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BY LOURD DE VEYRA
BY ELLEN ADARNA
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ISSN 2243-8459
BY CRISTINA PANTOJA-HIDALGO
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PHILIPPINES
BY ELY BUENDIA
BY LAV DIAZ
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Esquire, everywhere.
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CONTENTS
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MAHB: BOOKS
SASHA MARTINEZ goes
through 55 works mentioned in David Shieldss
How Literature Saved My
Life, and nds she never
liked a book she disagreed
with so much.
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MAHB: EAT
LIKE A MAN
MARK HIX divulges
two different ways to
cook shellsh.
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MAHB: DRINKING
DAVID WONDRICH gives
you an update on modernizing Japanese whiskey
culture.
60
GROOMING
They say your eyes are the
windows to your soul. If
your eyes have it all, they
deserve the best pampering.
130
THE RIVER
A run through the
thoughts of a woman
haunted by the memory
of her dead father, and
the tension it brings to
the uncertainties with
her current love.
Fiction by REINE ARCACHE MELVIN.
Art by NIKKI LUNA.
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NOTES & ESSAYS
A special edition featuring
LOURD DE VEYRA on God,
LAV DIAZ on painplus a
song by ELY BUENDIA
on love.
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COVER STORY
SARGE LACUESTA is dying
to know who the real Ellen
Adarna isaway from the
projected throne of her stardom built on the Internet,
which all began with a
Friendster prole.
Photographs by
JAKE VERZOSA.
90
THE PROPHET
Dr. Eben Alexander becomes brain dead for a week,
and then returns with stories of heaven. LUKE DITTRICH investigates a past
that his cult following may
not know: the mans troubled history and possible
need for reinvention.
108
GUN NOISES,
MADE WITH
MOUTH
PAOLO ENRICO MELENDEZ grew up with
his grandfather in Fort
Bonifacio in the 80s and
90s, and recalls memories of guilt, resilience
and death. Photographs
by TIM SERRANO
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EDITORS NOTE
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ESQUIRE
CONTRIBUTORS
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MAN AT HIS BEST
We waited a long time for
the Grammy-award winning French band Phoenix to hit Manila. And
they did not disappoint.
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ESQ&A
Quezon City mayor
Herbert Bautista talks to
ERWIN ROMULO about
getting advice from Binay, the rst time he met
president Aquino, and
why he thinks hes ready
to settle down.
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MAHB: MUSIC
BONES FRANKENSTEIN, frontman of the
band Mr. Bones & The
Boneyard Circus, shares
a list of songs that continue to haunt him, and
the memories they
conjure.
118
PUTI
Inspired by Mike de
Leons Itim, a fashion
story starring indie actor
Alex Medina showcasing
a contemporary style
essential: the white shirt.
Photographs by MAAN
PALMIERY.
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FINAL DEGUSTATION
If you could choose the last
meal you would eat in this
life, what would you have?
We asked six people for
their hypothetical nal
feasts. Photographs by
PAUL DEL ROSARIO.
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WHAT IVE LEARNED
Commissioner of the Bureau of Internal Revenue,
Kim Henares, sits down
with KARA ORTIGA and
says that its not like shes
out to be mean, shes just
doing her job.
144
THIS WAY OUT
Previously on Esquire
November 1970.
By LUIS KATIGBAK
45
STYLE
Theres a time for everything, and every kind of
timepiece to go with
that. Photographs by
MAAN PALMIERY.
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BEFORE WE BEGIN
APRIL 2014
INFERNAL
DESIRE
MACHINE
A NOTE FROM ERWIN ROMULO
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things too big for me to grasp, which despite all my efforts to understand I knew
would always remain a mystery. Although I havent given up trying to understand, I have come to revel in the
knowledge that no matter the conclusions I arrive at they will remain incomplete. Im all right with that. I celebrate
it.
As we observe Holy Week and bring
Lent to a close this month, we thought it
would only be appropriate to tackle subjects that have had a profound effect on
the course of our lives. To name but a
few of the authorities we gathered: we
asked Manuel L. Quezon III, the Presidents chief speechwriter, to muse about
power; Lav Diaz, perhaps our most revered lmmaker in the world today and
director of epics like Batang West Side
and NorteHangganan ng Kasaysayan,
to pen a parable about pain; and Lourd
de Veyra, the countrys most conscientious social critic, to issue an open letter
to God. We also asked Michiko Yamamoto, acclaimed screenwriter of Magnico and On The Job, for a scene from
an as-yet-to-be-produced movie, and
Ely Buendia, our most beloved songwriter, to compose a love song especially for the issue. Edited by Esquire editorat-large Sarge Lacuesta, these offerings
make compelling reading for the season,
whether or not you count yourself as a
believer, agnostic, atheist, or any of the
more precise distinctions that have been
used throughout history. This is the gospel according to Esquireand we are
sure you will nd much in here that will
complement your Bible readings, marathon TV viewings or beachside cocktails
this Good Friday.
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BEFORE WE BEGIN
APRIL 2014
EDITOR IN CHIEF
Erwin Romulo
ASSOCIATE EDITOR
Luis Katigbak
M A NAGING EDITOR
Jonty Cruz
SENIOR FEATUR ES EDITOR
Jerome Gomez
FEATURES EDITOR
Audrey N. Carpio
EDITOR IA L ASSISTA NT
Kara Ortiga
ART
ART DIRECTOR
Ces Olondriz
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Raymond Gutierrez
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EDITORS AT LARGE
FEATURES
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FA SH ION
Liz Uy
WRITERS AT LARGE
Patricia Evangelista, Gang Badoy, Lourd de Veyra, Oliver X.A. Reyes, Philbert Dy, Yvette Tan
F O O D A N D D R I N K S Erwan Heussaff
B U S I N E S S Roel Landingin
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W R I T E R S Mark Hix, Stacey Woods, Luke Dittrich, David Wondrich, Paolo Enrico Melendez, A.R. Samson, Lav
Diaz, Michiko Yamamoto, Cristina Pantoja-Hidalgo, Ely Buendia, Manuel L. Quezon III, Joel Tabora, S.J., Reine
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CONTRIBUTORS
APRIL 2014
1 LAV DIAZ is the director of Norte, Hangganan ng Kasaysayan, which was considered one of the best lms of 2013 by the
British Film Institutes Sight and Sound.
Apart from creating epic visual narratives, Lav is also an accomplished writer,
having won Palanca prizes for his literary pieces. He shares an original story in
this months Notes & Essays.
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4 MANUEL L. QUEZON III is the chief speechwriter of President Aquino and is editorin-chief of the Ofcial Gazette (www.
gov.ph). He continues to blog and write
for publications from time to time to
keep from getting rusty.
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CRISTINA PANTOJA HIDALGO is an awardwinning ctionist, critic, and pioneering writer of creative nonction. She
is currently Professor Emeritus of
English & Comparative Literature at
the University of the Philippines Diliman, and Director of the University of
Santo Tomas (UST) Center for Creative Writing and Literary Studies.
6 NIKKI LUNA is a celebrated artist living in Manila. Her works often delve
into themes of the female in transit. She
attained a Masters Degree in Women
and Development Studies from the
University of the Philippines, and attended the Cooper Union Art Residency
in New York in 2008. She is founder of
startARTproject, a non-prot organization aimed at making art accessible
to women and youth victims of armed
conict and human rights violations.
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PROMOTION
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BY INVITATION LY
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1 Mr. Joseph Tan, General Manager, and Mr. Andrew So,
President with Royal Guards
2 Barbo Martinez, designer of the Lee Cooper booth,
was among the crowd
3 British history was captured in the festival, down to
the costumes.
4 The Lee Cooper Mall Tour set-up at SM Aura
5 Passersby took the opportunity to get their photos
snapped in the telephone booth.
6 The British flag was emblazoned on clothes in the
fashion show.
