Tuesday, June 21, 2011

A Taste of Yin Yang Symphony

Cuisine, despite its delicious nuances, has a very unappetizing side of being a cutthroat enterprise. The first ever meal or dining experience will be sufficient validation to send a chef or entrepreneur’s ambition towards the high threshold of worship, or spinning downwards into a merciless, grinding collapse. The increasing saturation of trendy and luxurious dining concept saw that an establishment suffering from identity crises will have an even more daunting task of wooing the ever fickle public.

Zong, a trailblazer of elegant and modern interpretation of Chinese cuisine understands the concept of being a solid, authentic brand, founded on well-defined differentiating attributes. It keeps on evolving, as witnessed in the recent relaunch at the flagship restaurant in The Fort Strip, Fort Bonifacio.

ZONG MASTERS: Entrepreneur JOSHUA TIU (left) & Executive Chef, CHEF ONNO (right)
Elegance is the dominant key: from the finely calibrated restaurant logomark to the Interiors that have been repurposed with restrained, sophisticated palette, the place exudes a relaxed confidence and cosy vibe—fitting ambience for the culinary fireworks by recently promoted Executive Chef, Chef Onno.   

Hot Prawn Salad
 Whereas Chef Onno’s masterly-orchestrated lunch menu sealed shut all nagging skepticisms, visionary dining entrepreneur Joshua Tiu, reinforced the hallmarks of the Zong Brand with a flawless, persuasive fifteen minute run through. (Even the press packs and slides in his presentation reflect the modernist design aesthetic with its well-selected typography, stunning photography and well-structured layouts. Surely this signals an inescapable truth: everything down to often-overlooked details did not escape obsessive scrutiny.)

Caramelized Porkloin
Tiu, cajoled corps of competitive bloggers and jaded editors with a reaffirmation of Zong’s Food Philiosophy rooted on the cornerstone of its culinary design:  achieving balance of the yin and yang through nourishment. He declares further:

“There is always a balance in color, flavors, and textures. However, belief in the importance of following the principles of yin and yang in the diet extends further. Certain foods are thought to have yin, or “cooling” properties, while others have warm, “yang” properties. The challenge is to consume a diet that contains a healthy balance between the two.”

Advancing this principle Tiu also touched on three things:

Curry Beef
NO MSG POLICY: “We make sure that whenever we bring a meal to your table, it is prepared with only the freshest of ingredients. At ZONG, we understand that the integrity of a dish stems from skillful preparation married with care and respect for each individual ingredient. We prefer to keep our recipes absolutely MSG free. We strive to conjure up inventive dishes that preserve natural flavors.”

NO SERVICE CHARGE POLICY: “We take customer service very seriously. We make sure that our guests come first. This is why we believe that you should never pay for service. Our chain leaves it up to our guests to decide the appropriate gratuity.”

LAUNCH OF ZONG’S INTERACTIVE WEBSITE: (Aside from partnering with City Delivery available in the FORT, Alabang and Quezon City branches.) “Our customers can now sign up using their Facebook accounts for the latest happenings and promotions. They can also read their daily fortunes in our interactive website.”

Cuttle Fish
There was a hint of a continental crossover—Zong will launch its first international branch but Tiu vigilantly admonished attendees not to get all too excited until the whole venture is fully rooted.
Meanwhile local fans as well as the uninitiated need not whip out their passports and go through troubles of customs scrutiny to enjoy contemporary Chinese cuisine. A redefined dining experience can begin with a single CLICK.

(Monday would like to thank Ms. Gemma Batoon and Mr. Ferdi Salvador for the cordial accommodation during the event.)

Monday, June 20, 2011

See The Unseen In CINEMALAYA 2011

(MEDIA RELEASE). Thirty one digital films in competition, plus more than a hundred in exhibition, new sections, and a second festival venue all make Cinemalaya bigger and better this year.  With the tagline “See the Unseen”, Cinemalaya films this year tackle such themes as passion, memory, truth, despair, obsession, terror and splendor.

