BUGS & BYTES,
In Bigger Prints

Table of Contents

 

Section I
PROLOGUE, EPILOGUE, IKLOG (O MANOK?)

1 The Egg

2 Hatsing! (Bless Me)

3 Arthropodic Wisdom

4 Dear Decision Maker

5 Letters To The World

6   A Pain In My Head

7 Something Happened On My Way To School
8   A Discourse on The Grand Laws of the Universe

9 Black or White

10 Bayanihan in Jeddah

11 Chair of The Interim Board

12 Breakaway Telephonic Existence

13 The 'R' in Mrs. Regis

14 One City, One School

15 Eggs Breaking

16 PESJ History

17 The Chicken Fence

18 Believing The Man

19   My Own Version of The Jolo-Caust

20 My Sister's Version

21 The Rifle Guitar

22   Cat Stevens Unplugged

23  Landing on D-Day

24 The Great O-O-Os of the Late 20th Century

25 He Kept On Stumbling Over Chickens And Eggs

26   The Renaissance of Tilapia Farming And The Likes

27   The Saga Continues

28   The Pigeons In Our Lives

29 The Essence of Education

30   A School Is A Home

31  Gentle Fire From The Qur'an

32  At The Threshold

33  A Brief Discourse On Dancing

34  Being First

35   At The Edge of Light-Blue Metallic

36   Grappling With The Colossus

 

Section II
BUGS & BYTES
In Bigger Prints

The Power To Be
Excerpts from B & B Vol. 1 # 1

Of Crabs & Men
Excerpts from B & B Vol. 2 # 2

PathWalks
Excerpts from B & B Vol. 2 # 2

An Inability To Understand
Excerpts from A Speech by Prince Charles,
B & B Vol. Vol. 3 # 1

'Educating Miriam'
Excerpts from A Case Study of A Philippine School,
B & B Vol 3 # 2

 

Section III
BABEL RISING

A millennial short story

 

A Glossary of Pilipino
(& Near-Pilipino) Terms
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Prologue, Epilogue, Iklog (O Manok?)
Copyright 1999 by Said Sadain, Jr.

20   My Sister's Version

I wanted to learn more about some details of the February war so I e-mailed my sister Sang in Illinois, inquiring about dates.

After a few days, she replied with several pages long of Internet research that she said she did about the topic using Yahoo and Lycos and Webcrawler. She was sorry she could not find any much material about the event itself, but here were some related literature about Sulu and about American wars in the Philippines in the early to middle 20th century:

PROVINCIAL PROFILE OF SULU
FAST FACTS

Capital : Jolo
Area : 1,600 sq. km.
Population : 470,000
Cities : none
No. of Towns : 18

LOCATION

Sulu lies midway between Basilan and Tawi-Tawi in southern Mindanao. It is surrounded by the Sulu Sea on the north and west, the Mindanao Sea on the east, and the Celebes Sea on the south.

THE LAND

The province consists of four island groups - Jolo, Pangutaran, Tapul, and Samales - that cover 157 islands and islets. Jolo is the name of the capital town, the island on which the town is located ….

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What a Way to Spend a War: Navy Nurse POWs in the Philippines
Dorothy Still Danner

Reviews and Commentary From The Publisher:
Nonfiction Large Print Edition

By the time Corregidor fell in 1942, prisoners of the Japanese in Manila included eleven U.S. Navy nurses. They endured deprivation …

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They Were Expendable
William Lindsay White W.L. White

Reviews and Commentary From The Publisher:

A national bestseller when it was originally published in 1942 and the subject of a 1945 John Ford film featuring John Wayne, They Were Expendable offers an account of Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron Three's heroic actions during the disastrous Philippine campaign early in World War II….

I protested to Sang, "No, no, I do not need any Harrison Ford film for my book. And do not give me your scholarly doctoral dissertation piece about it either. Just tell me what it was like spending Valentine’s in a war with whatever details you can remember, especially the dates, sort of like a school ‘What I did last summer’ composition.

