Book Review and Giveaway: Ngumiti si Andoy

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Reading about Andres Bonifacio always makes me sad. But this book somehow managed to make me smile.

I liked how this book – even if it is very short – was able to give its readers a glimpse of Andres Bonifacio’s life. And the way it was related to the readers. I thought that Andrew’s conversation with Andoy was a brilliant touch.

This book made me wish we could, indeed, talk to our heroes. It would be very interesting I’m sure.

I recommend this book highly to everyone.

Rating: 5/5 for both the story and the art.


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Happy 150th birth anniversary, Andoy! I hope the day comes when we’ll truly be able to repay you for what you did for our country.

Author Interview: Marie Claire Lim Moore


Jho: Hi Claire, welcome to my blog and thank you so much for granting me this interview. First of all, I would like to congratulate you for your outstanding, entertaining, and inspiring book, “Don’t Forget the Soap.”

I’m afraid I only have a few questions for you because pretty much everything that I wanted to ask have already been discussed in your book.

Claire: Thank you so much for the kind words. I’m so glad to learn you enjoyed the book as much as you did. Please find responses to your questions below.

Q1. What made you realize that you want to write books?

I don’t remember when exactly I decided I wanted to write a book but for as long as I can remember I’ve been making mental notes of things to one day include in my book. I have always enjoyed writing and for a long time now I’ve been thinking about writing a book about things I’ve learned from my mother.

Q2. Do you love reading as well? What are the types of books that you usually read? Can you give us a few titles of your favorites?

Someone once told me, “Write the book you want to read.” It was great advice and I think it goes the other way too. I read the books I want to write. They tend to be memoirs and some of my favorites are Leap of Faith: Memoirs of an Unexpected Life by Queen Nor of Jordan, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? by Mindy Kaling, and Funny in Farsi by Firoozah Dumas.

Q3. What were the feelings that writing this book has incited in you?

Gratitude. Writing this book has made me even more grateful for my parents and my family. Grateful for my husband and my kids. Grateful for all the opportunities I’ve been blessed with. Grateful for all the people who have touched my life and supported me.

Q4. I’m so excited to read the next one… so… when is the target release of the second part of Don’t Forget the Soap?

Wow, I appreciate the enthusiasm! If we end up having a third child maybe I’ll work on part 2 during my next maternity leave

Q5. Apart from the second book of Don’t Forget the Soap, will we be expecting more books from you? Are you planning to write books of different genre?

I do think I may have more books in me. As you may remember, I did dabble in a fictional teenage book series when I myself was a teen but it was something I enjoyed and could be interested to explore down the line. Thank you so much for all the encouragement!


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Ngumiti si Andoy Cover Reveal

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Ang aklat ni Xi Zuq at Dominic Agsaway na pinamagatang Ngumiti si Andoy ay mabibili na sa mga bookstore ngayong parating na Nobyembre 30, 2013.

Ngumiti si Andoy ni Xi Zuq at Dominic Agsaway

Ngumiti si Andoy ni Xi Zuq at Dominic Agsaway

Pangunahing Detalye

Kuwento ni Xi Zuq
Guhit ni Dominic Agsaway
Inilimbag ng Adarna House (2013)

Tungkol sa Aklat

Ngumiti si Andoy. Ito ang simula ng kuwento ni Andrew na nagsimula sa kanilang Heroes Park. Gusto lamang niya na iguhit ang estatwa ni Andres Bonifacio nang matuklasan niya ang ilang lihim sa buhay ng bayani.

Sa pagdiriwang ng ika-150 kaarawan ni Andres Bonifacio, inihahandog ng Adarna House ang Ngumiti si Andoy, isang aklat tungkol sa buhay ng bayani. Batay ang kuwento at guhit ng aklat sa mga nagwagi sa 2013 Philippine Board on Books for Young People-Salanga at Alcala Prize []. Hanapin ang Ngumiti si Andoy sa Adarna House showroom at sa pinakamalapit ng book store sa inyo.