Cinemalaya will reach a wider audience as it will be held in two places at the same time:  its main venue at the Cultural Center of the Philippines, CCP Complex and at Greenbelt 3 in Makati City, in cooperation with Ayala Theaters Management.  The addition of Greenbelt 3 as a second major venue for the festival is part of the vision of Cinemalaya organizers to make the Festival more accessible to the growing number of audiences that attend Cinemalaya.  

Now on its seventh year, Cinemalaya is a project of the Cinemalaya Foundation, Cultural Center of the Philippines (CCP), Film Development Council of the Philippines and Econolink Investments, Inc. It is an all-digital film festival that aims to discover, encourage and honor cinematic works of Filipino filmmakers that boldly articulate and freely interpret the Filipino experience with fresh insight and artistic integrity.
Two theaters at Greenbelt 3 will be dedicated to Cinemalaya on July 16-24, 2011.  The films to be shown at Greenbelt will be those in competition in the New Breed Full Length Feature category, the Short Feature Category, the Directors Showcase, and NETPAC Philippine Premieres.  The films of the new Focus Asia section of Cinemalaya will also be shown at Greenbelt.

 At the CCP, the Festival will be held in seven venues. The opening ceremony is slated on July 15, 6:00 pm followed by the festival opening film at the CCP Main Theater. The Cinemalaya Awards Night will be held on July 24, 7:00 pm at the same venue.

1.        Amok (Amok) by Lawrence Fajardo
2.       Ang Babae sa Septic Tank (The Woman in the Septic Tank) by Marlon Rivera and Chris Martinez
3.       Ang Sayaw ng Dalawang Kaliwang Paa (The Dance of Two Left Feet) by Alemberg Ang and Alvin Yapan
4.       Bahay Bata (Baby Factory) by Eduardo W. Roy, Jr. and Jerome Zamora
5.       Cuchera by Joseph Israel M. Laban
6.       I-libings: Your Loss, Our Luck (E-funerals) by Rommel Andreo Sales
7.       Ligo na U, Lapit Na Me by Noel Ferrer, Jerry Gracio and Erick Salud
8.       Nino by Loy Arcenas
9.       Teoriya (Father’s Way) by Alistaire Christian E. Chan

1.       Bisperas (Eve) by Jeffrey Jeturian
2.       Busong (Palawan Fate) by Auraeus Solito
3.       Isda (Fable of the Fish) by Adolfo Alix Jr.
4.       Patikul by Joel C. Lamangan.

1.       Debut by Pamela Llanes Reyes
2.       Every Other Time by Gino M. Santos
3.       Hanapbuhay (Source of Living) by Henry Frejas
4.       Hazard by Mikhail Red
5.       Immanuel by Gabriel “Gio” Puyat
6.       Nino Bonito by Rommel “Milo” Tolentino
7.       Oliver’s Apartment by Misha Balangue
8.       Samarito (Samaritan) by Rafael L. Santos
9.       Un Diutay Mundo (One Small World) by Ana Carlyn V. Lim
10.   Walang Katapusang Kwarto (An Endless Room) by Emerson Reyes

For more tickets and information, please call the CCP Box Office at 832-3704 and CCP Media Arts at 832-1125 local 1204/05 or visit the CCP website at www.culturalcenter.gov.ph and www.cinemalaya.org

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Pastel and Combat Boots

Pastel and Combat Boots
Notes from the field at the first Bike for Peace in Maguindanao and Cotabato Province.By KARL R. De MESA (Deputy Editor)

The ground is filled with the overlapping prints of combat boots. The mess hall reeks of sweat, steamed rice and trampled grass. The cadets consume their food on the beat, to the voice of their trainers’ count.

Photography by Dominic Calalo
Where we are is Camp Siongco in Maguindanao. It’s a literal stone’s throw from the Cotabato City airport and it’s also the headquarters of the 6th Infantry Division of the Philippine Army. The nickname of the division is Kampilan - a long, broad bladed sword of Moro origin, the same tapered weapon used by the Maranaos since the days of yore.