7 H.E. Asif Anwar Ahmad, British Ambassador to the
Philippines with Royal Guards
8 Mr. Joseph Tan, General Manager, Mr. Bernie Reyes,
Brand Manager, and Ms. Vivian Caparas, Marketing
Manager with Ambassador Ahmad
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TONIGHT
EVERYTHING IS OVER
We were a throng of sweaty bodies clinging to Phoenix frontman Thomas Mars as he made
his way through the crowd. Screeching fans shoved their cell phones a few inches away from
his face when he towed through the mob to say hello to the people in the back row. Everyone
expected that the French band would put on a good show; that the eclectic, addictive mix
of rock and dance-pop would reverberate and create a moment of heightened energy. It
did. But they surprised Manila with a night that would be remembered in stories, forever
documented in the multitude of cameras ever active that night. We waited a long time for
this Grammy-award winning band to hit Manila, and they did not disappoint. KARA ORTIGA
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ESQ+A
HERBERT BAUTISTA
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CRADLE TO THE GRAVE
RANDY DANDY OH
MUSIC
WHAT IM
LISTENING TO
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
BY BONES FRANKENSTEIN
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RAMONA BY
LOUIS ARMSTRONG
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BEST
T HIS
MAN A
BOO
KS
LITERATURE WILL
SAVE YOUR LIFE
bout three-quarters
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IS BEST
MAN AT H
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e have some of the worlds best shellsh in the UK, but we tend not to cook
much of it at home. Whether thats due
to the fact that we dont know what to
do with it or that shellsh is generally
seen as a pain to prepare, is open to
debate. If we were in France, Spain or Portugal, wed regularly
be hitting local sh markets to ll our boots with a variety of
molluscs and crustaceans.
I reckon its about time we changed our shopping habits. As
a country, we produce so much fantastic seafood that it seems
a waste to see it all exported to Europe. Here, to help you get
started, Ive pulled together two recipes featuring shellsh you
may never even have considered cooking with.
Always buy your shellsh alive and from a trusted source.
Closed shells are essentialavoid buying anything with open
shells as your shmonger shouldnt be selling it in the rst
place. Oh, and crabs and lobsters should most certainly be
crawlingunless of course theyve already been cooked.
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DRINKING
MAKE IT SUNTORY
TIME. ALSO NIKKA
AND CHICHIBU TIME.
AN IMPORTANT UPDATE ON JAPANESE WHISKY
B Y D AV I D W O N D R I C H
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T
HIS BES
MAN AT
SEX
B Y S TA C E Y W O O D S
Not really. With recent cutbacks, most major media outlets have had to lay off their
porn bureau entirely, so Im
afraid that the golden age of
Gene Fistkel and Rogered
Ebert is long gone. Which is
too bad, because weve never needed it more. You see, its
easy to judge the quality of a
mainstream movie: The stars
pose for pictures with foreign journalists, the lm wins
awards, and then we know
the lm is good. But with pornography, other inuencessometimes even unscrupulous onescan come into
play. The majority of pornreview Web sites out there
appear to be funded, directly or indirectly, by porn companies, says Lynsey G., who
covers porn for McSweeneys.
Your best bet, she says, is to
crank up your computer and
visit the Web sites Fleshbot
and Xbiz, particularly if you
are interested in feature lms
and porn parodies. (Because
we all know that its the porn
that gets you, but the parody
that keeps you coming back.)
Then you can start to get a
free feel for the kind of porn
you think youd like to invest
in and explore your many options for targeted porn solutions. Subscription Web sites
are the best way to go, says
G., and shes probably right.
Your monthly gift of just pennies a day goes toward nancing new Swarovski crystal
ry, says Susan Quilliam, relationship psychologist and author of The New Joy of Sex, as
the act is performed between
the breasts, not into them.
(That would be intramammary, which is rarely practiced
outside of killers basements
and some disreputable cosmetic-surgery centers.)
Of course, there are other ways in which people refer
to the act, but I dont recommend them. Jesse Sheidlower, president of the American
Dialect Society and author of
The F-Word, speaks of a Hawaiian muscle fuck, which
seems a bit ambiguous, since
Im sure Dog and Beth Chap-
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AT
EASE
Theres a time for everything. Time to whip out the big guns, that elegant ticker from your daddys daddy, for dinners at the Pen or parties with your boss. And time to put on something less precious, more laid back. This timepiece from Tsovet sets the pace for diversions that, well, make you forget about the time. In place of the 10 marker, there is a zero, a minimalist flourish that softens the stress of the passing of a second (late for work), a minute
(gone over a deadline), or an hour (missed your flight). That unhurried attitude can be attributed to Tsovets geography. Born in California, smack-dab in the middle of the aerospace industry, the watchmaker fuses the spirit of sunshine (a camel leather band) with avionic details (a gunmetal case that recalls a cockpit gauge) to create
what feels like a worn-in favorite piece. Wear this on the weekend or, really, anytime you wish to untether yourself
from the rigors of the clock. Watch (P17,500) by Tsovet at Rustans, shirt and black and brown bracelets, both by
H.E. by Mango, and bag (P45,000) by Tumi.
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HARDWARE AND
A RUBBER STRAP
TOUGHEN UP THE
GLINT OF GOLD. Watch
by Savoy, sport jacket
(P6,450) by Perry Ellis,
and shirt, chinos, and
tie, all by H.E.
by Mango.
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MILITARY STYLE IS
RECREATED WITH THE
PAIRING OF BLACK
AND TAN AND THE
ANTIQUE FINISHING
OF CASE AND BAND.
Watch by Bell &
Ross at Lucerne
and shirt (P2,850)
by Perry Ellis.
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LAYERS OF
BLACK GIVE WEIGHT
TO THE SMALLER
FOOTPRINT OF THIS
WATCH. Watch by Hublot
at Lucerne, jacket and
bracelet, both by H.E. by
Mango, shirt (P2,850) by
Perry Ellis, and sunglasses
by Lacoste at
Ideal Vision.
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VIEWED FROM A
ROBUST SCREEN,
THE UNDISGUISED
MOVEMENTS OF
DISCS, DIALS, AND
HANDS MAKE READING
TIME A SPECTATOR
SPORT. Watch by
Sevenfriday and shirt
by H.E. by Mango.
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FIG. 2. TRETORN NYLITE
CANVAS
A centurys-worth of Swedish and Scandinavian heritage
courses through Tretorn, as
seen in its understated design.
The all-white Nylite Canvas is
a classic, a favorite of people
of all ages, not only for that
delicate aesthetic but also for
its durable construction.
FIELD NOTES
THIS MONTH IN ACCESSORIES.
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DAUPHINE-SHAPED
HOUR- AND MINUTE-HANDS
PULSOMETER SCALE
MONOPUSHER
CHRONOGRAPH
BUTTON
GOLD-PLATED
ROMAN
NUMERALS
MINERVA
MANUFACTURE
ARROWHEAD
BLUED STEEL
ELAPSED-TIME
HANDS
18-KARAT
ROSE GOLD
CASE
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T H E E S Q U I R E FA S H I O N
D I R E C T O R W I L L N O W TA K E
YO U R Q U E S T I O N S
fig. 1
AMY JOHNSON
M I L A N , I TA LY
fig. 2
Im seeking to improve my
personal look and have
decided on a monocle [Fig. 3].
Theyre stylish, classy, and, I
feel, offer an air of dignity. Two
questions: Where can I find
one, and...
DON VAUGHAN
RALEIGH, N.C.
JAN KITCHEL
PORTLAND, OREG.
fig. 3
MICHAEL KOTLER
NEW YORK, N.Y.
fig. 4
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FOR NICK SULLIVAN?
E-MAIL HIM AT
ESQST YLE@HEARST.COM.
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THE EYES
HAVE IT
Youre busy. Too busy to walk your dog, pick up the cake, go on a date. And certainly too busy to add another step in your grooming routine. Reconsider. Even if your face can bounce back from a night of little sleep,
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o doubt about it, summer is in full swing. And just as youve traded your chunky sweater for a linen shirt, swap
out that complex musk for something pure, something green. At rst whiff, LEau dIssey pour Homme Yuzu reminds you of the gooey insides of a young stalk snapped in two. But what feels like green things is actually yuzu,
a Japanese citrus that is like the love child of a lemon and a mandarin. Fans of the 1994 original, from which this
limited edition iteration is based on, will recognize it. Theyll also notice that the rare fruit has been turned up
throughoutamplied over nutmeg, cedar, and vetiverto add an edge of exuberance. The rest of the composition smooths out,
soft and sweet, like the close of a song
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NOTES &
ESSAYS
CREDITS GO HERE
A.R. SAMSON
ON MONEY
MICHIKO YAMAMOTO
ON DEBT
LOURD DE VEYRA
ON GOD
JOEL TABORA, S.J.
