Saturday, April 28, 2012

La Bracera: Women and Work

BY LEANI M. AUXILIO

Going on right now at the Yippie Museum is the La Bracera: Women and Work art exhibit put together by AF3IRM, a New York-based women’s group. I, along with my mother Marivir Montebon, was invited by our friend Madonna Davidoff to come to the opening reception last 21 April, to see her work alongside those of five other women artists.

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La Bracera features women artists from diverse ethnic backgrounds who have come together to showcase their craft. The works on exhibit make clear the need to fully and justly recognize women’s contribution to the world, "from the home to the office to the factory and field;" a shining example, for instance, is the fact that currently, women are still marginalized in the so-called economic recovery program of the US, where only 32% of the jobs created have absorbed women.

And odds are, the female 32% of the workforce receive significantly less salary than the 68% comprised of men.

The artists on exhibit are Korean-American Donna Choi, Sarah Kolker (Jamaican/Jewish), Madonna Davidoff (Filipina), Crystal Clarity (Nuyorican), Samra Ghermay (Eritrean) and Melanie Cervantes (Xicana). Proceeds of the exhibit go to the Purple Rose Campaign of AF3IRM to ensure stability of tenure at the work place especially among women working in the corporate setting.

To be quite frank, I did not know what to expect of the exhibit, and, walking to the venue, I was left wondering whether this would be another one of those 'Pay Entrance Fee, Sit Pretty, Gossip and be Bored in Five Minutes Flat' events most people I know are fond of attending.

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Fortunately my socks were blown off my feet (don't get me started on my shoes; I still have to find them) the moment I stepped over the threshold of #9 Bleecker Street. I loved everything. I was expecting to pay a huge entrance fee; I was so happy to find out the suggested donation was less than $20 I gladly dug through my backpack--which has not seen a wash machine in xxx months--to pay the whole thing. I expected to sit pretty and smile at people who more often than not just stare right on back at you; there were no chairs, only a bar serving wine and dumplings, and the whole place teeming with people who obviously loved the artwork.

Meeting Ninotchka Rosca was quite a thrill too.

Add to that the (female) DJs playing music--I forgot to ask who was DJ Anamated, Dopeshoes, Sakir, but whoever they were they were awesome--and you have an art exhibit organized by women, for women.

I was expecting a civilized, sterile, and 'profoundly bored' environment at La Bracera.

What I got was a heartfelt, warm, and profoundly passion-charged experience at the Yippie Museum.

I am so going back there this weekend.


La Bracera: Women and Work is curated by Leilani Montes (Guatemalan/Mexican) and Olivia Canlas (Filipino American).The works will hang until the 6th of May. Gallery hours are from 7-10 pm.

 

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Leani M. Auxilio is a New Media Technology student at LaGuardia Community College in New York. She is the digital and content editor for OSM!. Her interests are anime, manga, the mysteries of the world, and sleeping in during the weekends. She is a proud bookworm, left-handed, and can get hyper if fed more than two chocolate bars at a time.

Leani can be reached at leaniauxilio@gmail.com

Coconut Macaroons



Coconut macaroons are an all-time Filipino favorite dessert. This soft, chewy treat is a delight to Heman, since he loves coconut! Here’s an easy way to make them, Filipino-style.
Ingredients:
Raisins
14 oz unsweetened desiccated coconut
2 sticks melted butter
3 eggs
1 can big condensed milk
Drop of orange extract
Tools you’ll need:
Mini Baking mold
Rubber Spatula
Large mixing bowl
Mini baking paper cups
1 tbsp measuring spoon
Electric mixer

Procedure:
*Preheat the oven at 375 degrees Fahrenheit
*Place the melted butter and eggs and cream together using an electric mixer.
*Add the condensed milk, orange extract and beat until all the ingredients are well blended.
*Slowly add the unsweetened desiccated coconut into the mixture. Use the spatula to mix the coconut with the rest of the ingredients.
*Place the paper cups into the baking mold.
*Put one tablespoon of the coconut mixture into the individual cups & add 2 – 3 raisins on top.
*Bake the coconut macaroons for about 15 minutes, or until it turns golden brown.
*Some ovens vary in temperature. Make sure to keep a close eye on what you are baking so they don't burn. Coconut macaroons cook very fast.
*Let it cool down before serving.
*Enjoy your yummy treat!

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Ruth D. Ezra is a culinary queen in her own right through experience and training. She is a bookkeeper by profession at AllState Roadside Services in Northbrook, IL. Her greatest delight is serving good and healthy food to her husband Heman and only daughter, Isabelle. Kit would love to receive feedback on her recipes, and exchange them with yours at ezraruth@comcast.net.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Choosing the Road Less Traveled

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EARTH DAY SPECIAL FEATURE

MARIA EASTERLUNA LUZ SANTOS CANOY
By Marivir R. Montebon

Way back in our high school days, I silently figured that she is easter moonlight, and that her parents must have been big fans of the Beatles for giving her such popular name. Easterluna Luz Canoy was among the quiet, laid back colegialas of our alma mater Colegio dela Inmaculada Concepcion in Cebu, the oldest and first exclusive girl’s school in predominantly Catholic Philippines.

