues that mentioned Noynoy and Mar 24/7. A group called New Media, headed by Enteng Romano would email blast to all concerned. Issues were either addressed or marked for promotion by a Joint Issues Group..

Tita "M" as Maria Vargas Montelibano is often dearly referred to by most volunteers, told me that my position would be "taong bahay". I was tasked to make sure everyone who enters our office is attended to and enlisted if they want to be a volunteer. We were fortunate to have supporters like Ward Luarca, Men Sta. Ana, Enteng Villarama, Chris Tio, Alma Tuason, Jerry Esquivel, Gene Manalastas and Leo Mangubat. We held meetings with Noynoy's batchmates like Atty. Galand who acted as legal adviser and "hawi-boys" during sorties. Some are writers, pundits, and even goffers serving coffee and water. We brought our own food and shared it with everyone.

Tita Cory's original cameramen were also back in full force. Tita M held countless meetings with media, as well as new media for email and text blasts to supporters and fans of Noy and Mar. We regularly held mass and prayed the rosary. I was even fortunate to have been blessed by the famous healing priest Fr. Suarez. We held photo exhibits at the SM Malls for tita Cory, of never been seen photos (with Mother Teresa, Jimmy Carter, Pope Paul), memorabilia, private notes through the courtesy of the Aquino family, and friends like Dr. Alex Ayco and Margie Juico.

On Feb. 25, the anniversary of the first people power, we held an event in Araneta Coliseum for 80,000 supporters, provided food, t-shirts and water through the initiative and prayers of Jan Co Chua and Merlee Jimenez and countless unknown donors who did not even want to be acknowledged. We do sorties and fun-runs (marathons) while giving out yellow wrist ballers and stickers to bystanders all over Luzon, Visayas and Mindanao.

On March 31, 2010 Gibo resigned as chairman of Lakas Kampi CMD, so did Dominguez and my dear friend and New York roommate Francis Manglapus. Now, we are faced with the daunting Villar-Gloria money and machinery as more and more Lakas Kampi members continue to defect to the Nacionalista Party because they are afraid of an Aquino-Roxas dispensation.

But we are not afraid nor intimidated. The Filipino people, especially the 91% of the voting populace will no longer tolerate and endure their lust for power and corruption. "kung walang corruption, walang mahirap" "Without corruption, there would be no poverty". We will let them pay for their errant, desperate and shameless attempts to circumvent the Philippine Constitution. If there are defections to the Nacionalista Party, there will be new alliances forged with the Liberal party too.

Incidentally, Atty. Loida Nicolas Lewis, the low-key Filipina tycoon and probably the richest Filipino living in the United States, chairman and CEO of TLC Beatrice International Holdings Inc., a $2 billion corporation of 64 companies based in 31 countries, along with other Fil-Am volunteers had successfully brought our "no elections" concerns to the attention of the Obama government and they are sending a team to monitor the May 10 elections.

The whole world will be watching. So those corrupt government officials and unscrupulous politicians who have houses in California, town houses in New York, and even horse farms in Virginia should really think twice.

We will continue to fight. Tuloy ang laban!

ewankoba: JDV - Bereft of Shame

2010-03-29T16:32:00.000-07:00

ewankoba: JDV - Bereft of Shame

JDV - Bereft of Shame

2006-12-13T23:24:00.000-08:00

This was Renato Constantino Jr.'s words to House Speaker Joe de Venecia, during the water-throwing-incident of Inquirer's Vic Agustin. What a lively, colorful, passionate country this is. Look at our congressmen's sheer arrogance, in their self-serving and clandestine attempt to brazenly debase the constitution like thieves stealing in the still of the night.I saw these shenanigans on TV, at night, when no one is looking, showed them on TV saying "shut up!, its our call.

Grateful expressions should be in order, to the opposition. Those fearless young turks, Escudero, Cayetano, Guingona, Villanueva, Remulla, including Golez, not so young, but he's my man, who so bravely stood up against those fat, bloated, hulking brutes, we mistakenly refer to as our public servants. Kudos too to Ricky Carandang of ABS-CBN, who stood as our vanguard till the wee hours of the morning, and kept those con-ass peddlers in the limelight of ANC.