Tungkol sa Manunulat

Xi Zuq

Xi Zuq

Si Xi Zuq ay isang guro, manunulat at mambabasa mula sa Lungsod ng Heneral Santos. Kasapi siya ng Kuwentista ng mga Tsikiting (KUTING) at Linangan sa Imahen, Retorika, at Anyo (LIRA). Bisitahin siya sa

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 Dominic Agsaway

Dominic Agsaway

Si Dominic Agsaway ay isang ilustrador ng komiks at librong pambata. Siya ay miyembro ng Ang Ilustrador ng Kabataan. Nagtapos siya sa Unibersidad de Santo Tomas (UST) at madalas rin tumambay sa parke habang naghihintay ng sundo. Maaari ninyo siyang ma-email sa



About 17 days ago, I received an email from Sasha Miller congratulating me for winning a paperback copy of Megan Derr‘s Embrace! ^__^ *Squeals* Lol.  I was so happy I was shouting in my head. 🙂 It was 4AM so I couldn’t really scream out loud. Haha!

Yesterday, I received a notice from the post office asking me to retrieve a package. I would’ve gone to get it except that I had no idea where the post office is. ^__^ Today, my mother-in-law went to get it for me.


I opened it and it contained, TADA:

Embrace by Megan Derr

Embrace by Megan Derr

So happy! I didn’t really know which book to expect because I was waiting for three titles from three different authors: Megan’s Embrace, Dormaine G.’s Connor, and Xi Zuq’s Ngumiti si Andoy.

Anyway, I asked Sasha if Megan could sign my book. So happy that Megan indulged me.


I’m a huge Megan Derr fan. She’s my most favorite writer. I love her works so please forgive me if I’m currently beside myself with joy. LOL! I think I have at least 135 favorite writers in my Goodreads. No, it isn’t a complete list. Apart from the published authors, I also around 100 favorite fanfiction writers. Again, that list is incomplete. When I started reading in the fandom, I didn’t have an account. I only made one so I could keep track of the works of the writers I love. There were so many I couldn’t remember them and in the end, I wasn’t able to add the others.

I couldn’t really say that I’m easy to please (though some of my friends say that I am, heh!). But as long as the book/story moved me, it will become a favorite. I also have a habit of trying to read every work that writer has ever written.

I’ve read and loved thousands and thousands of books and stories in various forms and genres since I was four. I’ve read works by authors of various nationalities it’s so hard to keep track of all of them: Filipino, Japanese, Australian, Canadian, French, Mexican, American, British, Spanish, Korean to name a few, but for me, there’s no one else like Megan. 🙂

I say this with conviction. But I’ll leave it to you to find out why. 🙂

Now, to find the time to read Embrace in peace… haha! (It meant I’ll have to finish a mountain of work first, lol. I’d hate to read this book with so many other things in my mind. I want to enjoy it thoroughly!)

Thank you, Megan! Thank you as well Sasha and Less than Three Press! ❤

Book Review: Don’t Forget the Soap by Marie Claire Lim Moore


About the Book

At the center of many good stories – inspiring, entertaining, admittedly corny – is Marie Claire Lim Moore. Ask her about the time she and her family sat down with former Philippine President Corazon Aquino. Or the time she built houses in Mexico alongside former American President Jimmy Carter. Equally engaging are her every day experiences and perspective on life. You will be interested to hear what she thinks is a relationship “deal breaker” or why Christmas should be regulated or why kids shouldn’t say, “I’m bored.”

Don't Forget the Soap by Marie Claire Lim Moore

Don’t Forget the Soap by Marie Claire Lim Moore

Don’t Forget the Soap is a collection of anecdotes from different points in Claire’s life: stories from the tight-knit Filipino community in Vancouver mix with memories of her move to New York, experiences at Yale and travels as a young executive. Underlying this narrative is the story of a global citizen who does not want to forget the fundamental values that come along with the “immigrant experience” as she and her husband raise their children in the increasingly glitzy expat bubble of Singapore. Her parents continue to remain a big influence in her life and her mother’s reminders a grounding force. These stories will warm the heart and resonate with people of any culture.


Don’t Forget the Soap (And Other Reminders from My Fabulous Filipina Mother) by Marie Claire Lim Moore is easily the best memoir I’ve ever read. The stories are truly inspiring, and happy, and so damned positive.

I was probably smiling the entire time I was reading this book. I have a lot of things going through my mind and the first one being that this is what happens when one isn’t afraid to take risks and go after what they wanted. Yes, the book speaks of balance in life but then, we could never deny that leaving the country and their (the author’s parents) family behind and going to an unfamiliar country was a huge risk. It took a lot of courage on their parents’ part for sure, so was making the decision to leave an already comfortable and happy life in Canada in exchange of a new one in New York. There was a lot of determination in there (not to mention hard work) and I guess that that’s what made Marie Claire’s parents so successful, and ultimately, Marie Claire herself, as well as her brother.