Around 1,000 personnel of mixed divisions populate the base excluding the cadets we’re now regarding. Colonel George Avila, Commander of the 6th Army Training Group oversees this whole operation of honing civilian mush into veritable swords fit for soldiery.

“Understanding local culture is essential in teaching our operational courses,” says Avila. “We want them to be critical which you may not expect from a military course. Out here, we need to be more adaptive to the environment.” 

We’re here to cover the first ever Bike for Peace event in Mindanao courtesy of the Office of the Presidential Advisor on the Peace Process (OPAPP) and Avila’s thoughts on adaptation coupled with tolerant understanding are words to live by. They’re keys to the intricate puzzle that makes up the peace talks in South Central Mindanao. 

Maguindanao and North Cotabato, though blessed with the kind of scenic landscapes that would make eco-tourists wet their pants, are far from ideal vacation spots.

Aside from its history of violence from the government’s long standing conflict with the Bangsamoro freedom groups like the Moro National Liberation Front (MNLF) and Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF), clan feuds make the city fringes erupt in sporadic fire fights, and praxis seizures for political power and wealth (exhibit A, the Maguindanao Massacre of 2009) have put these provinces on the margins of the country’s economic growth. And there’s the Abu Sayyaf.    

“The land here is very fertile,” explains Marvic Leonen, chief negotiator for the government’s peace panel (also Dean of the UP College of Law). “But there are many areas where they are left idle. The lands are titled but the owners are unsure if they can harvest or plant. Business men do not want to invest because of the security question. Imagine the human capital we’ve lost because of this conflict.”

Human capital meaning the infant mortality in the Autonomous Region of Muslim Mindanao (ARMM), of which Maguindanao is a part of, is the highest in the country. Put that in contrast to life expectancy, which is the lowest in the Republic -- stopping at an approximate of 51 years old – and you’ve got a recipe for a strange land that would like to rise but is hobbled by the very elements that make it unique.    

“Definitely these [Bike for Peace] events are a great gesture in furtherance of the peace process,” adds Leonen.  

What he’s talking about is 36 kilometers on a mostly uphill route from Cotabato City Hall to the town of Upi, in Northern Cotabato. It’s scheduled to be attacked by an expected 400 plus cyclists; from local mountain bike enthusiasts, international monitoring groups from Malaysia and other countries, and members of the various agencies that make up the government’s peace panel.    

The route itself is ideally a metaphor for the peace process. The Bangsamoros’ struggle has its roots planted in the 1960s as an independence movement, the Tripoli Agreement of 1976 crafted the framework agreement that would, in 1987, later become the ARMM – the Constitutional provision that would be the basis for the Moro people’s right to self-determination.   

While “disagreements” in the proviso’s details led to even more armed conflict, the ceasefire in 1997 calmed the groups enough to begin formal negotiations. The government under former Presidents Estrada (with his “All Out War” edict in 2000 throwing the region into a battlefield and to the fall of many MILF camps) and Arroyo (disrupted talks in 2003 and 2008) bogged down and suffered and added the sum of IDPs (internationally displaced person) to the symptoms of the region’s ills.

Which is why, after decades, having Malaysia as a third party participant-observer in the peace talks means a new outlook to everyone involved.

Prof Abhoud Syed Lingga, chief negotiator for the MILF and Executive Director of the Institute of Bangsamoro Studies (IBS), extols the virtues of such an approach in his paper “Role of Third Parties in the Mindanao Peace Process.” 

He writes, ”Third party intervention in intra-state conflicts was not welcomed because it was perceived by states as interference in their domestic affairs. This attitude is changing as in recent years major violent conflicts originated at the domestic level within the state, rather than between states.”

It all just means that you can’t walk around with your head in a tizzy in Cotabato. A ceasefire is not peace, see. A cursory hunt for iced cream was an experience in being observed by the whole street. Me and my photographer went to nearly each sari sari store and carinderia on each side of the boulevard that was in sight of our hotel. There’s nary a Cornetto anywhere

The people here are wary, observant and very quiet. We stick out like sore thumbs at a palm convention. Not that the people aren’t friendly enough. No, their courtesies are impeccable. 