Araullo,Pitchay, Nograles, Villafuerte and cohorts are disgusting in their blatant disregard of the constitution. You better hide under your Mama's skirt, or GMA's skirt, or Tabako's pants. The gall to even challenge their own constituents, "if you don't like what we're doing, then don't vote for us." They thought they could extend their tenure before the May polls. Now eat your words...because you are not invited to the rally on Sunday, and we will make sure your Christmas will be bleak. You might as well join Joc Joc.

Confessions of an Asthmatic

2006-12-03T23:47:00.000-08:00

A lot of people cannot imagine what its like to have asthma. I'm writing this so that they may understand. If you have an asthmatic child, spouse, or friend, please read this.

When I get bad attacks of asthma, I’m confined to my air-conditioned room (only when I'm in Manila). It's a time I feel so deprived of strength and vigor. I can't even lie down in a reclining position because i can't breathe. At times just going to the bathroom leaves me gasping for breath.

I always have my inhaler wherever I go. Up to now, I’m still embarrassed and self-conscious whenever I take a puff, so I do it in private. What's amazing though is the moment I board a plane my asthma disappears. The quality of air in Manila must be that bad. In fact, I didn't even get it four years ago in Fresno, California, the most polluted place in America.

Although asthma is my cross to bear, it was the reason I won a silver medal in swimming. My fear of breathing gave me a psychological edge. I swam the 25-meter race in record time.

My advantage in water, also keeps me grounded. I have to rely on my siblings, nurse, maid or my partner, during my attacks. I have to be confined in an air-conditioned room and cared for. Asthma makes me realize how vulnerable I am, it gives me a sense of mortality. When I'm sick, gasping for air, I pray to the Lord, and it makes me realize how important health is, above all.

Unlike other asthmatics, I seem to thrive better in very cold weather.

I would never wish asthma on anyone. Thank God my only child, did not get it. Whenever I would be in the Emergency Room, gasping for air, I pity the children who cannot even articulate how they feel. Although, there are people , like my brother, who acquired it when he was a teenager already. Most asthma medications give me palpitations or headaches. It’s very hard to explain this illness to someone who doesn’t have it.

One day I would be playing tennis or swimming, and the next day I can’t even cross the street. Exercise is the best way to ward off asthma. Asthmatics should find a partner who is familiar with the symptoms and treatment of it. During my bad attacks, I know I can be quite a pain in the butt.

There are new drugs in the market, but the prices, even in the States are very prohibitive. One wonder drug I discovered, called Advair cost $100 and that will only last two weeks. That is for my maintenance. There are two types of asthma medications: Reliever and Controller medications. Controllers are steroids inhalers that work by making the airways less sensitive to triggers. These have to be taken regularly to be effective. Relievers are medications to treat acute episodes of wheezing. Inhaled medications such as salbutamol (Ventolin) are used to relax the airway muscles and relieve wheezing. especially in cases of an acute asthma attack. Allergy testing is recommended to improve treatment, but its a bitch. It's a painful and arduous process with needles. Some people die after finding out they're allergic to chocolates.

During my most recent attack, I discovered a new trick from my sister, who is also asthmatic. She taught me how to use the nebulizer and steroids. She gave me some ventolin and budecort solution for nebulizing. She told me to mix it, 1:1 ratio. I used this single dose mixture for my nebulizer every three hours. This was supplemented by five ten-milligram tablets of prednisone, (about four pesos each). The next day, I tapered it to four ten milligrams, then three, then two. The results were amazing. I felt immediate relief. My tightly pressed chest felt so much better. It loosened my phlegm, like burping from too much gas. It also allowed me to finally lie down and sleep.

Most people with asthma do very well when treated with appropriate medications, however, attacks of wheezing can be life threatening if not treated properly. When I have a bad attack, I can’t talk and I’m hunched over because I can't breathe. I have a gadget called a peak flow meter that measures breathing power. I blow into it, and it measures the air I exhale. I do this three times. If the number goes up, it means the wheezing is decreasing and my asthma is improving.
As much as possible, I only eat fish and vegetables. I find staying up late lowers my resistance. My asthma is triggered by dust, smoke, pollutants and heat. Unfortunately, I’m often forced to take the public transportation in Manila. In temperate countries, I'm okay, but in Manila, its a bitch. Even short walks around Makati’s Business district, tires me, but in cold places like New York, I could walk for miles.