Years later, I would meet Easter (fondly Chy to friends and family) again during our 25th anniversary High School reunion. School girls no more, and outside the portals of school, life itself had been our best, cruelest teacher.

She still was the quiet, unassuming person that she is. (In reckoning, Easter always has this silent mystique about her, as her name suggests).

Her chosen vocation was quite different from the rest of us. She has chosen the road less traveled, technically as executive director of the Kitanglad Integrated NGOs, Inc. (KIN), but personally and spiritually she is a citizen of the indigenous world which may seem vanishing and obsolete in this time of globalization.

She was an interesting subject for news, and my journalist mind was at it again. But in that reunion, we were fast and furious in our talk and laughter as we revisited the happy past of high school.

A few more years later, I finally got hold of Easter in an article for OSM! She was in Hanoi for the 6th Conference on Community-based Adaptation (CBA6) on climate change while she very kindly obliged this interview.

When did you start working with the tribal people? Who inspired you? What hit you? Tell me your story.

I worked for the tribal people in Bukidnon in 1985, right after graduating from AB Sociology-Anthropology at the University of San Carlos.

This was a critical year because it was the transition of our government from Marcos dictatorship to Cory Aquino government. The brave hearts, student activists like me, were like endangered species—who can be subjected to human rights abuses with the perception that activists are anti-government.  I took the challenge.

My father wanted me to take up Political Science for me to proceed to Law and be the lawyer he wanted me to become. But I was drawn to Anthropology. Indigenous crafts, arts, something of the ancients—artifacts, wisdom and ways of the past, old age to new age phenomenon, all these interested me.

Anthropology promised to provide the [academic] framework to understand humanity. As I finished college, I was braving to discover what is meaningful living and living dangerously – having experienced police brutality after being dispersed in a rally organized by Bayan to demand for the return of abducted Redemptorist priest in Fr. Rudy Romano.

I chose the path to work for the mountain people—the tribe, the lumads, the indigenous peoples.

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The nun-founder of the first NGO that I worked with in the Mindanao Tribal Resource Center or MINTREC told me, “When you step into tribal lands, you are entering sacred places. That means, to respect it, you have to remove your sandals, walk in bare feet to understand the kind of people they are.” I never forget Sr. Carmelita Arenas, RGS for such sincere advice.

You live in two worlds: with the tribes and with what is supposedly modern/mainstream. Describe the two and how do you fit in?

Contrast is obvious between both worlds.  Their concept of wealth and spirituality is distinctive.

While we view the forests in terms of timber, shades, aesthetics, picnic groves, the tribe views the forest as their market [sources of variant foods], their pharmacy, their university, their cathedral.

For the Bukidnon people, a human being has spirit guides, and in one’s lifetime, you must discover them and know them and connect to them so that in your journey in life, you are guided.

 Have you defined your mission in life? Is this work it?

At seven years old, I witnessed startling contrasts in life—sadness and happiness, homed and homeless.

I saw sadness in people’s faces as they go back home after work. I watched them sitting in a mansanitas tree near the house which was along Escario Street in Cebu City. I had a sense that life means more than what meets the eye. Instead of playing games like most kids do, I was keen on thinking and observing people around me.

Then I asked my Mama what is life, but I did not get an answer. I said if life means—growing up, you study, finish a course, work, or get married, and when old, write a book or plant a tree, I’d rather not been borne on this earth.

The influential persons in my life taught me to be “good at best, exceptionally good,” like people know how sincere you are in the things that you do. I know my talent is meant to be shared for the glory of those who have less, reinforced by the Vincentian values at CIC. I challenged myself if I can do extraordinary things—like trailblazing and if no one goes down a difficult path or calling, I will choose to go like volunteering to work in Mindanao in 1985.

My Dad was my best friend, my idol and hero who died in at 45. His hard work, efficiency and integrity root me in my NGO work for over 30 years already. And also my aunt grandmother Ate Betty who lived all of her life taking care of my Mama during WW II when the Santos family had to break for better chances to survive and not be detected by cruel Japanese soldiers. Ate Betty was my first teacher about life and its wonders, by telling tales, lots of stories of her life and childhood and how our Santos kin and elders were.

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My dad’s Tatay Andres was also an interesting person. He’s a farmer from Linamon, Iligan City and sustained his five sons with such livelihood. He was a healer and people come to see him anytime of the day (mostly nighttime) to seek relief from illness especially associated with “buyag” or unexplainable symptoms. He talks to animals and even the unseen (spirits in nature) as if he is understood by them.

What is with the tribes that we modern people could learn from? Are they assimilating with us? Or is there a need to reintegrate with their value systems?
 
We need to learn from the tribes how to live life and deeply connected to the land—our Mother Earth. Natural resources – land and forests have specific uses and values (and not money, as investors see it). In February last year, on our way to Cortes, Surigao del Sur, we had to pass by the mining field of Taganito Mining. Don’t know how exactly large is it, but imagine for one hour you are traversing in topless and ravaged mountains wherein its bowels are unearthed and released to the sea. Inside me—my heart was torn and raging to see the “bleeding land.”  Dondon, the young Mamanua tribal leader was with me and cried seeing a vast landscape of abuse against nature. It’s ironic that our government allows this to happen. Of course, they would justify mining is important for the country’s economic prosperity.