ON FAITH
CRISTINA P. HIDALGO
ON DEATH
ELY BUENDIA
ON LOVE
LAV DIAZ
ON PAIN
MANUEL L. QUEZON III
ON POWER
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money but limits this to what is expected in the next sixty days. Even with the
credit cards seduction for you to spend
more by stretching out the payment into
minimum amounts to be paid every
billing period, the spending of future
money needs to be reined in.
Here we come to the crux of the
matter. What is pocket money? This
classication already implies a budgeted
amount for discretionary spending. It
has removed the monthly obligations
like rent, amortizations, booked vacations, and tuition fees for those with
such commitments.
To understand the dynamics of money
in the pocket, lets limit our search to an
ordinary mans pocket.
The wallet is the repository of money
in the topmost level of discretionary spending. It is in fact meant to be
spent, though one should not let slip the
thought that it needs to also be replenished for the following day.
Still, the wallet in the pocket denes
the person and his habits which can
be projected to his spending pattern
and future solvency. While the description that follows may be misconstrued
as autobiographical, even narcissistic,
somewhat like a nancial sele, it is
enough of a representative composite
that others can perhaps relate to it. Or
maybe they cant. Life is full of surprises.
Wallet behavior is a sub-sector of male
anthropology. It is the nancial equivalent of Margaret Meads Growing up in
Samoa, a work too that had later been
found as unscientic and unsupported
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not just from required cancellation
notices for credit cards but all the irreplaceable items tucked in there, not
everything readily accounted for.
The ideal wallet size is small, maybe 20
percent bigger than a calling card, thickness limited to 2 cm. The narrow space
this affords requires selectivity, reducing,
if not totally eliminating, photos which
can be transferred to the smart phone.
It means trimming down credit cards,
carrying only those to be used for the day.
Coins need to be ditched altogether.
Frequent removal and replacement
can result in confusion, eventually misplacing items. This is solved by having
two wallets, one to carry around, and the
other for ling items not used regularly,
like international credit cards and resort
club memberships. A third wallet is
necessary to foil muggers. This one is
readily given up at the slightest threat,
containing as it does small bills, senior
citizens card and expired credit cards to
call attention to the thief and cause him
problems at the store.
A thick wallet doesnt necessarily have
more money. Its owner just carries a lot
more things with him and is likely to
also own a Swiss knife that has a foldable shovel for an instant latrine in the
wilds and a solar operated ashlight.
You can tell the character of a person
by the things he puts in his wallet. A
thick wallet points to the insecurity of
a partygoer who loads up on his buffet
plate fearful of running out if he has to
come back. This just-in-case mentality
loads up inventory in the wallet.
Truly rich and powerful people dont
even carry wallets, as these spoil the
lines of their suits. They are accompanied by others with thick pouches that
have wallets along with night-scopes
and heavy artillery.
Many get attached to their wallets,
even if these are battered, falling apart
and no longer closing at like crocodile
jaws. It is a momentous day indeed
when one changes wallets and tries to
squeeze the old stuff into the new and
sleeker model designed for the simple
purpose of carrying Euros.
What happened to the money? Its still
whats in the wallet. There should be
more of it than the other stuff. Wealth
then is a balance between money and
the other stuff that cant get you a new
wallet.
A.R. SAMSON
Essayist, ctionist and columnist
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FROM AN UNPRODUCED
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by actual practices in that tribe. Still, nancial behavior can be indexed to how
the wallet functions in the life of a male.
Or it may not. So what?
A right-handed man usually carries
his wallet in the right back pocket of his
pants where constant wear (including
sitting on it and bumping doors open
with it) bends it to the curve of that posterior cheek. Medical problems can arise
from this habit. Intrusion of an unusually thick wad in the back pouch while
driving can restrict blood circulation. It
can put a tilt to one side that affects the
steering wheel turn.
A friend discovered this effect after
complaining of shooting pains in his
hip. A number of doctors he saw could
not gure out the ailment. The last one
asked to see his wallet and immediately
knew what was wrong. The portablebible heft of the wallet caused the hip
aches and the patient was asked to either
switch to a thinner wallet or move its
location to the front pocket. He did both
and permanently rid himself of his pain.
Forgetting ones wallet at home, or
worse, losing it or leaving it in some inconvenient location, makes one aware of
the ties to that personal accessory which
holds more than pocket money. Here is
a partial table of contents equivalent to
present money.
Assorted plastic gives the wallet its
heft. The small plastic rectangles include credit, discount, VIP, ATM cards,
drivers license, and memberships in
clubs. While wallets provide slots for
plastic cards, these become quickly inadequate as more and more are wedged
into the limited space.
The wallet also serves as photo album.
Its not enough to allow for ID photos.
An accordion plastic case accommodates
photos of travels (The fuzzy photo is my
secretary taking dictation), miniaturization of citations and plaques.
What about calling cards? A bunch
is always on hand for giving out to old
classmates (What are you doing nowadays?) and business associates. These
cards include those received and not yet
led awayin the circular cabinet.
Folded pieces of paper include to-do
lists, other peoples cards, Comelec
registration, credit card receipts, newspaper clippings, and a recipe for chili
con carne. Lets not forget the original
purpose as receptacle for money of both
paper and coin specimens.
From this inventory, one can see how
a lost wallet can cause anxiety attacks,
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Wala na ho talaga kong ibang malalapitan. Parang awa niyo na Bishop.
Tony touches Edgars shoulder.
Itatayo siya.
TONY
Get up son. Get up.
EDGAR
Hindi ho ako nanghihingi Bishop.
Nangungutang ako. Hindi para ipambili ng bahay o ipangsugal. Para
lang mabuhay ang pamilya ko.
KAYE
(babbling) Ed, sorry. Hindi ko alam na.
Anong gagawin natin? Natatakot ako
EDGAR
Akin na yan!
TONY
Edgar, I would give you the money if
it were mine. Pero lahat ng to pagaari ng simbahan. Hindi kami puwedeng magbigay na lang ng nancial help sa bawat taong lumapit
sa amin. Kahit utang pa
EDGAR
Papatayin nila kami!
TONY
He will not abandon you my son.
Yeshua is alive! He shares your
pain! He shares your sufferings!
Almighty Yeshua, give your humble
son strength to overcome the devil!
Release your son from doubt and
give him faith! That serpent will
not defeat us! No Yeshua! Nata ipo
victi santi loro! Soto la da ba ka
lesti! Praise Yeshua the
most powerful!
OBET
Hallelujah! Praise you Yeshua!
Tony looks exhausted and ops down
on his seat. He sees Edgar looking
at him expectantly.
TONY
kahit gano pa kaimportante. Because
we are a church. Hindi tayo bangko o
kooperatiba but a church! All we can
offer you is our prayer and our support
EDGAR
(interrupts him) Hindi namin
kailangan ang dasal nyo!
EDGAR
Kaye! Angel!
BOOMBOOM (V.O.)
Buhay pa asawa mo. Hindi na
nga lang siya kumpleto.
TONY
Obet, ihatid mo siya sa bahay.
Use the service van. Pray over his
EDGAR
Putangina ka. Nakiusap
ako sa yo ng maayos.
TONY
Buksan mo lang ang isip at puso mo,
Edgar. Yeshua will show you the
way. Ipapakita niya sa yo ang
solusyon sa problemang to.
Magtiwala ka lang sa kanya.
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DEAR GOD
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Thats Entertainment, with bad jean labels, sandos, noisy brats, and mini-skirts.
I disdain sermonsespecially those that
stretch on for innity. I nd absurd the
notion that a human being can rant on
for 30 minutes presuming to know what
God thinks.