Lt Col Lambert Jonathan Gesolgon is our liaison officer. Everybody calls him Jigs, so we’ll do the same.

He’s young and sharp and savvy with technology. He’s an “ethical hacker” by his own admission. And he’s already done a background check on all of us a day into our stay. He produces private information like sleight of hand magic. We cringe and gasp at what he ‘s found out. He laughs easily and is tolerant of our civilian follies.

“We can easily be pessimistic about it,” he shrugs. “But optimism, especially for a soldier like me who’s about to ship out of this deployment soon, is the harder choice. I think that’s the way to a final peace agreement.”

That his choirboy looks clash with his severe white wall hair cut serves to highlight his easy going nature even more. Jigs is patient with us and bestows us with guest right. That means a well guarded place to sleep. Something not to scoff at in a place where the security risk level needs roadblocks on all major roads every couple of kilometres or so.

It is through his hospitality that we find ourselves riding a military-outfitted air boat at the Special Forces’ riverside base. The Tamontaka River is inhabited by alligators and other deadly wildlife, even as SF boats patrol the banks. Down the river up to where the fresh water meets the sea, we spot the gold-capped towers of the Bolkiah Mosque.   

The mosque is a sprawling, 5,000 square meter structure that will, when it’s completed later this year, be able to accommodate up to 1,500 of the faithful within its walls. Brunei has contributed a hefty sum to its construction and, from the sheer beauty of it as an architectural hymn to Allah, it looks like it’s been put to good use.

This may be a strange, dangerous land but every so often there are reminders of its sheer, exotic splendor. 

During meals we dined on the local staple pastel. Found in most of South Central Mindanao’s carinderias and in every soldier’s packed meal. Pastel is simple but exquisitely tasty combination of rice topped with chicken bits all wrapped inside a banana leaf. 

It’s a fixture at every roadside eatery. Soldiers carry it up to the mountains as a packed lunch. It’s also absolutely great with beef or vegetables.

“One thing I’m proud of in these current talks is that we’re talking to a very responsive and reachable rebel group,” declares Wendell Orbeso, a peace program officer with OPAPP who spends much of his time on the field talking to MILF and MNLF representatives.

May 29 and it’s the day of the bike event. The cyclists gathered at the Palasyo ng Masa city hall of Cotabato and the ceremony of speeches is expedited because every one of the yellow clad riders are raring to be off. More than 500 people have registered for this and the numbers far surpass even the most modest expectations.
“Kapag may concern tayo pwede natin silang tawagan at makausap,” Orbeso adds. Plus, we’re meeting them on a regular basis. Two weeks from now I will meet with MILF members in Davao. This is supposed to be a group that’s hiding in the mountains? It’s still a bit weird for me.”

What’s weird, too, is that there are rumors that there are MILF members participating in the bike run. But that’s a piece of unconfirmed information. They may be among us but they’re not standing up for the head count.  
As we trail the cyclists in a van through the 36 kilometers from Maguindanao to North Upi it becomes clear how diverse the populace here is (the city is predominantly Christian) and how daily life, which yearns to build from a necessity of some stability, is the same as it is in the rest of the country.

While many display the ubiquitous stickers of “I Am for Peace in Mindanao” given out by OPAPP and the rest of the organizers, every so often scattered rallyists and protesters have lined up beside the road to express how they don’t think much of the event. 

Their banners say “Kasunduan Hindi Bike!” and “Speed Up Talks!” One group is composed mainly of school children, Muslims all, in sky blue uniforms with white hijab head covers for the girls. They hail from the Markadz Jamal Bin Abdulah elementary.

