Miguel Syjuco is no Stieg Larsson

After a very long time, I have already finished "Ilustrado" by Miguel Syjuco, one of NY Times' notable book of the year and winner of the Carlos Palanca and Man Asian Literary Prizes. I saw his book last year at the Barnes and Noble 5th Avenue window and I never imagined that it's written by a Filipino. Then came the book reading / discussion event at the Philippine Consulate and bought the book and let him sign it. While they are discussing the book, I got a gist of what is all about and commented that Syjuco is the Philippines' Stieg Larsson.Syjuco even wrote it in my copy.

But upon reading Syjuco's book, I realized I'm so wrong. Though both their books tackle the ills of their respective countries' society ( Philippines and Sweden)and both touched both countries' history (though Syjuco's is so extensive and totally fictional) the differences lie in it's story telling. Stieg Larsson uses a style that even a typical New Yorker would understand and enjoy while on his way to work on a subway. Ilustrado is intricately woven and even sometimes confusing because of the frequent change of topic in the narrative.

Both used stories about deaths in the main characters. But Syjuco played on the idea of a fictional Philippine history sparked by public opinion and sensationalism of the media.

Both works should be read. I only wrote this to retract my statement on Ilustrado being compared to Stieg Larsson's "Millenium" series. Tomorrow, I'll start reading the third book "The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest" to finish off the "Millenium". I am so behind my reading. Blame it on twitter, pod casts and television.

Sister Act: Gospel Meets 70's Rock

It was drizzling and cold but that has not stopped me from going to Broadway last night. I usually go to TKTS (that ticket office below the ruby stairs in Time Square)for last minute discounted tickets whenever I am stressed out during the week. I go there after work without any particular show on mind. Last time, I saw the preview of Priscilla Queen of the Desert at a fraction of a cost and I never regretted watching the show. Now that I am back on blogging, I want to start the wave of my blog reviews through Sister Act: A Divine Musical Comedy.

Inspired by the Sister Act movie, the show was top-billed by Patina Miller who plays Deloris Van Cartier aka Sis. Mary Clarence, a Philadelphia showgirl who witnessed a crime committed by her goon boyfriend Curtis Jackson (played by Kingsley Leggs). She was given refuge by the Sisters of the Queen of Angels headed by a Mother Superior played by Victoria Clark. The music has been cleverly woven into a mix of all genres ranging from 70's disco Gospel, Gregorian chant, 80's love song, Bee Gees, Hip hop, Rap, Soul, R and B (you name it!). Unbelievable choreography was created to suit the music and glittery wardrobe worn by the cast. I was not expecting the outstanding production design from the wardrobe up to the set. I was expecting nuns in boring black and white habits but the show broke all boundaries by putting glitter in all the scenes. The altar with a giant statue of the Virgin Mary was propped with stained glass art, typical of Catholic churches, changing colors imitating the lights of a 70's disco. The statue itself of the Virgin Mary glittered and revolved in the end, just like a disco ball which narrow-minded critics may decry sacrilege! A surprise ending of course was the appearance of the pope(his back to the audience) emerging in the conductor's position. I was even confused if the guy who played pope was really the orchestra conductor dressed as the pope.

I was tweeting and checking out reviews and other social media in between breaks of the show and even followed @SisterActBway. It was so sweet of Ceasar Samayoa, (the actor who played Pablo, the funny Latino goon, on the heels of Deloris out to lynch her) to thank me for being in the audience last night. I congratulated him and the cast for a job well done.

Sister Act teaches us the values of friendship (being with your friends on whatever weather), charity (helping someone in need), and acceptance (respect of each other whatever the person's orientation). It also reminds us that singing is the highest form of praise. So sing your heart out for God to hear you. I became also interested with the Isaiah 55:12 (spoken by one of the nuns while Deloris went out of the convent) :

"For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap [their] hands."

Sister Act is not even open yet. I only saw a preview. I wonder if the pope will attend its premiere at the Broadway Theater on April 20, Holy Wednesday, for its opening.

Defying Gravity

It has been my dream, when I was sick to have pics of me caught defying gravity, that is being caught by the camera on air while jumping on major landmarks in New York. When Francis Arvy Olarte , my cousin, visited me here I seized the chance. And like all my dreams it came true. But he only shot photos in Time Square and Liberty State Park maybe because I was too tired to jump on the last leg of his trip.

On another note, I just want to blog this to convey that I am a simple guy with simple dreams and I can't fathom that God gave me these blessings that come my way.

Chase your dreams, y'all and defy gravity. Just fly high above the sky.