Im writing because those heathens
at Esquire Philippines have asked me to
write an essay on God, which is to say,
you, or depending on whose stylebook,
You. I must say it would be quite a task,
considering my day job requires me to
present the weather and insult people
(by the way, Im not complaining. I have
the best job in the world. And thanks for
not making me work for Globe customer service). That, plus the fact that
engagement in social media has vastly
diminished my capacity for profound
reection. I have decided to become
eight years old once again and just re
off a letter. Im not really surethis is like
shadowboxing, or those Buddhist faithful
who launch prayer lanterns off to the sky.
Does the fact that this letter takes on
the second person conrm my belief in
your existence? Twenty-ve years ago
I would have unequivocally said, yes.
I couldnt just shake off eight years of
Dominican education. Although there
was one point in high school life when
the seeds of doubt were planted by that
XTC song from which this letter pilfers
its title. Where I came from, that seemed
like dangerously excommunicable shit.
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thing changed afterwards. The UST
Central Library was a goldmine of the
non-Catholic, of books once considered
heretical (by the way, are those heathens
still burning in hellre?). I started reading up on Zen, theosophy. Interest in the
Beats led to dabbling in Eastern mysticism and a brief fascination for Tibetan
Buddhist aesthetics after attempting to
readon potThe Tibetan Book of the
Dead. It was, ironically, in that school
where I rst came across the Existentialists (by the way, dear God, who
occupies a lower circle of hell: Sartre or
Camus?). All these, plus Slayer albums
and a bunch of death metal records, perhaps changed my perception of a Higher
Being. But some scars are permanent.
If theres one image that graphically
illustrates my view of God, its a cartoon
from a Jehovahs Witness pamphlet I
saw as a kid in Tacloban: a guy whose fa-
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IV
WHAT IS FAITH?
ITS PROBABLY EASIER TO PUT
ONES FAITH IN HEDGE FUNDS, STOCKS,
SWISS BANKS, AND JEJOMAR BINAY
THAN IN JESUS CHRIST.
FR. JOEL TABORA, S.J.
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Gods will. How horrifyingly presumptuous. Like those who shout your
greatness every time a rocket-propelled
grenade hits a bus full of innocent
children. It just makes me wonder how
those nice people at the CBCP become
privy to your displeasure over condoms
and family planning. Please explain to
me why there are people and faiths that
disdain the notion of sex and esh for
the reward of an afterlife of complete
debauchery resembling the ner points
of such spiritual cinema as Barely Legal,
Fresh Meat, and The Young and the
Breastless. Explain to me those faiths
that kill in the name of so-called morality, those religions that turn hysterical
over certain livestock, shellsh, intoxicants, and all other things. There are
faiths that would choose murder rather
than allow the showing of a womans
ankle. Sorry, but I admit to nding comfort in the term godless society. The
Middle East has God and look how that
turned out.
Do I believe in you? I think all great
Artand I capitalize, of coursemakes
us feel the presence of God. You are in
the unhinged solos of John Coltrane,
Charlie Parker, and Ornette Coleman, in
the overlapping harmonies of Ravi Shankars sitar, in the cathedral-like mysteries of Wallace Stevens poetry, in the
sonorous wonder of Beethovens Ninth,
or the lingering monotony of a Messiaen
overtone. I imagine your presence in the
vast expanses of silence as visualized by
Tarkovsky or Bergman, or an extreme
close-up of a priests eyes in a Bresson
lm. You inhabit the feedback of Jimi
Hendrixs Stratocaster, or in the trajectory of Michael Jordans levitations. In
the drunken swirls of Jackson Pollocks
brushstrokes, in the curves of Chagalls
lovers in ight, and even in the abandoned temples of Angkor, you are there.
Even in the ingeniously simple design
of the iPhone or the Technics SL-1200,
which allows for the fulllment of
dazzling ambitions. That is the kind of
God I would want to believe inand
not the one who allows the slaughter of
children, or worse, the perpetuation of
mediocrity.
For me, dear God, the highest morality happens when we do good not out of
a middling sense of reward or retribution but out of sheer concern for our
fellow human being. That we make sure
he or she is perennially safe from harm
not because well be receiving brownie
points in some cloudy afterlife. That
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ing the immutable law of the thing, and
more in exploring the innite possibilities of the person. Faith is dramatic,
empowering, encouraging when its
object is not an it but a you. When
one says, I have faith in you, one is not
only speaking a word of recognition, one
is speaking a word of empowerment.
My faith in you does not cause you to
do what you do, but occasions you to do
freely what you can do, encourages you,
and loves you in doing just that. When
I tell my scholar, I have faith in you, I
recognize her considerable intellectual
abilities, I encourage her eros for truth,
and I may even love her as she goes beyond herself to excel in her academics.
Of course, there is the possibility that
my faith may be misplaced and that I
be disappointed. Life teaches that faith
always risks disappointment. Despite
this, I continue to have faith.
Love requires faith. On the one hand,
love without faith is impersonal universal gibberish like, I love humanity,
its just my neighbor I cant stand. Or:
All men are created equal, but not my
servants, and especially not my wife.
On the other hand, love without faith is
carnal heat, sheer lust, genital titillation,
which for all of todays chic, cosmetics and body sculpting recognizes ego
but no other human face. When one
ceases to have faith in ones friends, one
ceases to respect them; one begins to
take advantage of them and manipulate
them. When one ceases to have faith in
ones spouse, one ceases to recognize a
human face, one begins to relate with a
distant body, maintained, managed and
kept, but not loved. When one who is in
love says, I believe in you, it is not only
a manifestation of admiration, Bilib talaga ako sa iyo! It is also a manifestation
of expectation: Because you are who
you are, my love is well placed in you.
My love will not be betrayed in you. My
faith in you is faithful to you, and so calls
forth your delity to me.
In love which respects no limit, my
faith in you insists on ultimate delity.
My faith in you rejects any nality of
your dying, and insists on the validity
of our love that is stronger than death.
Your faith in me insists on the same.
Jesus insisted on faith. This was not
an insistence on a creed nor an ethical
system. It was an insistence on a shared
relationship, wherein one clearly says,
I have faith in you, Jesus ultimately
because Jesus rst said, Bilib ako sa iyo.
You, you I love. Jesus risks faith in us,
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Bohol, after the earthquake, Geloy Concepcion, 2013
BANGKOK NOVEMBER
DIDNT I WANT TO REVISIT OLD
HAUNTS, THEY ASKED. DID I?
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early years of martial lawwhich had
profoundly affected us personally. Losing our jobs (four jobs between us), having doors, which had previously stood
wide open, shut in our faces. Of course
this was nothing compared to what others went through, who lost loved ones,
who were jailed and tortured. Nonetheless, it had destabilized us emotionally.
We acted rashly, at times irrationally. We
caused each other, and others, unnecessary pain. And now, we were striking
out again, this time without any familiar
signposts to steer by.
But risk is itself intoxicating. So we
embarked on the journey with chins
held high. Later, looking back on that
season, we would envy that young man
and that young woman their aplomb,
their innocence. And Bangkok would become a place we would return to again
and again, content to allow the city to
work a new enchantment as the moment
collided with the memory.
After Tony left the U.N. in 1990, we
did not revisit Bangkok, though we often
talked of it. It was a favorite dreamretracing our steps to all the places where
we had lived during those 15 years as
expatsa dream that ended abruptly
when Tony died in 2011.
And thenone of those little ironic
jokes that life likes to play on usbefore
two years were over, I was invited to a
conference in Bangkok by an international organization of writers.
I wasnt planning on going. I had this
persistent dry cough; and felt disinclined to go wandering off again so
soon after returning from a trip. This,
it seems, was part of grieving: so many
of the things one had previously taken
much pleasure in had ceased to be even
remotely appealing.
Two friendsUP colleaguesurged
me to change my mind. Isabel had
never been to Bangkok and was looking
forward to a bit of sightseeing and a lot
of shopping before the conference. Lily,
an old hand, would be in charge. Didnt
I want to revisit old haunts, they asked.
Did I? What would the old haunts be
like without my partner in those old
adventures?
