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.

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

The joint school location transfers to a re-unified campus led to one side benefit: it enabled the Philippine Jeddah consulate general to also move out of its cramped, old building adjacent to the cramped, old school.

The Philippine mission settled into a very decent mansion with a large courtyard for community activities. It was finally able to break away from the crippling encumbrances of looking after an impaired school that should not have been a burden to the consulate in the first place.

It was in its new location that the Philippine Jeddah consulate received the official visit of then Vice-President Joseph Estrada, and where the Filipina diva, Nora Aunor, sang her heart out to gain a lot of OFW family votes for the future president. The event was probably the largest gathering of the Filipino community in Jeddah ever. The consulate grounds was brimming up to its fences and rooftops with a holiday crowd that spilled out into the streets of Jeddah for several blocks.

This record, I reckon, can only be surpassed in the future by another visit of now-President Joseph Estrada, with the same Nora Aunor. Just to be doubly sure, Fernando Poe, Jr. should tag along to belt out a solo ‘Sapagkat tayo ay tao lamang’.

These days, Joseph Estrada spends his days dispensing bugs and bytes of wisdom about Mindanao such as this admonition to the MILF about its Lost Commands: "You cannot just tell me they do not belong to your organization. They are with you in your religion," or advising Salamat and Misuari to work together because "anyway, they’re all the same Muslims."

He may yet be the Great O-O-O to solve this primordial problem once and for all.

Other great men and women had failed.

In early 1986 when my young family was still in Manila and I was alone in Jeddah barely starting to appreciate Saudi football, I took pain to follow on TV the EDSA people power revolution. I sat transfixed in front of the tube, in between football and World Wrestling Federation matches, in awe at how Filipinos looked so much real and natural on the boob tube like those late-night Egyptian epics. My wife told me over the phone that she went out to EDSA once with her brother and distributed some boiled eggs but did not stay out long. I thought I saw some people on TV offering those tank soldiers some baskets full of eggs, but I did not catch any glimpse of Liza or her brother.

In retrospect, I now realize that those basket people were actually penoy vendors.

I also caught a portion of a TV coverage of a renegade, warm-blooded Moro with armalite in his arms pledging support to fight for Corazon Aquino to the last. Cory must have been inspired by that show of courage and defiance, since early on, after being crowned as the President of the Republic, she forayed into the jungles of Sulu to look personally at those automatic firearms and tried to solve the Mindanao problems single-handedly. In Jeddah, at his own White House, MNLF Chairman Nur Misuari was euphoric at the thought that the death of his comrade, the Greater-Than-Life Ninoy Aquino, was worth every minute of their previous meetings. That euphoria must have been such that even when President Corazon Aquino chickened out of a deal later, the euphoria carried over into the can-do, Kaya Natin Ito! era of President Fidel Ramos.

 

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