Are the tribes here to stay or will they eventually vanish and be assimilated to mainstream society? Is there any message of hope for this?

There is something humbling in the tribe’s resilience, wisdom, and tenacity as people. Although the Philippines is known to have legislated the Indigenous People’s Rights Act which established the fundamental rights of the tribe in their person, identity, culture and welfare, it’s still being challenged for its sincere implementation of financial resources and appreciating its own unique leadership contribution to nation building.

Now, the Interior and Local Government Department is re

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Luchie Vivas: Glamor becomes Her

BY MARIVIR R. MONTEBON

What you see is what you get with Luchie Vivas, currently Vice President of Finance for the Manhattan-based Assured Guaranty Corporation.  This glamorous mom refuses to acknowledge that she is an impeccable fashionista and a community leader, but her looks speak it.

Luchie said would rather be regarded as an active community member in New Jersey and New York which had been her second home after finishing graduate studies at the Ateneo Graduate School of Business in Manila in July 1983.

At the young age of 22, she prodded her father to send her the US to study at the New York University. She has gone a long way since she left her hometown in Tanauan, Batangas, triumphant, first and foremost, of what immigrants feel as sheer loneliness because of being away from home and finally climbing the corporate ladder.

Today, being a mom of two young second generation immigrants who have both done well in school, alone spells success for Luchie. Her daughter, Winifred Leona V. Changco (Cheenie) is 24 years old and will graduate in May this year as a Dean’s Lister  with a degree in Business. Her son, Luwin Antonio V. Changco (Boomer), 18, is taking Architecture and is in the Honors Class at the NJIT.

Not even her reputation of being a fashionista in the Manhattan Filipino-American circles bothers Luchie at all.  It doesn’t get into her head, she wears glamour and friendliness in a natural manner.

  What led you to the US and what were your early struggles as a young professional?
I came to the US 29 years ago.  As soon as I finished Graduate School at the Ateneo Graduate School of Business, I asked my father to send me to school in America and that is where New York University came in.  It has always been my dream to study in the US and although my father asked me to stay in the Philippines for three more years, I pushed to go already at age 22.
It was a bit of a struggle right there, missing my Mom and Dad, my siblings and my friends.  It was a lonely 2 ½ years of living alone as I don’t have much friends here and the thought of living alone was depressing.

After my schooling, I thought it was time to go back to the Philippines until my professor from NYU suggested that I submit my resume to Equitable.  Luckily, I was hired as an Associate in the Trust Department.  I stayed on for a couple of years until 1987.

I moved to Financial Security Assurance Inc., now known as Assured Guaranty Corporation.  I am currently Vice President of Finance.

What is the most challenging part of work as an immigrant?

I remember what my father said to me when I chose to stay in America.  He said that I have to prove myself harder in order to be the “head of roaches” or forever become a “tail of a rat”.

I was young, I was driven and I was challenged as I believe in my push and determination.  Everyday was a challenge, my decisions are always a gamble and God is good.  I listened, I worked hard and I learned more from people.

 Is it a rewarding job?  In what sense?
If you love and enjoy what you do, work is gratifying.  I am inspired up to this time.  I only consider it work in a sense that I love to sleep and that is my weakness. (Laughs)

I can work seven days a week as long as I get to stretch and get up whenever I feel like it.

I am a single-mom of two beautiful children, to be able to care for them and be financially independent is enough gratification for me from my job and to God and my parents. I’m forever thankful.

  What drives you to be a fashionista? You are a highly visible one, and it is something which people call you, not you wanting to be named as such.

I don’t regard myself a fashionista or actually, I don’t even know the real meaning of the word.  I love fashion and I can be stylish, I should say.  I love to dress up whether I’m going to a ball, going to work, parties or just a back yard barbeque.

I don’t think one is being driven to be such lover of clothes, fashion and style.  It is I believe innate in all of us.  The most important thing for me is that I feel beautiful and confident inside out.

What projects are you doing for the community in the US and the Philippines these days?
My company, the Red Lantern Ventures LLC, (the “Company”) just finished producing Renee Salud in Focus which was held last March 9 at The Ramada Plaza Hotel.  It was a very successful show as I believed I had put Filipino American events and shows in a higher level by showcasing the creation of the Icon of Philippine Fashion, no other than Renee Salud.  It took us months of preparation but the bottom line is that it was all worth it.  The Company promised an unforgettable show that will be remembered and coveted and I believe I was able to deliver.  I was very proud and happy and I hope the audiences were too.

I will be leaving for the Philippines on May 24 and the Company will donate medical supplies and medicines to the Laurel District Memorial Hospital in Tanauan.  In addition, I am starting a yearly project called “Munting Handog” catered to the seniors of Santor, Tanauan, Batangas to be held between Christmas and New Year annually.

For my next project, I will be meeting with three top designers from the Philippines which the Company plans to produce in the early part of next year.  We are also planning to bring in a few Pinoy entertainers as well.