I also couldn’t help but think that a lot of their happiness and success were also due to the family members’ huge hearts. I know helping other people (whether or not you’re in dire straits), is hard. But in the end, one can never truly live and be truly happy if one doesn’t try to learn how to make a difference in other people’s lives.

In this life, it’s so easy to be cynical, but living a happy life takes a lot less toll physically and emotionally. We are already living in a world full of pain, why inflict them upon others needlessly? This is what the book tells us mainly, among a lot of other things.

I’m so glad I picked this book up. It gives off positivity. I’m not simply referring to the way the author writes her book. It’s not just the stories as well. Looking at the pictures in the book, one can easily tell that the author is truly a cheerful and vibrant person. And beside her is a supportive family starting with her wise parents.

I seriously love the author’s mom. And her father (I really find the Philippine Carinderia episode really, really amusing, lol). I would love to read more about Justin and the rest of the family.

This book also reminded me about a lot of things that I already know but have forgotten. It’s so easy to get caught up with some things and forget/cast aside the others.

Looking forward to reading the next book. ^__^

*I rate this 5/5 stars and I recommend this highly to everyone.





Marie Claire Lim Moore is a Filipina-Canadian-American working mother and author of Don’t Forget the Soap. After spending the

Marie Claire Lim Moore

Marie Claire Lim Moore

early part of her childhood in Vancouver, Claire moved to New York City and attended the United Nations International School. She went on to study at Yale, climb the corporate ladder at Citi and travel around the world. She met her husband, Alex, while working in Sao Paulo, Brazil and they married in Manila, Philippines shortly before moving to Singapore. Now Mom to Carlos and Isabel, Claire also manages the Global Client business for Citi in Asia. She enjoys juggling career and family and likes to throw in community and politics for fun by campaigning for US political candidates, fundraising for organizations that advance the role of women in business and promoting foreign direct investment in the Philippines. She is also a guest contributor at Sassy Mama Singapore.


Please come back to my blog on the 29th of November for the author interview and giveaway. 🙂

On Bones of Contention by Ambeth Ocampo, Heroes, History, Reading, and whether or not we Filipinos deserve the mess we’re currently in

Why do people betray their brothers and eventually themselves?
-The Cripple, in Poon by F. Sionil Jose

Bones of Contention: The Andres Bonifacio Lectures by Ambeth Ocampo is a book that recounted the life and death of one of the Philippines’ National Heroes: Andres Bonifacio.

Bones of Contention: The Bonifacio Lectures by Ambeth Ocampo

Bones of Contention: The Bonifacio Lectures by Ambeth Ocampo

Reading this book was like watching a movie and I would have been amused and vastly entertained if it were fiction. Well, it’s definitely going to make for a good movie because Bonifacio’s life was surrounded with deceit, jealousy, hunger for power, conspiracy, intrigue, rape, treason, murder. But it left me filled with grief and seething with anger instead. Not that I didn’t have a general idea of his life before reading this. But Bones of Contention offers more details to his life that was not privy to the general public before.

Bonifacio is “the father of the Philippine Revolution.” Along with colleagues, he founded the Katipunan movement in July 7, 1892 with the hope of uniting the Filipinos into one solid nation and winning the Philippines’ independence from the Spanish colonial rule by means of revolution (Source:

Bonifacio was elected as Supremo in January 5, 1894 and was reelected in December 31, 1895 (and took his oath as President of the Katipunan in January 1, 1896). On April 2, 1896—three months after he took the oath, he went to Cavite alongside his brother Procopio Bonifacio and colleagues Emilio Jacinto and Pio Valenzuela to organize a branch of the Katipunan.

At the time, the Filipinos were not united [However, this point is moot because to date, we are still deeply divided]. The Tagalogs would fight as one, even the Kapampangans, and the Ilokanos, and many others. But not together. Not all as one. Bonifacio, realizing that regionalism is the biggest weakness of the Filipinos, aimed to unite the country and a branch of Katipunan in Cavite would have been the first of the many branches all over the country.

Little did he know that that decision would spell the beginning of his end. A little over a year after he successfully formed a branch, he was arrested, tried, and “executed” for treason, his brothers killed, his wife Oryang raped and beaten. Just within the span of a year, his name was besmirched. He was accused of stealing from the coffers of Katipunan, accused of selling the country’s independence to Spain, and various other accusations that were spread through rumors clearly woven with plans carefully laid and executed so that they could remove him forever from his position.