After a couple more days, she e-mailed me this school-composition account:

February 28, 1999

Dear Kah Jun,

Salaam. Sorry for the delayed response to your message. I was replaying the event in my mind which is both a frightening and exciting experience for a 12-year old kid during that time. I'm not really sure when the events started, probably the first week of Feb. (4?), however you can also ask Mamang and Papang. I can however remember our great grandmother's death on Dec. 29 (Innocence Day), few months before the war. Then the rest of the kids were taken by Papang to Zamboanga City leaving you and me as the older kids and Amina and Yusra. We were left behind in Jolo because both of us were waiting for our graduation from elementary and high school and the 2 small kids were just too young to be separated from Mamang.

If I recall it correctly, a loud boom at the airport followed by a barrage of gunfire were heard in the early morning. We stayed in the house for one day and one night (without electricity) before it got burned down the following day in late afternoon. Most of the time during the day we hid under the dining table in the first floor. Little Yus was fond of hiding under the bed while singing "Mabuhay ang Pilipino". Pah Asmala came to the house to get his children and he was inviting Mamang to take us all with them to the mountains. Fortunately, Mamang made a good decision for us not to go.

When the fire finally came to our house, we threw some of our ready-packed sacks to the other side of the fence where there was a marshy area while some were just slid down the front stairs. I think we were able to save most of our belongings because the fire stopped at the balcony of the stairs and the covered bridge at the front was not touched by the fire.

I think I was only carrying with me the milk of Yus and Amy during the entire moving around. I remember Nur-aina, our cousin, complaining about her bleeding shoulder from carrying heavy things when we were back safe in ZC. We ran to the Protestant (Lopston?) compound across the street to get away from the burning house but we got more exposed to the danger of being hit by flying bullets in that open field.

From there we went to upper San Raymundo to Pah (??) house. We stayed there and had our meal of rice porridge flavored with sugar or salt. We slept there for a while on floors, tables and chairs before we were told to go to the general hospital near the PC headquarters because it was safer there. During our march to the hospital, I remember seeing burnt posts which looked like lighted Xmas trees at night and walking through a road lined with heavily armed men with flashlights and peeking through everyone's baggage. I think we slept the rest of the night at the grounds of the hospital. In the morning, Dra. Estampador, Mamang's obstetrician and pediatrician helped us get a place inside the hospital. I think this was already the 3rd day or 4th day? While in the hospital, I could see snipers from other far buildings running back and forth. At the hospital grounds some people seemed to be in a picnic mood, frying food and pancakes (there were rice, flour, sugar, oil, canned foods, etc. that were rationed to the refugees) while some were crying in pain from the wounds inflicted by bullets.

In the afternoon we went to the pier and I remember seeing dead bodies lying on the streets, covered by newspapers. We went to the Bureau of Customs office and I saw some smeared blood and scattered flesh on the walls. I also remember going into those empty houses on stilts in the pier to answer the call of nature with Ninang. We had to cross a high and narrow cemented bridge that I almost backed out for fear of falling into the sea. As late night approaches, people were scampering to get into the navy ship. We had to hold on very strongly to each other in order not to get separated from the group. Apuh Dayang (Mamang Anna) who was tugging Amy with her got her gripping loose and they were left behind. But Mamang thought that Apuh Dayang was worried of the house belongings left behind and Bapah Abdul was staying behind any way. Fortunately nothing happened to them and they reached ZC 2 days(?) later. In Zamboanga, I remember Papang kept on going back and forth to the pier to check for them.

In the navy ship, soldiers were helping the people climb in and it seemed like I was just being thrown from one person to another (maybe they were just doing it to kids because they were small people). We were cramped into the open area of the ship. We just have to put our heads down on our bags in order to get some sleep. Nur-aina was complaining of an old man who was throwing out his collected urine into the sea and getting them blown back to her face by the wind.

Well, I think you just wanted to know from me the dates but I ended up telling my story. You can also try to juggle Mamang's memory. Mamang was having Wafia that time and she didn't even know that she was pregnant.

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