As a community leader, what drives you?  Who inspires you?  Why do you have to do it, considering your busy schedule at work and family?
I don’t consider myself a community leader.  Better yet, I am a community member, willing to volunteer my time and effort.  I do it as it gratifies me to be able to give back.

It was only six years ago that I started getting involved with the community.  My children were small then and I simply cannot afford to even do anything for myself.  I had to check two home works every night, I had to tutor two of them if need be, I needed to teach and review two kids with review questions for tests and all, not to mention dinner, tennis lessons, karate, piano, etc.

As soon as they developed their study habits and they have earned my trust to give them the liberty to decide a little bit for themselves, then I got some free time to do community work and more.

Now that they are 24 and 18, I see them proud of me as they watch my events and shows.  They are afterall, my greatest inspiration in life.

As a woman, what is your best role or that which makes you truly happy?  Being a professional, mom, wife, leader?
Nothing can beat the gratification of being a mom to two kids.  I thank my Mom and Dad, second to God, for giving me all the opportunities necessary to be professionally contented.  With that, I was able to single-handedly take care of my children, give them shelter, food and education.  My children are my life and I love them beyond eternity.  Nothing can ever surpass the happiness that my children bring to me.

Coffee Painting: An Insomniac's New Love Affair

BY BISAI SALOMON

Insomnia struck again and I couldn't sleep no matter how much I tried closing my eyes. I tossed and turned in bed but failed to close my eyes to bring me to total sleep.

So I got up and took my canvass and made me hot coffee. Today, I've finally decided to try on a new painting technique.

My first attempt at Coffee Painting was quite interesting. I only had to dissolve my coffee powder with a small amount of water to bring out the consistency of tone that I wanted. This evening (11p.m.), I used ganoderm mushroom coffee from Malaysia to achieve a lighter paint tone. This is, ironically, a rather strong coffee when drunk. To achieve a darker tone, I used Nescafe regular decaf. The result was fantastic. Both mixes had their usefulness on the piece establishing better texture and form.

I never realized that coffee painting gave everlasting shine on my pieces. I painted using a fresh stretched canvas and the result was like painting in sepia effect, giving my piece an "antique" look and feel. The old look effect rendered my piece to standout from the other bright and rich colored pieces that already adorn my humble room walls.

Today I sketched the face of a young child laborer, a child with tired and sunken eyes looking for some hope in life. I wanted to depict images of young peasant boys who are probably forced to labor in some coffee plantation. It was probably easier to sketch.

Or so I thought.

The sepia tone effect added more depth and drama to the image, notably his eyes. I felt my work was picked from the early 30's when rich colors weren’t so popular yet. Now this is getting to be addicting.

I've always dreamt of having my very own humble Art Cafe when I go back to Philippines for good. I hope I can stock up on new coffee painting pieces that I can adorn my art cafe walls. And I would paint every subject’s and friend’s faces that I could put my hands to work, and so many more.

It's only a dream for now. Now that I find this art so addicting, I might study more on this technique and see where i can improve my craft better.

My love affair with coffee and art cafe will never stop with this piece. I've just started and I hope I can make more in the days to come.

Meanwhile as I work on this piece, I’m happy sipping a coffee to make me wide awake and finish this piece before antok would finally take its toll on me. Good morning world!


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Bisai Salomon is an artist in progress. She holds an Entrepreneurial Management degree from the Philippine Women's University in Manila. She works as a marketing services consultant and social marketing professional in Cebu, Philippines.  She can be reached at angelodominic@yahoo.com

THEATER REVIEW: MEMPHIS


BY MARIVIR R. MONTEBON

Two things about the musicale Memphis: its cast will put you in awe with their electrifying singing and dancing the wonderful R and B and Rock and Roll that was the 1950s and you will have sketchy memories of it, because of its achy predictable plot of a failed interracial relationship.

Three years since its premier showing in October 2009, Memphis nevertheless continues to attract a steady stream of audience at the Shubert Theater. All spectators say they are  absolutely all hats off for the cast, led by Adam Pascal who plays Huey Calhoun, an incredibly hilarious disc jockey who may well be a personification of Dewey Phillips, the Memphis DJ who was first to spin a record by Elvis Presley.

In the story, Calhoun falls in love with Felicia (Montego Glover), a black singer whom he wanted to promote in his radio show.
Glover’s singing performance is unmistakably pulled off for the entire cast, and the humor of James Monroe Iglehart as Bobby makes Memphis a must watch musicals on Broadway.

Memphis is sure to evoke from its audience roaring laughter and renders them wide eyed in every choreography and chord belted out by the performers.

It won Best Musical in the Live Theatre division of the Golden Icon Awards as well as the 2010 Tony Award for Best Musical.
Written by David Bryan and Joe DiPietro, the songs “The Music of My Soul,”  “Everybody wants to be black on a Saturday night,” and “I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change,” “Love Will Stand When All Else Falls,” “Stand Up,” “Change Don't Come Easy,” “Tear Down the House,” “Love Will Stand/Ain't Nothin' But a Kiss (Reprise,)” “Memphis Lives in Me,” and “Steal Your Rock and Roll” were all masterfully performed by the artists.

But for some reason, as what a theater critic had said, the musical lacked an authentic soul.  Indeed, the genre sounds too predominantly pop and quite indistinctive from all the other shows with similar themes.