In the end, I allowed myself to be
persuaded. And, after just one day
of shopping at MBK, with a lunch of
chicken rice and a dinner of hot soup
with noodles and sh balls thrown in,
my cough was gone.
The next day, I decided to take the city
tour with Lily and Isabel. Before leaving
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CARELESS LOVE
CHORDS: DM - GM - A7
ELY BUENDIA
(TRANSCRIBED BY JUNJI LERMA)
Now
Well the
Your
And it
How can I
full of
Give me
If
side
Gimme
loving you
un-
by
no cause for
It's a
alarm
free
It's a
careless love
careless love
careless love
ELY BUENDIA
Songwriter, musician, writer
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til
loving you
But there's
way
love-
careless love
bove
and me
I'll be
careless love
is a God a-
careless
I'll be
glove
careless love
there
Out of
pride
He made you
under my skin
Gimme
by my
suitcase is empty
Got you
But
day is gone
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SNOWSTORM SA
FRANKFURT
NASA ISANG BAR KAMI SA LOOB NG
FRANKFURT AIRPORT
LAV DIAZ
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Germany. Thirty ve years na siyang
hindi nakakauwi. Ngayon lang siya uuwi.
Wow, Manang, kako, thirty ve years?
Heto ang picture ni Loloy ko, Dong o.
Litrato ng isang napakalusog na baby
ang inilabas niya sa kanyang bag. At ito
na siya ngayon. Ipinakita naman niya
ang isang binatang nakatayo sa isang
beach, kumakaway, parang siya ang
kinakawayan. Nakangiti. Pero parang
malungkot.
Opo.
Niyakap niya ako saka sinabing, Si
Loloy, Dong ba, ang aking bunso. Sa
Martes ang libing niya. Wala na ang
bunso ko, Dong.
Oo nga po.
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ELLEN ADARNA
IS A CREATURE OF
HER OWN CREATION,
WHO ROSE FROM THE ASHES
OF A FRIENDSTER PROFILE
AND TRANSFORMED HERSELF
INTO THE INEXPLICABLE
PHENOMENON SHE IS TODAY.
ESQUIRE SEEKS OUT THE REAL
PERSON BEHIND
THE PROJECTION.
MYTH
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well for the Internet, its the image of the sacred and the profane, folded over and over itself, across multiple viewings and
millions of viewers, secretly clicking, scrolling and swiping in
their beds and bathrooms at 3 a.m. and 4 a.m.
In those early photos Ellen Adarna is pale and a little plump
and cute as a button, full of unguardedness and disregard.
In her wan, epicanthic gaze there is boredom and the tender
abandon of the wealthy. It is a gaze reserved for boyfriends,
for cousins, for equally privileged friends, for the lucky bum
behind the cameraeveryone but the online lurker, avid and
unfullled in the darkness.
Today she is 25. I know all my angles, the subject boasts.
She has also been telling me how vain she is. I readily make
the excuses for her. After all, its been six or seven years.
In recent syndicated photos she is a body in full, sharpened,
shaped, heavy-titted. She has squirmed
and blossomed out of the given fantasy.
Awkward innocence has turned into
inexperience. Callowness has become
vapid candor. She laughs off a particularly
awkward turn in social media where an
interview made her look like a bobaa
boobby telling herself bad publicity
is good publicity. The trite statement is
chased by another: I just want to make
money. But it is clear she is also learning
to take advantage and take control of a
mass fantasy, and how many of us can do
that?
She confesses that she is living independently. After resigning from her family
business, she lives in estrangement from
her family, in a tender form of exile that
allows measures of freedom and security.
She alternately lives in a house at one of
their family-owned compounds and with
her boyfriend. She has a driver and a compact car at her disposal. She has a manager and a handler. Its her own money now.
Manila is her town now. Its a place for
grown-ups. Everything is under scrutiny,
in high-resolution, in slow-motion. An
ex-boyfriend called me a potato, she explains. She took it as a challenge, the way
reality game show contestants take on challenges. A boxing
workout video that is part of her ofcial portfolio of work lasts
all of thirty-seven seconds. Its not even a complete song. But
its in HD. Theres a version of it that stretches it out, through
freeze frames, strobe effects, articial zooms and slo-mos, to a
full ve minutes. The footage has thrived on the Internether
home, too, after all.
She has embraced the real world now, attending acting
workshops, playing second lead in teleseryes, negotiating
endorsement deals, doing the rounds of magazine covers and
media interviews. It is her turn to indulge in the fantasy: she
turns down advances from movie stars and hangs out with
the faces we only see on billboards and the backs of buses.
She conrms rumors of the guessed-at things that happen
behind the scenes. She reveals many things off-the-record and
between-us only.
She became
search engine
candy and
social media
mystery, and
a life was put
together
for her from
anonymous
uploads
and forum
chatter.
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he shot of the three hosts occupied
most of the right three quarters of the
screen. A guest was joining them by
satellite from another location, and
a shot of his head and shoulders occupied most of the rest of the screen.
This was his third appearance on the
program in the last few months. He
wore a dark blazer and a button-down
shirt with blue stripes. He was middle-aged and handsome in an oldfashioned way, with tanned skin and
thick hair parted on the right. The
banner below the video feeds read,
HOPE IS NOT LOST: NEUROSURGEON SAYS HEAVEN IS REAL.
Dr. Alexander, Carlson said, if people dont know your story, you, you were ill, you were in a coma, you left this earth for
a week, you were in heaven, and then you wrote about your experiences there, and you were told that you were supposed to
come back to the earth.
She paused. She looked into the camera and then looked up
toward the studio ceiling and rocked slightly forward.
As people are grappling with the horrible nature of this tragedy, she said, her voice cracking, her lower lip trembling, will
these children forget, when they are in heaven, what happened
to them?
It was, lets be clear, an unusual question. One imagines the
host of a national news program would feel comfortable posing this question to only a very few guests. A priest? A bishop?
The pope? But lets be clear about something else: Dr. Eben Alexander was presented as more qualied to answer this question than all of them. His authority on heaven hadnt come from
prayer or contemplation or a vote taken at some conclave. He
had been there. And although a lot of people might make similar
claims concerning visits to heaven and the receipt of personal
revelations from God and be roundly dismissed, Dr. Alexander
was different. He was, as the Fox News Web site declared, a renowned neurosurgeon. A man of science at the summit of the
secular world. And when he answered the unusual question, he
did so without hesitation, without hedging, and with the same
uency and authority he might exhibit when comforting a patient about an upcoming operation.
Well, they will know what happened, Alexander said, and a
hint of sadness swirled in his own eyes for a moment. But they
will not feel the pain. His voice was southern and smooth, soft
and warm. The shots of the studio and of the satellite feed faded away, and a heartbreaking tableau faded in, a grid of photographs. Fourteen children, each just six or seven years old, each
smiling, each now, the viewer knew, dead. Alexanders voice,
soothing, heartfelt, poured on. They will feel the love and
cherishing of their being back there. And they will know that
they have changed this world.
Now the views of the studio and of Dr. Alexander faded back
in, and the host to the left of Carlson, Brian Kilmeade, a compact and gruff guy with a sheaf of papers stacked on the table in
front of him like a prosecuting attorney, asked a question. It was
another unusual question and perhaps thats why Kilmeade
prefaced it with a reiteration of what made their guest uniquely
qualied to answer it.
So Dr. Alexander, he said, your book, your bookand
youre a neurosurgeon, you never believed in this until it happened to you, and you were brain-dead for a week, and your
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friends who work in your business say that theres no way you
could have possibly come back, there was no activity there.
Where is the shooter?
Alexander nodded along as the man posed the question and
again answered without pausing. The shooter is in a place
of reviewing his own life, he said while the camera showed
Gretchen Carlson wiping the tears from her eyes. Its a very
real phenomenon, of reliving all of the events of ones life and
reliving the pain and suffering that weve handed out to others.
But from their point of view.
This is a story about points of view.
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ticed that some of the attending surgeons could completely
lose themselves in an operation, standing there for hours, peering into a tiny little hole and meticulously extracting bits of tumor. But Dr. Alexander wasnt like that. Hed come rushing into
the OR, talking to the nurses and the residents and anyone else
whod listen, rambling about near-earth asteroids or dark matter or whatever other topic in astrophysics hed been reading
about in his spare time. It would take him a while to get down to
business, to focus on the matter at hand.