Again, if this were fiction, I would have been impressed. The Caviteños were so focused and united and were such fast workers they managed to successfully implement their plan in such a short amount of time. Only, the man that they killed was a good man. A brother.


Types of Pinoys:

After reading this book, I realized that there were five types of Pinoys during the Spanish era:

  1. We have the “educated” ones—more popularly called the ilustrado—like Dr. Jose Rizal. They were the “learned ones” and the “enlightened” individuals who had strong opinions of their own regarding the Spanish oppression that we were suffering from then.

    They expressed these opinions a lot in the form of arts (the likes of Félix Resurrección Hidalgo, Dr. Jose Rizal, and Juan Luna) and through writing books and poems (Dr. Jose Rizal). Their priority was their country and they made sure that their people and the entire world knew about it.

    Unfortunately, people like them either get incarcerated or get shot at on the back or both through the orders of the Spanish  authorities.Nowadays, people like this keep quiet. We all know why. Like Rizal, they end up dead.

  2. The true revolutionaries. There were also people like Andres Bonifacio. They didn’t have a diploma to show because of  lack of money but they didn’t let that hinder their education by continually reading.

    They read even if the books they were reading were strictly prohibited. Books like that of Rizal’s, Victor Hugo, and books on the French Revolution and international law. It was said that mere possession of these books at the time was considered a crime.

    People like Bonifacio had a big heart for the country. This heart would spur them to start a revolution. They aspired for nothing else but freedom.

    However, people like them get shot at on the back or hacked by bolos, too, by their very own people. They were intelligent enough to evade the enemies but were gullible enough to think that every Pinoy was like them—and therefore, can be trusted—that they all loved the country equally and that they were all aiming for the country’s unity. They think that because they were all suffering from the same pain, that they all wanted the same thing: freedom. They didn’t expect that centuries of oppression would breed ambitious and power-hungry Pinoys who would stop at nothing in order to achieve their goals. Yes—at nothing—even if it meant that they would off an unsuspecting compatriot.

    They were so naïve they didn’t fight back and let themselves be arrested thinking everything will be resolved in the end. After all, they were all Filipinos, right?! Right!

    *If Bonifacio indeed stole from the coffers, if he sold the country from Spain, if he did many other accusation they said he did… why did he die poor? Why did his sister have to sell his “relics” just to ensure that the family would be able to eat? Is that something a family who sold the country would do if they had plenty?

    Why, instead of finding money he supposedly stole or he had gotten from selling the country, did the authorities found books instead? Why not bars and bars of gold? He didn’t even have a bankbook [unlike the other heroes]!

    Bonifacio was intelligent enough to evade the authorities. He had no permanent address. The only way he was defeated was by the hands of the people he trusted. Because they were the ones who knew where he was. All the time.

    Again, we don’t get Bonifacios a lot these days. Everybody knows they’ll end up dead, too, if they become one.

  3. And then we have aspiring politicians like Aguinaldo. They were not voracious readers like the first and the second type. They had aspirations for the seat of power but they knew when to be swayed and when to cooperate just to ensure their survival.

    They are like weeds. They thrive everywhere and in every type of era. This is because they were the types who survived because they have no qualms of selling the country to the very same Spanish government they were fighting against just to ensure the safety of their lives [please refer to the Pact of Biak-na-Bato. (For those who didn’t know, this particular pact was called a “truce” made between the Spanish Government and Emilio Aguinaldo and the revolutionaries meant to end the revolution. Emilio Aguinaldo and some of his associates were exiled to Hong Kong and were paid a considerable sum of money they called an indemnity)].

    They also didn’t hesitate to cooperate again during the American settlement (the matters with Pratt, Wildman, and Williams) and yet again, during the Japanese occupation.

    *Don’t get me wrong. I would never ask anyone to die for me. Or for my country. Something like that should be done wholeheartedly. But to do exactly what they had accused Bonifacio of doing… they were actually the ones who committed treason. And they did it with signed papers for every generation to see. And yet, they called themselves heroes? Where is justice?

  4. The cronies. I realized that centuries ago, they already existed!If this were high school, I’d call them the sidekick of the third type. I wish it were as simple as that.Cronies were the weak ones who were only strong when they were hiding behind someone else they deem far stronger than them.