MEMPHIS
Crew: Book and lyrics by Joe DiPietro; music and lyrics by David Bryan; based on a concept by George W. George; directed by Christopher Ashley; choreography by Sergio Trujillo; music producer and supervisor, Christopher Jahnke; sets by David Gallo; costumes by Paul Tazewell; lighting by Howell Binkley; sound by Ken Travis; projection design by Mr. Gallo and Shawn Sagady; hair and wig design by Charles G. LaPointe.
Cast: Adam Pascal as Huey Calhoun, Montego Glover as Felicia Farrell, Derrick Baskin as Gator, J. Bernard Calloway as Delray, James Monroe Iglehart as Bobby, John Jellison as Mr. Simmons and Nancy Opel as Mama.

Venue: Shubert Theater, 225 West 44th Street, Manhattan; (212) 239-6200. Running time: 2 hours 20 minutes.

BOOK REVIEW: Close Your Eyes and Open Your Mind



Meditation seems to take a lot of effort to be able to get into the inner mind and obtain peace. How can one silence the mind? Here is a book that tells beginners how.

The mind naturally wanders, thinks, imagines. But the book Close Your Eyes and Open Your Mind offers an insightful and practical way of making meditation simple and achievable.

It is a must-read, especially for beginners groping for ways to enrich their spiritual growth.

Authored by Dada Nabhaniilananda, a monk and meditation teacher of the spiritual movement Ananda Marga (Path of Bliss) for 30 years, the book was published by the Eternal Wave publishing.

Understanding Meditation
Close Your Eyes and Open Your Mind is written in a hilarious, personalized fashion by Dada Nabha, thereby easily inspiring readers to begin a journey into their inner selves through spiritual meditation. In this age of unprecedented information technology advancements, his book is a wonderful gift of information that happiness comes from within. It teaches readers how to achieve peace and happiness through meditation.

Close Your Eyes has seven chapters with each chapter building up and leading on one's knowledge and understanding of meditation and learning how to do it. It is a powerful and straight forward book that allows readers to understand the deep and profound meaning of spirituality.

It does not impose knowledge, rather, the author is able to open the readers minds on the vastness and beauty of spiritual reality.

Great Reviews for Close Your Eyes and Open Your Mind
The Renaissance Magazine gave a review and said about the author, "Dada has a rare quality of conveying some of the world's deepest truths in simple, clear language. He takes us into the depths of a rich world of deeper spiritual realities but he always takes us by the hand so we never stray too far from its eloquently simple message."

And what is that simple message that instills peace and happiness? Close Your Eyes and Open Your Mind reveals the answer.
Dada Nabha showed how spiritual meditation personally gave him mental peace, good health, emotional balance, creativity, discovery of the profound sense of purpose in life, improved self awareness, developing a sense of universal love, improved will power and concentration, enjoyment, and profound happiness.

It is interesting how he fused the wisdom of the east and modernity of the west in his book. He cites, for example, the spiritual prowess and wisdom of Albert Einstein with that of great eastern philosophers like Shrii Shrii Anandamurti.
Book author Donald Acosta reviewed the book and cited that Close Your Eyes "strips away the mystery to reveal how simple, straightforward, and effective meditation really is. Whether you are a complete beginner or an accomplished practitioner, the book is sure to make you want to just sit down and close your eyes."

For details of the book and the author, log on to EternalWave.com.

Easy Does It! PITSI-PITSI


Easy Does It! PITSI-PITSI


INGREDIENTS:

1 package frozen grated cassava

1 ½ cup water

1 – 1½ cup sugar (to your taste)

1 tbsp lye

frozen grated coconut thawed

HERE’S HOW:

  • Mix all the ingredients well in a mixing bowl except the grated coconut.

  • Put the mixture in a square microwave safe dish and cook on high for 20 – 30 minutes or until the center sets or thickened.

  • Remove from the microwave (be very careful in handling since it will be hot & steamy.)

  • Let it cool.

  • Using a soup spoon (to make small balls), scoop the pitsi-pitsi out from the dish and roll it in the grated coconut.

  • It is so yummy when eaten warm and the longer they sit the better tasting it will be.

  • I even freeze some for later cravings. :)


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Ruth D. Ezra is a culinary queen in her own right through experience and training. She is a bookkeeper by profession at AllState Roadside Services in Northbrook, IL. Her greatest delight is serving good and healthy food to her husband Heman and only daughter, Isabelle. Kit would love to receive feedback on her recipes, and exchange them with yours at ezraruth@comcast.net.

SPRINGTIME AND EASTER: THE TRIUMPH OF HOPE



SPRINGTIME AND EASTER: THE TRIUMPH OF HOPE

Easter cheers to you, awesome readers!

Spring gives the Easter holiday a special meaning. We are in the season when the earth goes through the process of rebirth after the long deathly cold of winter, and Easter brings the same message of triumph against death.

It is the reaffirmation that holding on to hope in our hearts definitely transmits us to a much brighter tomorrow.