Still, the yellow clad riders zoom by many towns and villages with clapping spectators aplenty. At the top of the hill, near the finish line is where the indigenous Terurais (Tedurays) make their home. At this point of the race the cyclists feel the distance acutely. No room for jokes. Only bananas and hydration at each stopover are essential.
The culminating program at the town of Upi is celebratory and has the air of a kind of victory. After all, after all the informal meetings and exploratory talks in Kualal Lumpur, finally bringing the negotiations back to its home ground means progress. The fact that the MILF have abandoned their quest for an independent state is one of the most welcome news for negotiators like Leonen and peace officers like Orbeso.

It means at the very least that there is room to move. Room to compromise and live in tolerance together. Though a ceasefire is not peace, it’s a beginning. And I am for peace in Mindanao.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Encounter With The Mind-blowing Kind

Sick of yet another round of Justin Bieber? Another radio loop of “I Want To Be A Billionaire” motivating you to erupt into sugar packet-flinging spree on unsuspecting Starbucks clientele?
When and if you’re in the mood for non-manufactured mush we have just the right kind of rediscovery for you:
Our first encounter with the peculiarly/intriguingly-named group happened all the way back when we were doing our Optimism Issue and we met one of the band members under different circumstances. We left having a pretty good impression of the category-defying brand of music of the group and fast-track several months later we encountered the band perform live for the first time and felt we need a thesaurus to describe the experience.
Flourishing under the maverick umbrella of Terno Recordings, EWAY’s recent appearance during a Terno Inferno gig at SaGuijo bar was nothing short of electric. Although we flatter ourselves with a misguided belief that we are a bunch of myopic listeners and have good taste as far as listening preferences are concerned (note the utter lack of ego and complete humility in this sentence) the performance shredded our eardrums into inconvertible admiration.
Great thing that the superfantastic Up Dharma Down was always on their best and could hold their ground with such conviction, competence and confidence otherwise EWAY could have eclipsed them easily. (Yes, we are also acolytes in the musical temple of Up Dharma Down.)
EWAY however was a mind-mending set. It’s unfair to compare their unique brand of sound to anyone though we noted slivers from Hiroshima, Velvet Underground, Pink Floyd, Deepset, the exotic appeal of Led Zeppelin’s Kashmir, and the swelling sensation you get from Gabriel Fauré or the epic timbres from the scores of either Vangelis or Ennio Morricone.  
This is not blind worship.
Call it uncontainable enthusiasm and we want more encounters with EWAY.

Monday, February 14, 2011


There has been a sharp decline in positions for traditional media since the mid-2000s. Will editors soon become extinct? Will vanity publishing, bad writing and marketing grammar become as prevalent as emo haircuts?

Or will we resort to stringent peer review measures like the scientists?

From imechanica.org

"As human beings, editors may be far from self-effacing, but. . .They're the ghosts in the machine, the secret sharers, the anonymous power behind the throne." 

From the UK OBSERVER. 

Black day for the blue pencil

By Blake Morrison 

"Once they were key figures in literary publishing, respected by writers who acknowledged their contribution to shaping books. But, argues Blake Morrison, editors are now an endangered species."

Has editing had its day? A Dutch publisher recently described to me how a British author had sent her the first draft of his new book. Though a great admirer of his work, she felt that this time he hadn't done justice to his material. So they sat down together and mapped out a different perspective and storyline and he went away and rewrote the book. It's not often you hear publishers speak of being so frankly interventionist - and I wondered if that was why the author had sent his book to a Dutch editor, because this kind of intense collaborative process between author and editor no longer exists in Britain. 

A novelist friend, hearing the story, said: "When I hand in a book, I've usually been working on it for several years, so I like to think there'll be little left to do to it. But if I did need editing, I'm not sure, these days, I could get it." 

A graduate student of mine at Goldsmiths College expressed similar nostalgia in an email: "I have a notion of editors in days of yore," he wrote, "being straight-backed and terrifying, all integrity and no bullshit, responding to a vocational calling and above all driven by a love of the word, brave enough not only to champion the best but also to tell their authors whatever might be needed to improve the work. And that now such personalities are as distant a myth in publishing as yer Shanklys and yer Cloughs are to football, that sharp-dressed corporate beasts run the show, reluctant to make decisions of their own, and ill-equipped to challenge those who rule a star-led system, so that everyone from JK Rowling to David Eggers suffers from the lack of scissors that might have been to their benefit." 