The Unfinished Blog that was Never Published

I am so back! And I am now a different person. Different city, different friends, different social networking sites (I was laughing at the friendster link on this page when I revisited this blog. I went back to blogging because of the inspiration given by my blogger friends (please see fave blogs link. It was so hard for me to recount the past 2 years, but that is the only way to revive this blog.

But what really happened on from February 2009 till March 2011? Time quickly passed by. 25 March 2011, I left the Philippines for my assignment in New York and that same year, the dawn of Easter Sunday, I succumbed to a heart attack. Alone in the concrete jungle I slept for three weeks. I woke up with my dad and cousin looking after me at the ICU of the New York Presbyterian Hospital, with tubes around my body.

July 27, 2009:Joey (my brother) comforted me because I am so nervous as I await the heart transplant procedure. It's just the two of us that time. He's the only wall I could lean on.

When I woke up after the heart transplant I desperately want to complete this blog with my shaky right hand on my hospital bed and here it goes:

"So there I was boarding my own Titanic seems liked a grueling trip to NYC. With a hurried pre departure orientation seminar and physical exam. Carpathia finally arrived in the foot of Liberty with a sick Jerick. It’s a struggle going to the office everyday, though its just a block away. Hypothermia almost killed me because of hypothyrodism. Soon my hotel allowance began to expire and I have to go own my own. But before that I explored the whole stretch of the Time Square from the 32nd to the 50th which is quite a surprise. My swollen feet brought me to Commack NY, to strangers that became part of my family. JR and Ivy are more than friends to me. They adopted me as family and I will not forget them forever that I owe them this, my second life…. Forever. In a brink of light I miss Abby and Danny which considered me as their own blood just like their parents. My regular routine was boarding the train at 8:06 at King’s park and my last stop is either Babylon or a transit to Huntington for King’s park. One night I just talked to my real estate agent when Ivy almost dragged me to the hospital. I’m very pale then and my foot as huge as a gourd. I could barely move and they brought me to Southside Hospital at Deer Park. I was moved to the ICU which surprise me the most."

And it ends there. I tried to continue it but I guess the rest was history.

I want to end this blog by sharing this message by my cousin Chris at my multiply account (please excuse the message's rawness)

The Journey

It’s been a long journey that happened so fast. When I first came to New York and visited you at the hospital, you are asleep and we don’t if you hear us or not. We don’t know if you’re going to wake up or not. The first time I saw you awake and moving I was really shock and I can’t hardly believe it. Through prayers every night it happened. Till it came that Joey is coming from the Pnas. Nung ako ay paalis ng Pilipinas ang sabi ko kina Joey at sa mga Mommy na 3 weeks lang ako. Sabi ko sa kanila, “sa loob ng 3 weeks marami ng pedeng mangyari”. Si Joey nun namomoblema pa rin sa visa nya. Akala namin hindi na magawan ng paraan na makapunta sya dito. Sa unang week ko dito nagising ka, by second week nakakagalaw kana, nakakuha ng visa si Joey, nakakaupo ka na, medyo nakakain na at medyo nakapagsasalita na. Sabi ko sayo nun tuloy ang laban at “Nothing Will go wrong”. Ngayong ginagawa ko itong sulat na ito, inooperahan ka. I still believe nothing will go wrong. Marami ka na pinagdaan at hindi lang sa ganito matatapos ang pinaghirapan at pinagdasalan natin. It’s quite an amazing adventure to me to be here in New York. I’ve learned a lot and most of all nakita ko kung ano talaga ang nangyari at pinagdaanan mo. Sa Saturday pauwi na ako. Gusto ko pag nagkausap ulit tayo maayos ka na magsalita, nakapaglalakad na at maaring pumapasok ka na. Lagi ka lang magdadasal. Hwag mo masyado planuhin lahat, araw araw maraming pede mangyari. At minsan may mas magandang nangyayari pag hindi mo inaasahan. Ingat kayo lagi.

Chris

"Win"
Dark is the night
I can weather the storm
Never say die
I've been down this road before
I'll never quit
I'll never lay down, mm
See I promised myself that I'd never let me down

I'll never give up
Never give in
Never let a ray of doubt slip in
And if I fall I'll never fail
I'll just get up and try again
Never lose hope
Never lose faith
There's much too much at stake
Upon myself I must depend
I'm not looking for place or show

I'm gonna win
No stopping now
There's still a ways to go, oh
Someway, somehow
Whatever it takes, I know
I'll never quit, no no
I'll never go down, mm, mm
I'll make sure they remember my name
A hundred years from now

When it's all said and done
My once in a lifetime will be back again
Now is the time
To take a stand
Here is my chance
That's why I'll... Mmm, I'm gonna win"

Thank God for all the blessings! Thank God for another life! With Him on my side I need not fear anymore.