In the same breath, the seasons move from the despair of winter to the hope of spring. The soft colors of green and pink begin as the sun gently begins to reign, making the days run longer than the dark. Although it is the time for sneezing because of allergies, what could be more delightful than basking in the warm sun?

Easter is often times associated with Easter eggs and bunnies and rabbits…all symbols of the start of a new life.

Ancient peoples in Egypt, Persia, and India believed that the world began as a huge egg. Old cultures attribute egg as a symbol of new life and rebirth.

Our OSM! cover this week is May Tumulak-Durano who, as a nurse and leader, is very much into the service of giving hope to a new life to patients and children in distress.

We shall be inspired too by the cheerful elegance of Petite Abella-Maglasang who dresses up success as she goes about her day in the corporate world.

The Tales from the Traveling Fool pinches us with the legend of Echo. It is an American Indian folk tale by the Ute tribe which tells of the desperation of a woman, turned humorous.

So read on, dear ones. Remember, there is so much to hope for in life!

Marivir Montebon

Executive Editor

When Crazy is Not Enough


WHEN CRAZY IS NOT ENOUGH


BY DEBBIE ALMOCERA

A recent article from the American Psychiatric Association suggests that Asian Americans have continued to underutilize mental health services for various reasons.

People of Asian descent tend to delay seeking help and treatment for mental health issues and/or emotional disturbances. Although one can easily surmise that this pattern must be a function of cultural beliefs regarding mental health in general, it could also be due of the lack of culturally sensitive and competent helpers. Whatever the primary reason maybe for this trend, the fact remains that this particular population needs to raise its awareness on the importance of addressing mental health needs just like any other medical issues.

Having spent the first 28 years of my life in another country, my brain is molded by thinking patterns (including potentially distorted ones), assimilated throughout those years in my culture of origin. Despite what one might consider a successful integration into the current culture I’m immersed in (especially after 20+ years), I continue to find myself gravitating towards a belief system that is dangerously close to endorsing a culture where mental health is relegated to the background, and mental illness is but a sign of “weakness and frailty in spirit”.

Traditional Asian beliefs, or at least what I have learned during those “younger” years of my life, have taken their roots in my brain quite comfortably. Perhaps the most “problematic” would be my deep-seated belief that mental health issues are secondary only to basic economic needs, and that if the latter is addressed, the mind will achieve “peace”.

Furthermore, that people could simply think their way out of their misery. Of course, years of training and graduate school have since then worked slowly into my brain. I had to unlearn some of my preconceived notion of what mental illness is, and find a balance between antiquated belief systems and scientific medical research on mental health. I have to say, this balance is pretty fragile.

Since we now know that the human brain achieves full development in our mid-20s, then it must be safe to conclude that mine is now on a speedy spiral lurch downward.

When friends come to me for “advice”, regardless of my assertion that I don’t give advice, my initial response is usually based on my “cultural relationship” with them. I highly encourage Asian friends to seek therapy when needed, but also remind them of the tenacity and resilience inherent in their culture, the courage that brought them across oceans to be in a foreign land, and the perseverance that they have continued to exhibit in preserving the values they strongly believe in. I remind them of their fighting spirit, their brave soul, their strong faith. Yes, my “advice” is tainted with non-scientific logic, but most of the time, that is all they want to hear.

Of course, when one is suffering from a true major depressive disorder or other types of mood disorders for that matter, I don’t hesitate to recommend therapy and other treatment modalities, including medications. I would encourage talking to physicians about proper medications. But first I have to break into, and work on cultural boundaries that precipitate fear of treatment. Initial resistance to treatment for fear of being branded as “crazy” or “weak”, or becoming an embarrassment to the family, is not uncommon. Once these barriers are crossed, people are usually receptive to treatment.

One of my dearest friends asked me if I ever get “depressed”. She says my life must be “just wonderful” since I know exactly what to do when faced with problems. I told her what I do is no different from what she does. I yell and scream when I’m upset, I call my friends, I eat tons of chocolate and ice cream, I cry, then I put one foot in front of the other, and move on.

There is plethora of treatment available for Asians, and Asian Americans who suffer from mental illness, and refuse to seek help. We simply have to raise awareness and promote education regarding mental health to this specific population, and remind them that mental illness is a medical condition, affecting people regardless of age, gender, and culture. As my friend said to me after a long explanation on mental illness, “You’re not just crazy, you’re really ill”.

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Debbie Almocera is a licensed therapist working in the behavioral medicine department of one of the largest hospitals in St. Louis, Missouri. For her, there has not been a more fulfilling and rewarding career than the one she has now. She can be reached at dholderle@yahoo.com

Saturday, April 7, 2012

The Visayan Creation Myth


Greetings. I am Le Fou. I travel far and wide around the world, collecting stories, legends, folk tales, and myths to entertain people with. Storytelling has always been a passion for me. Every person has a story to tell. The question is, can they tell it well enough to gain and maintain the attention of everyone else?

Well, if they don’t, the Traveling Fool will do make it interesting for them. Let us start with one of the creation myths that should be familiar to those living in the southern region of the Philippines. I myself after all, was born and raised in the lovely little island of Cebu. Sa ni-adtong panahon*

Maguayan, brother of sky god Kaptan.There was no land,no sun, nor moon, nor stars and the world was only a great sea of water, above which stretched the vast and empty sky. There were no humans yet and the gods were so blissful and happy that the idea of making them never crossed their minds. The water was the kingdom of the god Maguayan and the sky was ruled by his brother Kaptan, the great sky god.