    They were only strong because they knew that that their targets won’t fight back. They were only strong because they knew they were trusted enough by their “brothers,” and because they were sporting a gun and they were not afraid to use this gun to said brothers and their wife.They were the types who were willing to do the dirty deeds themselves. And for a price, of course!

    They get to have a position in the would-be government, probably attend parties such as the Malolos banquet.

    A little bit of fame, that was their price, a picture and a mention of their names on the society page and history books as heroes and revolutionaries and reformists here and there.It didn’t matter if they only took the credit from someone else. It didn’t matter if they bloodied their hand on the process. What only mattered was self-advancement.

    Nowadays, they call themselves honorable. But deep down, they are nothing but cronies and thieves.

  5. The spectators. They are the general public. The females get raped. Both by the Spanish and Pinoy authorities of that era. Their properties get pillaged, they get betrayed, killed. Repeatedly. And they allow it. They had over three centuries of practice they accepted it as a norm already.

    When the power shifted from Spain to Pinoys, they continually allowed it. Better than letting the Spaniards do it to them, right? Or the Americans or the Japanese. At least they were our own, right? Right?


    *Nowadays, they are being lauded and called resilient. They are called strong, forgiving, and kind. I say they’ve had enough. They’ve been long suffering. Emotionally battered. Forever preyed upon. That’s what they are.


Present Times

I have always wondered why very few among Filipinos love to read [now, before we waste our time arguing about this statement, we can easily save time and effort by checking the study that National Book Development Board (NBDB) has been doing over the years].

After reading this book, I came to the following conclusions: first that the reason why Filipinos don’t love reading was because during the Spanish era, the Spanish authorities were so afraid we’ll become “learned” and “enlightened” that they practically prohibited reading.

I also realized the reason why most people of the first types leave the country. Types third, fourth, and fifth still exist.

The general public still let themselves be used and abused.

Politicians and cronies and political dynasty are still abound and are getting worse by the minute. They preyed upon people even in light of disasters that left thousands dead.

On Dr. Jose Rizal:

Dr. Jose Rizal loved reading so much he became such an “enlightened person,” or as Ambeth Ocampo put it – “he was such a renaissance man amidst a country still very much caught up in the Middle Ages.”

Because Rizal knew so much and saw so much, he was killed for it.

On Aguinaldo:

Ambeth Ocampo observed how Emilio Aguinaldo did not seem to read at all. He related in Bones of Contention how Nick Joaquín discovered in an interview that Aguinaldo’s Spanish was so inadequate he couldn’t read Rizal’s novels at all.

It is easier to think that he did things like tried Bonifacio for treason on the advice of the sharks around him. That he had trusted them so easily he didn’t see awful things coming.

That he was duped easily many times by many people including those who had hidden agenda, Filipinos and foreigners alike. He had political aspirations and he was so easily manipulated because this political aspiration was used against him.

That or maybe he was indeed behind the downfall of the Bonifacio brothers alongside the other members of his faction because they wanted the power for themselves. Let’s face it; either he was indeed an idiot manipulated by the others or that he was willing to do everything in order to realize his political ambitions.

As a Filipino, it is very hard to accept that Aguinaldo would order the arrest of the Bonifacio brothers in such a manner. But he couldn’t have been such an idiot he wouldn’t realize things for what they truly were.

On Andres Bonifacio:

He, too, loved to read and again, because he knew so much and saw so much, he was killed for it.

    1. That Andres Bonifacio was indeed more brilliant than the Filipinos credit him for. I really agree with Ambeth Ocampo on this.
    2. Sometimes I couldn’t help but think that he was probably killed on the spot alongside his brothers the day his supposed “colleagues” stormed his house to arrest him. That no trial ever occurred.If there really was, then exactly how many days would it take for a man who had been both shot and at the same time, slashed on the neck to live, without any medical attention? This, while he was being jostled and carried around for five days for the trial (April 29, 1897 — May 4, 1897). Would he really have the energy to attend a trial?

      And just as Mr. Ocampo had wondered, why carry him to a mountain on a hammock so far away if he could have been killed anywhere. Someplace nearer and less difficult to go to?
    3. They couldn’t find the brothers’ bones, because as Ocampo had surmised, that they were never buried in the place the executioners mentioned in their accounts. That they were lying just as they had about everything.And I’m not even saying this simply because of the books that Bonifacio read. For me, the books that we read aren’t the ultimate measure of the person’s brilliance alone but also how we actually use this brain of ours.

      It was actually how Andres managed to evade the enemies that made him downright brilliant.