It wasnt that he wasnt smart. Four different former residents of Alexanders use the word brilliant to describe him.
But he often just seemed to be somewhere else.
e is somewhere else.
Where, he doesnt know. He doesnt know, really,
anything. Not where he is, not even who or what he
is. He is pure awareness, pure present, no past, no
future. Just this little speck of consciousness adrift
in a vast and mysterious place. It is an unpleasant place, brown and rank and suffocating, but he doesnt even
know enough to dene a term as advanced as unpleasant.
And then he sees the light.
A bright light, swirling above him, accompanied by the most
beautiful music. He is rising up toward it. Up through it. The
unpleasant place is gone, somewhere below him, and now he is
in a place that even if he had the power of vocabulary, of words,
he would nd almost indescribably beautiful. It is a green and
verdant place. A green, idyllic place lled but not crowded with
men and women in peasant garb. Here and there a dog cavorts
among them. And he, he is ying! He is on the wing of a buttery. Perhaps it is an enormous buttery or perhaps he is really tiny, but size and scale dont really mean anything. There are
other butteries all around him, millions of them, perhaps an
innite number of them, colorful and iridescent, all ying in
loose formation over this impossibly beautiful place.
And he is not alone. Beside him on the buttery, a beautiful
girl!
Like the green countryside, her beauty is so intense, so overpowering, that the word beauty itself seems insufcient. He becomes aware that she is speaking to him, saying something,
though she doesnt even need to move her lips to speak.
You are loved and cherished, she tells him.
You have nothing to fear.
There is nothing you can do wrong.
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DESGUSTATION
IF YOU COULD CHOOSE THE LAST MEAL
YOU WOULD EVER EAT IN THIS LIFE, WHAT
WOULD YOU HAVE? WE ASKED SIX PEOPLE FOR
THEIR HYPOTHETICAL FINAL FEASTS, AND GOT
DESCRIPTIONS OF REPASTS OPULENT AND INTIMATE,
CALORIE-LADEN, AND LACED WITH NOSTALGIA.
PHOTOGRAPHY BY
PAUL DEL ROSARIO
ART DIRECTION BY
EDRIC DELA ROSA
FOOD STYLING BY
ANGELO COMSTI
PRODUCED BY
KARA ORTIGA
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Margarita Fores
CHEF
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SENATOR
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Van Straten
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WHAT IVE
LEARNED
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C OM M ISSIONER O F
THE B U R EAU OF
INTER NA L R EV EN U E
INTERV IEW ED BY
K A R A O RT I GA
P HOTOG R A P HED BY
EDRIC CHEN
KIM
HENARES
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MEMORY, GUILT, RESILIENCE, AND DEATH:
A WALK THROUGH FORT BONIFACIO,
THEN AND NOW
WORDS BY
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Melendez was my
grandfather. He
raised me in the
Fort Bonifacio of
the 80s and 90s,
then a semi-urban
military foxhole
in the middle of swank, swarming Makati. He fought in the
war and was as quiet as dusk. He built our house with his own
hands, kept an elaborate garden, maintained an Opel so rickety
I could hear it approach from a block away. He fell gravely ill,
and in more ways than one, my family left him to die.
This is his eulogy and parade. My apology and shameless exploitation of a personal tragedy. Many years late, in the form of
a walking tour of my childhood stomping ground as it stands
now. Present-day Bonifacio is neither better nor worse. But
without Sixto it is certainly different.
The area where the Serendra roundabout now stands was
the approach to our old neighborhood. Electricity in old Fort
Bonifacio was spotty. Phone numbers had too many zerosa
social death sentence in an era of rotary phones. The opera110 E S Q U I R E A P R I L 2 0 1 4
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duplex sat left off center, my family occupying one side and my
grandparents, the other. In the yard was a large dirty kitchen.
Sixto would spend entire afternoons in there, pounding rice
for kare-kare, or roasting cashews on his honest-to-goodness
cement block stove, or rinsing blackberries from a tree he had
planted just outside one Marsden panel.
That was where I bugged him most. I would stand in a corner and yammer in my chubby voice about some kiddie action
movie Id seen or some imaginary army I had vanquished with
a wooden shotgun that Sixto, incidentally, had crafted himself. I would punctuate my stories with gun noises made with
mouth. He would grunt. In hindsight, I think I may have made
a retirees quiet years quite noisesome. And it is a testament
to the old mans patience that he didnt strangle me there and
then, thus preventing you from suffering the adult equivalent
of my insane backyard ramblings.
WEIGHED AND FOUND FLABBY
Sixtos mestizo features fed the family lore that his own
parents had been the product of a fraile whod been a little
too zealous with the dispensation of brotherly love. He
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frames peddled by weatherman Ernie Baron to channel positive cosmic energy into consumables and the occasional head
of very reluctant exam reviewee.
The singular trait of our house was a poured cement vault,
repurposed into family bodega. Sixto had built the house himself, you see, on a loan he had taken out when he had no business taking out loans, being retired and all. The plot of land
Sixto had selected had been the site of an American bank, and
the pragmatic man built the house around the vault instead of
trying to demolish it.
In the vault, Sixto kept his most treasured possessions:
hacksaws and chisels, a single-bit felling ax, a mattock and a
claw hammer, hand planes and screws of various sizes. These
tools he stored in worn wooden crates or olive drab canisters
still stenciled PA or USAFE, ready to be fetched upon the easiest house or yard project.
Sixto once nearly cut his own toe off with a spud bar. I
watched him empty a packet of what was surely expired sulfa
powder over the wound, bind his foot with gauze, and go back
to digging his ditch. Some months later I chipped two teeth
after taking a football tackle. I swallowed my teeth so I could
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keep playing. That was the closest Ive ever come to any sort of
resilience.
OVER AND OUT
Alright, lets get the downer part out of the way. Sixto died
bloated and gasping on a late July night, less than a month
after he was admitted into V. Luna, with neither morphine nor
chemotherapy. We simply didnt have the money to even make
his death comfortable.
Catholic icons huddled impotently in a corner of the common ward. My father was out somewhere trying to nd a
chaplain to give Last Rites. I was left with Sixtos hand in
mine, just as things were when I was a kid. I could think of
nothing to do but dab moist cotton on his aking lips, like a
vain rst-responder with some very messed up priorities. His
tongue bobbed inside his mouth like an amphibian struggling in thick mud. The sound he made as he died stuck to
the seams of my shirt worse than even the smell of the ward,
which was of stale sweat and whatever it is that seeps from
our pores upon death.
I would tell you about the wake and burial, but the freaky
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Bayani, green and white tarpaulin hanging over our small family, the marble cross already stenciled with Sixtos birth and
death dates, rubber mallet lying beside it for the undertaker to
use. I remember Taps being played by the Army band, which
sounded to me as though it was a full two beats too fast. And
thats about it: shards of memory like the bits of red and yellow
glass on the oor after you drunkenly back into your garage
wall one late night.
DIRECTIONS TO A PLACE NO LONGER THERE
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cream henley pullover (P11,000)
by Ralph Lauren, and white pants
(P3,950) by Massimo Dutti.
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out. They were about to bite off my feet
when I woke up.
She gazed at him with attention
and a wary tenderness. The expensive
haircut, the body pummeled into shape
by weights and sports, the high-bridged
nose. Arturo always looked as if he had
just stepped out of the shower, even
after a night of hard partying or hours of
sex. For years, no matter the strains and
irritations that surfaced between them,
his skin and smell had brought her back
to him. She had loved what he felt like.
Memories came to her, from the beginning, the way he turned to kiss her in
the cinema whenever on-screen lovers
began to kiss or make love, the way he
combed her hair after a shower, patted
the strands dry, rubbed them between
his ngers. The way he slept with his
arms and legs around hers, seeking her
even in sleep. Each time she had been
surprised and moved, but she had never
told him, never wanted him to know
how much he meant to her. Not a bad
man. That was what she told her parents,
when she started dating him in San Francisco. Despite everything, a good heart.