Maguayan had a daughter he named Lidagat, for she was born of the sea, and Kaptan, who had a son who loved to ride the wind, who he named Lihangin. On a very fine and beautiful day—for, during that time the gods never created a day other than so—Lihangin, as usual on his steed, on one of his little adventures chanced upon the lovely Lidagat, and both fell in love. The gods agreed to the marriage of their children,and so the sea became the bride of the wind.

In due time, a daughter and three sons were born to Lidagat and Lihangin. The sons were called Likalibutan (whose name means the whole of the world), Liadlao (the day) and Libulan (the calm and serene moon); the daughter received the name of Lisuga (the light).

The children of Lihangin and Lidagat

Likalibutan had a body of rock and was strong and brave; Libulan was made of copper and was weak and timid; Liadlao was formed of gold and was always happy; and the beautiful Lisuga had a body of pure silver and was sweet and gentle. Their parents were very fond of them and nothing was wanting to make them happy.

After a time Lihangin died and left the control of the winds to his eldest son Likalibutan. The faithful wife Lidagat, forlorn and lonely and missing her husband, soon followed him, and the children, now grown up, were left without father or mother. However, their grandfathers, Kaptan and Maguayan, were as equally fond of them as them as their parents were, and so took care of the four children and guarded them from all evil.

After some time, Likalibutan, proud of his power over the winds and forgetting that his grandfather loved him with all his heart and sheltered him from harm, resolved to gain more power, and asked his brothers to join him in an attack on Kaptan in the sky above. They refused at first, but when Likalibutan, whose temper he inherited from the very god he was plotting against, became angry with them, the amiable Liadlao, not wishing to offend his brother, agreed to help. Then together they induced the timid Libulan to join in the plan.

When all was ready, the three brothers rushed at the sky, but they could not beat down the gates of steel that guarded the entrance. Likalibutan, a confident and proud grin on his face, turned to his brothers and slashed his arms harshly towards the gates in a great show of power; by doing so he let loose the strongest winds and blew the bars in every direction. The brothers rushed into the opening, but were met by their grandfather, the angry god Kaptan. So terrible did he look that they turned and ran in terror. Both Likalibutan’s power and temperament paled greatly against the elder deity.Kaptan, furious at the destruction of his gates, sent three bolts of lightning after them.

The first bolt hit the copper Libulan and melted him into a ball. The second struck the golden Liadlao and he too was melted, and turned into a sphere of gold. The third bolt struck Likalibutan, and his rocky body broke into many pieces and fell into the sea. So huge was he that parts of his body stuck out above the water and became what is known as land.

In the meantime the gentle Lisuga had missed her brothers and started to look for them. They had loved her just as dearly, and agreed that their sister must not be brought into their plan, as it would have been too dangerous for her. And so unknowing of the chaos above she went toward the sky, and as she approached the broken gates, Kaptan, blind with anger, struck her too with lightning, and her silver body broke into thousands of pieces. Thus Lisuga died at the hands of her grandfather, because of her brothers, and without ever knowing why. In the otherworld, Lihangin and Lidagat wept at the ignominious end of their beloved children.

Kaptan then came down from the sky and tore the sea apart, calling on Maguayan to come to him and accusing him of ordering the attack on the sky. Soon Maguayan appeared and answered that he knew nothing of the plot as he had been asleep deep in the sea. After some time, he succeeded in calming his very angry brother. Together they wept at the loss of their grandchildren, especially the gentle and beautiful Lisuga, but even with their powers, they could not restore the dead back to life. However, they gave to each body a beautiful light that will shine forever.

And so it was the golden Liadlao who became the sun and the copper Libulan, the moon, while Lisuga's pieces of silver were turned into the stars of heaven. To wicked Likalibutan, the gods gave no light, but resolved to make his body support a new race of people. So Kaptan gave Maguayan a seed and he planted it on one of the islands.

Soon a bamboo grew, and from the hollow of one of its branches, a man and a woman came out. The man's name was Sikalak and the woman was called Sikabay. They were the parents of the human race. Over time we have come to call the men of the world lalake and the women babaye, in honor of our ancestors.Their first child was a son whom they called Libo, and soon afterwards they had a daughter who was known as Saman. The beautiful islands of Cebu and Samar in the Visayas were named after them.

*Once upon a time

 

 

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Le Fou is a nom de plume used by a literature enthusiast who was born in the Philippines. Le Fou never actually went to any other place other than her home country, the USA, and Canada (for all of two days), so in actuality all the stories this wannabe nomad gets is from the Internet and books. She dreams of one day visiting Europe (Ireland, mostly; but other interesting places are fine too), Japan, China, and Egypt, all the places where magic, mystery and stories were seemingly born in.