By the way, my confession? Low impact sex is possible and great, with the right partner. Just make sure you have a nebulizer handy.

Text Messaging Pinoy Style

2006-12-03T23:45:00.000-08:00

The Philippines is the text messaging capital of the world. Nokia is synonymous to lumpia and adobo.

I once overheard two security bag checkers in Landmark casually comparing pixels, for heaven’s sake. Filipinos are way ahead of other cell phone users in the world. The cigarette vendor will easily pass for tech support in the States.

Any phone from abroad can be “open-lined” by our Pinoy “techies.” Cell phones (or handsets, as they call it abroad), chargers are literally available in the middle of the streets

During the last typhoon, weather advisories from well-meaning friends inundated me, on the intensity of typhoon Reming. I was so scared that on bended knees, I prayed to God that I will reform my evil ways. It was a good thing I did not forward it to other friends. Otherwise, the church would have been overflowing. Which is a good thing.

One day, I received a text message saying my sim card was picked in their Nov.5 raffle, “You just won 650,000 pesos- from the Millionaires Club, call me this is SEC. EDGARDO LAGUESMA. I replied, “thank you, can you donate that to my favorite charity, the Asthma Foundation, this is General Polvoron.

Why do Filipinos say, “punta na me,” or “here na me.” “Punta na ko” would be just as short, same number of letters.

The first time I received “gud am” in the morning, I thought my friend was cursing me.

My brother hates “k,” he says, “it only takes another touch of the letter “o” and it would be more polite. I personally think it comes across as dismissive and curt. My friends say, “you’ll get used to it.” I learned later that it meant finito, end of talk, bye
Now I know what an American friend of mine who teaches English in call centers meant. She said Filipinos speak a certain type of English that only they understand. Remember the elevator joke, “bababa ba?”. It sounds like “rap” to foreigners.

Do you know that you can pay for food at those stations, referred to as “jollijeeps,” by simply texting? Go to C. Palanca St.,in Legazpi Village, Makati and look for the one near the Cebu Pacific office.

Believe it or not, by simply texting, I even heard of someone who transacts drugs from someone in jail. Apparently, the drug is delivered by a relative upon receiving instructions by text. That’s really “high” tech.

One day, I got hold of Erap’s number, so he being a close friend of my father, and being a former President, I felt a text would be out of line.
I decided to call him. Lo and behold, he actually answered his cellphone, at around ten in the morning, from Tanay. (I supposed that’s where he is, or should be) I was so surprised to actually hear his voice after seven years, so I vaguely and awkwardly introduced myself. In his deep subdued morning-after-voice he just matter-of-factly replied, “hijo, I’ve been in jail for the last five years, I have no money.” I was speechless, I just murmured something vague and we both hung up. Anyway, that number is “no longer attended to” and the last time I tried, it said “call failed.” Oh well, I just wanted to pay my respects since he stood as my godfather when I got married. Poor guy must get a lot of solicitations.

Incidentally, the foreign press once referred to the text brigade as the culprit technology that ousted Erap.

Public transportation in Metro Manila

2006-11-17T03:54:00.000-08:00

It's a hassle, even if you can afford a cab, it's dirty, and even if its air-conditioned, you'll find yourself gasping for air. I'm asthmatic and its my biggest problem in Manila. Now 90 percent of cabs are running on LPG, about 500 pesos more profitable per day according to some drivers, although some commuters tell me that there are leaking fumes or the smell of it, emanating from the trunk. Thank God,I have not experienced that yet... albeit a prelude to the gas chamber.
Take the bus and you take the risk of snatchers, you'll be afraid to even use your cellphone. However, its still the cheapest and most comfortable way to go sometimes. Jeepneys expose me to too much fumes. When riding them, stay away from the driver because you'll end up as the conductor, "bayad po"(here's my fare), and if there's change, "sukli po", (here's your change".
When you get off the bus, assuming they even make a complete stop, you have to be a triathlon athlete to go up the high and steep stairways just to cross the street, or transfer to take the MRT.
Don't worry about the carbon monoxide, its abundant and free for all of us to inhale, like it or not.