Good hearts turn up in the most unlikely
places, her father responded drily. But
Gregorio had never tried to stop her. She
knew what people said. A smart marriage. A brilliant move. But how could
she live with it, how could she betray her
fathers memory this way?
Whats the matter? Arturo asked.
You dont like vampires?
No one, not even her father, understood this: the real betrayal wasnt marrying Arturo, but loving him.
Dont look at me like that, he said.
It was only a dream.
She knew these sons of privilege. Men
like him needed distractions, novelty,
excitement.
She decided to act playful. I used to
see things, too, she said.
Vampires?
No. Of course not. A sh. And it
wasnt a dreamI really saw it.
The corner of his mouth lifted. You
saw a sh?
Dont make fun of me. An enormous
black one, at the bottom of the Pasig.
Next to the house we lived in when I
was small. Every time I looked at it, it
got bigger, and I was sure that one day it
would be too big for the river. I was sure
that one day, when the oods came, it
would swim out of the river and break
into our house, and then it would swim
up the stairs and eat me.
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including a letter that the patients primary neurosurgeon had sent to Alexander, notifying him of her postoperative facial paralysis. The womans attorney argued that
it is reasonable to infer that this pattern
of disappearance of probative evidence
was not coincidental, but was in fact deliberate. The attorney was arguing, in other
words, that when Alexander found things
that didnt t the story he wanted to tell,
he changed them, or made them disappear
altogether.
Alexander settled.
He soars on the butterflys wing for
who knows how long.
Time is different. Space, time, self, everything: different. Above the butteries,
sentient orbs of light oat. Angels? Who
knows.
But eventually he rises, even higher. Or
deeper. Further.
He enters a new realm, one of innite
depth and innite blackness. And at the
center of it all, a light. Bright, pulsating,
warm, loving, wise. The embodiment, the
denition, the source of all of those things
and everything else.
The all-knowing and all-loving creator at
the center of all existence.
He approaches God. God approaches
him. God is everywhere. Above. Below. Beside. Inside.
He and God are One.
And although he still doesnt know who
he is or where he is, though he still has no
concept of language itself, of present, of
past, none of that matters.
He knows. He knows . . . everything.
He knows the unknowable, the great
mysteries, the answers to the ultimate whys
and wheres and whats.
Why are we here? Where did we come
from? What do we do now?
He knows it all.
And then he falls away. Down through
the valley of swirling butteries. Back into
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But eventually the melody stops working.
Eventually the melody no longer summons
the glowing gateway. It doesnt bother him,
really. Even there, in the writhing brown
and grime, he knows that he is loved, eternally, that he can do nothing wrong, that
nothing truly bad can ever happen to him.
Secure in this knowledge, and in all his
other newfound wisdom as well, he slowly becomes aware of another realm. Faces
emerge from the murk and present themselves to him, and although he doesnt recognize them, although he doesnt know
who they are, he senses their concern for
him. Their love. They come from where he
comes from.
He begins to wake up.
Its time to go back.
It was time to go back, to head back
home to the South. New England hadnt
quite worked out. After the Brigham, hed
taken a job at the UMass Memorial Medical
Center, in Worcester, thirty-ve miles west
of Boston. Hed run its deep-brain-stimulation program, implanting electrodes into patients, helping alleviate their Parkinsonian tremors by means of corrective
shocks. But there had been more lawsuits
in one case, a bit of plastic was left behind
in a womans neckand there had been another boss he didnt get along with.
In August 2003, UMass Memorial suspended Alexanders surgical privileges on
the basis or allegation of improper performance of surgery. (The specics of the
case leading to the suspension are condential, though Alexander claims it resulted from a very complex repeat operation
I did around the brain stem of a patient in
which the patient had more difculty recovering after the operation I would say
than I anticipated and than I led them to
believe.) His suspension technically ended in November of that same year, but he
never went back to work at UMass Memorial. He resigned. The following year he did
a little freelance consulting for the Gerson
Lehrman Group, a company that matches corporations with experts in various
elds, and also led an unsuccessful lawsuit against the Brigham and Womens Hospital, claiming it improperly withheld more
than $400,000 of his retirement and deferred-compensation plans. He had been
more or less out of work for fteen months
when, in March 2005, he received a letter
from the Massachusetts Board of Registration in Medicine asking him to respond to a
complaint form theyd received from a former patient who was upset that Alexander
had stopped responding to phone calls. Al-
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not Ebens MO.
The tobacco farmers lawsuit was still
in its preliminary stages, hanging over Alexanders head like a $3 million hammer, when the E. coli started their terrible
multiplication.
He goes home from the hospital just before Thanksgiving.
He is sixteen pounds lighter and still foggy, but getting stronger and sharper every
day. He had been scheduled to give a deposition in the case of the tobacco farmer in December, but the court allows it to be pushed
back. He keeps himself busy. He writes
thank-you postcards to some of the medical
staff that took care of him. He takes notes
about his memories of his strange comatose
journey, the murky place and the butteries
and the countryside and the dazzling epiphanic light at the center of it all. He imagines
there is probably a neurological explanation for what he experienced. Eventually he
starts going back to work at the Focused Ultrasound Foundation.
On March 18, 2009, Alexander gives his
deposition in the tobacco-farmer case. He
testies that when he learned of his error,
he felt like [hed] been hit by a truck, but
that he refrained from telling the patient
because he was intrigued by postoperative
improvements he claims the patient had
made despite the botched operation.
I thought that I would end up telling
him about it, he says, and I think my overwhelming curiosity about why he had gotten betterI wanted to see if his symptoms
came back quickly because people sometimes will have a placebo effect to surgery.
Soon after his deposition, Alexanders
lawyers urge him to settle, and he does.
They also urge him to settle another case,
stemming from an operation he performed
only two weeks after the farmers, when he
again operated on the wrong vertebra of a
patient. He settles that case, too. The Virginia Board of Medicine allows him to keep
his license, but levies a modest ne and orders him to take continuing education
classes in ethics and professionalism. By
the time all his pending cases are resolved,
Alexander will have settled ve malpractice cases in the last ten years. Only one other Virginia-licensed neurosurgeon has settled as many cases in that time period, and
none have settled more.
But really, in the wake of his coma, his
perspective on his legal troubles has shifted. Hes just lucky to be alive. The mere fact
of it, the mere fact that his brain survived
that vicious bacterial assault, well . . . some
might even call it a miracle. He starts read-
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under any circumstances, divulge who that
was!
So he had changed the characters name
to Chuck, which happened to be the real
name of someone he did skydive with?
Its not Chuck, he repeats. Its not
Chuck.
Is he still in touch with Chuck?
No.
And fake Chuck?
No, I dont know what happened to fake
Chuck.
Is there anyone else who was part of the
jump that day who might be able to verify
his story?
You know, theres not. Because I cant
tell you exactly which day it was. And my
logbookthose pages in my logbook I dont
have right now.
The book progresses. He starts to hone
his argument and to shape its presentation.
He is, he writes, a practicing neurosurgeon and is familiar with the most
advanced concepts in brain science and
consciousness studies. His decades of research and hands-on work in the operating room put him in a better-than-average position to judge not only the reality
but also the implications of what happened
to me.
He introduces his central thesis.
During my coma, he writes, my brain
wasnt working improperlyit wasnt
working at all. This is the key. His brain
wasnt working, and yet he had these vivid
memories of voyaging through these other
realms: the murky dark, the butteries, the
vast darkness, and the luminous, all-knowing creator. How could he have memories
from a time when his brain wasnt working
at all? From a time when, as he writes, my
mind, my spiritwhatever you may choose
to call the central, human part of mewas
gone.
The answer is simple and logical. It is also, he writes, of stunning importance. Not
just to me, but to all of us.
Alexander writes, The place I went was
real, real in a way that makes the life were
living here and now completely dreamlike
by comparison.
As he nears the end of his tale, every part
of his story seems to be connected to every
other part in mysterious ways. For instance,
his coma began on Monday, November 10,
and by Saturday, it had been raining for
ve days straight, ever since the afternoon
of my entrance into the ICU. Then, on Sunday, after six days of torrents, just before he
woke up, the rain stopped:
To the east, the sun was shooting its rays
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God, help me!