      He had managed to live in stealth even while making a living and supporting a family. This is what made him more intelligent and more capable of carrying out the revolution more than anyone.

      Yes, there were signs of an impending revolution, the Spaniards have long suspected it before it was exposed – after all, not everyone can be as careful as Andres Bonifacio. But what made him an even more effective leader was that he had managed to wipe out almost all traces of his existence.

      And he was able to do this because he was selfless and he didn’t cling to material things and power. He had no designs of owning even a house as evidenced of his not having a permanent address.

      Because it could lead to his capture.

      This can be affirmed by the fact that we only have so little to go by in as much as Bonifacio is concerned. It was because he made sure of that. After all, his capture would mean the failure of the revolution – the end of everything that they had so worked hard for.

      So much was at stake that he made sure that no one would be able to trace his steps.

      In fact, the only physical proof that we have of him that affirms his existence was a single photograph. There were no other documents that will verify he ever graced this world – not his birth certificate – although yes, there was that of his parents’, but there were no other documents and even the name he used in his marriage was a different one. He didn’t even have a permanent address and no one could exactly tell what his job/s was/were.

      Even the bolos and the gun that he used during the revolution seemed to have vanished as well. We were only left with hope and speculations that whatever bolo we had before the Second World War was one of his.

      The people who mattered to him were the only ones who could really tell that yes – he existed. Yes, Andres Bonifacio isn’t just a myth. People like his wife, parents, and siblings could attest to that. People like his comrades in the revolution. Which, unfortunately, had proven to be the bane of his existence. His curse. The cause of his downfall. You choose how you will call these people – though traitors it seemed – is the more apt description.

      Because who else had the power to bring him down? He was pretty much invisible to the Spaniards except from his family and comrades. This is the glaring truth that we Filipinos have to face. That indeed, his downfall was caused by Filipinos, that his blood is in our hands.

      When it comes down to it, why cling to worldly things like bolos and guns and documents? He was alive. He was real, even if his bones had also disappeared into oblivion alongside everything else including his life.

      But what does it matter if we lost the material and physical things affirming his existence?

      What truly matters is that we Filipinos do not forget what he truly stands for: revolution.

      We must not forget what he was trying to tell us. That revolution is in the heart. It is the feeling of wanting to do good for our country. To be selfless. To be with honor.

      It does not lie in the bolos or in guns. It means fighting for freedom and fighting for what is rightfully ours even if it meant trying to erase any traces of our existence. Not striving to gain power. And especially not gaining that power for ourselves and at the expense of our very own people. There certainly is no honor in that.

      That we must be selfless.

      That above material things like our houses and the palaces there is such a thing as honor.

      Perhaps the reason why our country is so screwed was because we had failed to live by his example. The clamor for power is still there. The need to amass wealth at the expense of the rest of the Filipinos. That it didn’t matter if they off each other in the process or if they expose each other’s misdeeds in front of the television. Or in the newspapers (which apparently dates back to Quezon and Aguinaldo). Because the greater majority of the Filipino people will simply ignore them and forget everything along the way.

      By continuing to look the other way, we deface Bonifacio’s honor and everything that he truly stands for.

      By letting the people who killed him get away with their actions. By letting corrupt officials get away time and again, we dishonor Andres Bonifacio and his memory. What he truly stands for.

      Will we continue to choose to dishonor him?

      This year marks his 150 years. It is fitting. It is time… to give him what is due to him.

      No, I’m not talking about titles and many other accolades.

      Let us honor him by doing what he would have wanted for us to do for the country today.

      Because by letting these people get away with their shit time and again I can’t help but think that we, after all, deserve all the shit that we are all in.

      At this rate, I couldn’t help but think that in the next 150 years, we’ll still be the same: forgiving, forgetting, being taken advantage of. It’s such a vicious cycle. Not much had changed 116 years ago when he died. It’s even gotten worse.

      In the end, it all boils down to this: if we continually turn a blind eye to Filipinos who kill their own just so they will remain or get the power that they covet, if we continually let plunderers and corrupt politicians rule our country, then we really deserve what we got.

      Let us uphold his memory.


Note: I think I said some things repeatedly. But, just so I’d finally be able to post this, I’ll let it be for now and edit it later. Else, I’ll never finish it. I’ve been working on this review for a month and a half now!

I personally feel that this review is related to my review on Guardians of Traditions.

I still want to say many things, but I’ll reserve it for Jonathan Sturak’s His First, Her Last.