The first insider trading scandal

2006-11-16T17:04:00.000-08:00

The first insider trading scandal was allegedly orchestrated by Citibank's highest ranking Filipino, who was Harvard educated ...iba talaga ang pinoy. The money allegedly was from one of the Philippines' most distinguished lawyers. The amount involved I believe was less than $100,000.

I used to see this Filipino lording over all the Filipinos studying and working in Manhattan,in another Filipino's 7th floor pad in the upper east side of manhattan,near Mayor Koch's official residence. This brilliant Filipino was recruited by American Express to set up their International Banking. He and his wife separated and married a former beauty queen. This was in 1978 or 1979 in New York City.

mar & dinggoy roxas

2006-11-16T16:52:00.000-08:00

Sen. Mar Roxas had a younger brother who was being groomed, and was already in politics when he passed away at a very young age. I remember seeing him once at the United Nations in New York City, with his mother Judy Araneta Roxas He looked so cool, in slashed-in-the-knees faded jeans, and a blue blazer.

Mar went to Wharton, at the same time that Bonget Marcos and Le Antonio (now Lagdameo) were also there. I rememeber seeing Mar in the streets of Manhattan.He worked for Bankers Trust, maybe with a little help from Lin Ilusorio and Joanne de Asis (now Benitez), and perhaps, maybeee....the Araneta fortune. Well after all, Mar was from the Honors class of Ateneo and Wharton.

When Dinggoy passed away, Mar reluctantly had to step into his shoes.

Imelda's New York trial

2006-11-16T06:57:00.000-08:00

Imelda was always on time...after a while, the marshalls and even the courthouse maintenance people were eating out of her hands...one even gave her flowers. I think she fainted three times, I even followed her to the hospital once with the Inquirer correspondent, my cousin Cristina Luz. Imelda had very long black, thick hair, when I saw her in the hospital. One day i bumped into her co-defendant, Adnan Kashoggi in the men's room. and imitating the Blacks who recognize him in the subway, I said, "Yo, can I borrow a million bucks?" He just smiled. After every trial, arms dealer billionnaire Adnan Kashoggi would take the subway to the Waldorf-Astoria. In stark contrast, Imelda would arrive in a limousine and they would enjoy an afternoon tea.

Bonget Marcos hated their first lawyer, Spence. His loud western court antics rubbed off negatively, especially with the black-suited-white shirt clad New York lawyers. I think the judge didn't like him too. Later on the Marcoses would be represented by Kashoggi's lawyer.

When Rolly Gapud testified, half the jury was asleep, or falling asleep, or sadly just couldn't comprehend the international scope and magnitude of the Marcos financial picture being presented to them. I think this case was Guiliani's claim to fame as New York's District Attorney, well before his competent handling of the 9/11.

I recall Greggy Araneta in tears, when Imelda was acquitted on her birthday. Bonget fell in love with Lisa Araneta during the trial.

Jessica Hagedorn's best-selling novel "Dog-eaters" was released, and the New York Post had a daily front page picture of Imelda's "shoe- for- the-day".

more later....

Ninoy's Arrival at the airport

2006-11-16T06:40:00.000-08:00

I was at the airport when Ninoy was shot. His supporters at the arrival area, I believe about 100, carried Butz Aquino on their shoulders, I think partly thinking he was Ninoy. There were two Avsecom vans with scramblers, so all our portable radios were garbled. We owned a transportation company at the Manila Internantional Airport, a monopoly then, simply because my dad thought of it first and none of the cronies were interested . . . yet. I had access to most restricted areas, even inside the plane if needed. I remember Doy Laurel rallying their 100 or so supporters, jumping and stomping his feet, unfortunately on top of one our parked service cars.

hello hello

2006-11-16T05:20:00.000-08:00

welcome my friends, i shall share my experiences in government & private life to give you guys a view of what its like to be up and to be down...bilog talaga ang mundo..."ewankobamare" is self explanatory in tagalog, the preference for the female gender, "mare" is because ... I simply enjoy talking to women more than men in general...I also can't think of any other name that's still available and cool...