Everyone rushed over to the stretcher. By
the time they got to me, I was completely
unresponsive.
Potter has no recollection of this incident, or of that shouted plea. What she does
remember is that she had intubated Alexander more than an hour prior to his departure from the emergency room, snaking
a plastic tube down his throat, through his
vocal cords, and into his trachea. Could she
imagine her intubated patient being able to
speak at all, let alone in a crystal-clear way?
No, she says.
He finds an agent, and the agent shops
his book proposal around, and soon Simon
& Schuster offers him a book deal. They put
it on the fast track for publishing, want to
get it out that same year. A writer named
Ptolemy Tompkins, who has written other books about near-death experiences, is
brought in to help chop down the manuscript by more than half. Alexander meets
in New York with the publishers and his
editor, but once the deal is struck, the gears
of the publishing world grind on even when
hes back down south.
The title of the book, according to Alexander, is generated during a meeting he
doesnt attend, a meeting between executives at Simon & Schuster and, according to him, executives at various ABC television programs, including Good Morning
America, 20/20, and Nightline. During the
meeting, the Simon & Schuster executives, who are trying to line up coverage for
the book, are making their pitchthis renowned neurosurgeon visits the afterlife,
comes back with wondrous stories to tell
and toward the end of the meeting an ABC
executive asks if the Simon & Schuster execs can summarize what makes the book
important.
Its Proof of Heaven! someone blurts.
In his study, toward the end of our conversation, Alexander distances himself
from the title.
When they rst came to me with that title I didnt like it at all, he says. Because
I knew from my journey that it was very
clear to me that no human brain or mind,
no kind of scientic philosophical entity
will ever be able to know enough to say yes
or no to the existence of that realm or deity, because its so far beyond our human
understanding.
It is, he says, laughable and the highest form of folly, of hubris to think that
anyone could ever prove heaven. I
knew, he says, that proof in a scientic
sense was ridiculous. I mean, no one could
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have that.
We talk five weeks later by Skype. Hes
in a hotel in Vancouver, at the beginning of
a one-and-a-half-week stint of speaking engagements and book signings. He looks relaxed, serene, wearing another buttondown shirt, smiling into the Internet. Hes
excited to be on the road, he says, eager to
spread his message of hope. He hasnt had
surgical privileges since October 2007, but
he still views himself as a healer.
I remind him of what he said about his
books title during our previous meeting,
and ask whether there were any parts of the
books contents he would concede are similarly hyperbolic. He says no, there are not.
And he now says that not even the title is,
strictly speaking, inaccurate. It just doesnt
go far enough. This is so much more than a
Proof of Heaven, he says. Proof of Heaven
is kind of a minuscule little claim compared
to what is really there.
We talk about rainstorms and intubations and chemically induced comas, and I
can see it in his face, the moment he knows
for sure that the story Ive been working on
is not the one he wanted me to tell.
What Im worried about, he says, is
that youre going to be so busy trying to
smash out these little tiny res that youre
going to miss the big point of the book.
I ask whether an account of his professional struggles should have been included
in a book that rests its authority on his professional credentials.
He says no, because medical boards in
various states investigated the malpractice allegations and concluded he could retain his license. And besides, thats all in
the past. The fact of the matter, he says
of the suits, is they dont matter at all to
me. . . . You cannot imagine how minuscule
they appear in comparison to what I saw,
where I went, and the message that I bring
back.
His survival is a miracle, he says. His
doctors told him that he is alive when he
should be dead, and he believes intensely that he is alive for a reason, to spread the
word about the love awaiting us all in heaven. To heal.
By focusing on the inconsistencies in his
story, on recollections that dont seem to
add up, on a court-documented history of
revising facts, on the distinctions between
natural and medically induced comas,
he says, is to miss the forest for the trees.
Thats all misleading stuff, irrelevant to his
journey and story.
Toward the end, theres a note of pleading in his voice.
I just think that youre doing a grave disservice to your readers to lead them down
a pathway of thinking that any of that is, is
relevant. And I just, I really ask, as a friend,
dont . . .
The walls are light blue at the bottom
and darker blue toward the top, like the
May sky. There are owers everywhere,
purple and pink and white, sprouting from
pots and oating in clear glass bowls. On a
bright orange altar at the rear of the room,
multiple swatches of cloth, yellow and red
and green, hang from a life-sized golden statue of Buddha. The Dalai Lama reclines in a cushioned throne in front of the
altar, under the Buddha. Hes wearing a red
robe with a yellow shoulder band that loops
around and drapes over one of his arms,
leaving the other arm, which is as smooth
and hairless as a childs, exposed. Alexander is wearing a robe, too, but its a standard
black convocation robe. Hes sitting a few
feet to the left of the Dalai Lama, in a smaller chair. Both are here to speak at the graduation ceremony of Maitripa College, a
Buddhist college in Portland, Oregon. Alexander is slated to speak rst, and when he
begins, the Dalai Lama cocks his head in a
quizzical way and peers at him through his
thick glasses.
Alexander tells his story like hes told
it so many times before, in his soft, southern, condent burr. He tells the audience
about the wondrous realm he visited, about
the all-powerful and all-loving God he encountered there, and about some of the lessons hes brought back to earth. He says
that among those lessons is the fact that reincarnation is real, and that knowing death
is only ever temporary has helped him understand how a loving God can permit so
many tragedies and hardships and hurdles in the physical realm. As he did a few
months ago, when Gretchen Carlson asked
him whether the dead schoolchildren from
Newtown remembered their slaughter,
he offers comfort and hope. I came to see
all of those hardships as gifts, he says, as
beautiful opportunities for growth.
The Dalai Lama is not a native English
speaker, and when its his turn to speak, he
does so much less smoothly than Alexander, sometimes stopping and snapping his
ngers when a word escapes him, or turning to his interpreter for help when hes really stuck. He is not using notes, and the impression he gives is that of a man speaking
off the cuff. He opens with a brief discourse
about the parallels between the Buddhist
and Shinto conceptions of the afterlife,
and then, after glancing over at Alexan-
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der, changes the subject. He explains that
Buddhists categorize phenomena in three
ways. The rst category are evident phenomena, which can be observed and measured empirically and directly. The second
category are hidden phenomena, such as
gravity, phenomena that cant be seen or
touched but can be inferred to exist on the
basis of the rst category of phenomena.
The third category, he says, are extremely
hidden phenomena, which cannot be measured at all, directly or indirectly. The only access we can ever have to that third category of phenomena is through our own
rst-person experience, or through the
rst-person testimony of others.
Now, for example, the Dalai Lama says,
his sort of experience.
He points at Alexander.
For him, its something reality. Real.
But those people who never sort of experienced that, still, his mind is a little bit sort
of . . . He taps his ngers against the side of
his head. Different! he says, and laughs
a belly laugh, his robes shaking. The audience laughs with him. Alexander smiles a
tight smile.
For that also, we must investigate, the
Dalai Lama says. Through investigation
we must get sure that person is truly reliable. He wags a nger in Alexanders direction. When a man makes extraordinary
claims, a thorough investigation is required, to ensure that person reliable, never telling lie, and has no reason to lie.
Then he changes the subject, starts talking about a massive project to translate ancient Tibetan texts.
Alexander listens quietly, occasionally dgeting with the program in his hands.
Hes a long way from home, and even further from the man he once was. Its been
a dizzying journey, but his path forward
seems set. Hes told people that God granted him so much knowledge, so much wisdom, so many secrets, that he will have to
spend his entire life unpacking it all, doling
it out bit by bit. Hes already working on the
follow-up to Proof of Heaven. In the meantime, anyone can pay sixty dollars to access
his webinar guided meditation series, Discover Your Own Proof of Heaven, and hes
been consulting with a pair of experts in
archaeoacoustics to re-create some of the
music that he heard while on his journey.
You can even pay to join him on a healing
journey through Greece.
In his past life, Alexander went through
some hard times, but those hard times are
far behind him now.
He is in a better place.
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