Just after getting that email, I read about a literary conference at which both writers and agents were complaining that, because of the pressures they're under, modern-day editors simply don't have the time to edit. A news item about an initiative by Macmillan to encourage first novelists left a similar impression - the authors will receive royalties but no advances; however, if their books needed significant editing, they will have to pay for the services of a freelance editor, since no one can do it in-house. 

If editing is in decline, that's bad for literature. History suggests that while some authors work alone, more or less unaided, the majority benefit from editors - and that a few are utterly dependent on them. Take Thomas Wolfe, not the white-suited New Journalist and author of Bonfire of the Vanities, but the other Tom Wolfe, his outsize predecessor, a man of 6ft 6", who used to stand up while he was writing, using the top of a fridge as his desk. Clearly standing didn't inhibit Wolfe's productivity. The typescript of his first novel, as submitted to Scribner in New York, was more than 300,000 words - what a contemporary publisher would call "fuck-off long". But a young editor at Scribner, Maxwell Perkins, agreed to publish it, if Wolfe agreed to cut 90,000 words, and between them they did the job. . .


Monday, February 7, 2011

Silent Elegance

Nobody listed in Monday’s masthead is capable of sign language so one is forgiven to presume that booking a model who is deaf/mute for a major layout is an act of complete masochism.  
When the idea was mentioned to our editorial group, production head, art team and sittings editor, nervous glances were exchanged. Based on the facial expressions the implicit and collective protest would be worded this way: How in God’s decomposing earth can you art-direct a deaf/mute person?! 
But this magazine’s creative team has the taste for the impossible. The overenthusiastic group saw beyond the limitation and imagined the elegant possibilities in model Christine Balaguer’s profile. Thankfully we ended with neat layouts.
Having survived the photo shoot, the creative department is now plotting something that will make our publisher pull her own hair: photographing a platoon of impossibly gorgeous people in the middle of a volcano’s crater.
 Or are we?

Photography : DIEGO LORENZO JOSE @ Diego Images
Hair + Make up MC PASCUA & RALPH RUIZ @ Hairshaft
Accessories MING ONG @ Katha


Proof that there is only one TV show that can tackle all of life’s labyrinthine complexity with a yellow complexion, relentless optimism and aggressive family values. Pick up a copy of Monday Magazine's 5th issue (Mediavore) and read all about how cartoons can be better than classrooms. 

Check out the piece by contributor ART FUENTES,  "Everything I Need to Know, I Learned from The Simpsons.


I’d Like to Report a Severe Beating
When everyone has a voice and is able to speak to the global village, do traditional media ethics still have a place in an information-saturated environment? How playing catch-up in the ads and ratings game might mean the decline and collapse of journalism as a public trust.  


“I want to kill my magazine,” she said.
I asked her why.
“Because it’s not making money. My team is stressed to make good content and our marketing people are hard pressed to sell the physical subscriptions. Even at points of sale. Everybody’s losing.” 
I held this conversation with an editor of a company that produces product catalogs and occasional business features for industries ranging from clothing to electronics.
Their magazines had been the preferred black book source for industry suppliers on the planet for more than 30 years. If you needed a button for a line of coats you were making you had the run of the list of the big to medium manufacturers of buttons from shiny to matte all between covers on a monthly basis. If you needed a couple of thousand plastic rotors for your cooling fan unit you bought their magazine.   
That is, until they started making these same magazines available for download -- for free -- in PDF files. Sales of the glossies have since plummeted across the board.
Around the world, my friend’s sentiments are being echoed in much the same way: we’re hurting and we don’t know what to do about it. The Big Bang of media change is here. And there’s no denying that it’s affecting print, broadcast and radio adversely. . .