Life is a Puto Cheese


LIFE IS A PUTO CHEESE


Ingredients:
* 1 stick butter
* 4 eggs
* 1 can condensed milk
* 1 can coco milk
* 1 1/4 c rice flour
* 1T baking powder
* 2 cups of shredded cheddar cheese

1. Fill your steamer with water and let it boil over medium heat.

2. Melt butter in a mixing bowl; Add eggs and beat together with the butter;

Add condensed milk and coconut milk and mix well. Set aside.


3. On a separate bowl, mix rice flour and baking powder and pour over
with your butter mixture.

4. Place your mixture into your molder and sprinkle with shredded cheddar cheese
and place into a steamer basket. Place over the boiling water and cover.

5. Steam until a toothpick inserted in the center of one of the putos comes out clean. Takes about 20 minutes.

6. Cool on a wire rack and enjoy warm or at room temperature.

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Ruth D. Ezra is a culinary queen in her own right through experience and training. She is a bookkeeper by profession at AllState Roadside Services in Northbrook, IL. Her greatest delight is serving good and healthy food to her husband Heman and only daughter, Isabelle. Kit would love to receive feedback on her recipes, and exchange them with yours at ezraruth@comcast.net.

MAY DURANO: Nurse, Beauty Titlist, Community Leader by Profession


BY MARIVIR MONTEBON


The truth is, there is no such thing as a break for a nurse. Life is all about work, especially inside the hospital premises and even within the supposed comforts of home. For the past 33 years, life has been like that for May Tumulak-Durano, an ER nurse whose roots are from the southern town of San Francisco, Agusan del Sur in Mindanao.


“It takes a solid gut to deal with all the challenges at the work place when you are a nurse since you deal with the delicate lives of patients everyday,” she quipped.


Struggles as a nurse would include politics in the workplace, racial and personal discrimination by patients and co-workers, cultural differences and personality clashes, and being away from your family even on holidays.  Even small things have to be dealt with grace, such as no breaks to eat or time to go to the bathroom.


 “This is normal in a hospital environment and you just can’t crack up…well until it is your off time,” she said.


May began her career in 1985 in Brooklyn, New York as an ER nurse.  She recalled that she had a bad time studying with a group, hence she had to go through the exams all by herself and at her own pace.


“Being ER certified, it means you get paid higher. But of course, the work is much more challenging too.” She trained as a Trauma Nurse-ER at the New York Presbyterian Hospital- Cornell Campus in 1993.


May is currently a Travel Nurse and is on a Per Diem position as a Radiology Nurse at the Princeton University Medical Hospital in Princeton, New Jersey.


 There is life outside the hospital for May. This tall and lovely woman does not only find fulfillment in her profession but also as a passionate leader for charitable causes.  She is in fact, a visible and versatile young civic leader in New Jersey and New York.


 Beauty titles however are not initially her cup of tea.  It is the service that goes with it.


 “I was invited by my friend and classmate, Marian Reyes, to be one of the candidates of PHHOSO. I was not really interested. I told her I will check its website. When I saw the mission and vision statements, together with their charitable missions, I decided to join because this wasn’t just about vanity,” she recalled.


 “For me, a beauty title is not a way of self-promotion but a way of reaching out to those people who can make help you make a difference in helping the less fortunate in our communities. Of course, it was a network of meeting new friends, women who help empower each other,” she said.


Being the president of the Philippine Glambassador of Hope USA, May organizes activities to raise funds for health and education projects in Manhattan in order to benefit selected groups in the Philippines.


May was the Mrs. Philippines Hearts and Hopes Society of New York 2010.  She is also the co-chairperson of the Philippine-American Friendship Council for the Top 21 organizations of the Eastern Sea Board for 2011. She also reigned as Mrs. Glambassador of Hope USA in the same year. 


The group, under the auspices of the Philippine Hearts and Hopes Society Inc. (PHHOSO), holds fundraisers for its various health and education projects. PHHOSO is a socio-civic organization which provides scholarships and relief assistance to selected communities in the Philippines. 


An ongoing project under her term is the ‘Better Nutrition for a Better Education of Schoolchildren’ for two sites in Agusan.


May remembers with pride her parents for the kind of attitude she has for helping out people.  Her father, the late Engr. Bienvenido Tumulak once served as mayor of her town in San Francisco, and was seen as a generous man and relentless public servant. Her mother Remedios Raagas, she said, taught her and her siblings the kind of discipline that has brought them far enough in life. 


May grew up in Cebu where she finished her BS Nursing degree at the Velez College of Nursing and her Masters of Science in Health Administration at the New Jersey City University.


“After a day's work, when you have helped a lot of people, as a nurse or community leader, you feel satisfied that you have touched their lives in a positive way.  There is nothing better than that.”


May drives home to husband Paul Durano and teenage daughter Samantha Brynn Tumulak Lefft to feel the complete woman that she is.


The truth is, there is no such thing as a break for a nurse. Life is all about work, especially inside the hospital premises and even within the supposed comforts of home. For the past 33 years, life has been like that for May Tumulak-Durano, an ER nurse whose roots are from the southern town of San Francisco, Agusan del Sur in Mindanao.


“It takes a solid gut to deal with all the challenges at the work place when you are a nurse since you deal with the delicate lives of patients everyday,” she quipped.


Struggles as a nurse would include politics in the workplace, racial and personal discrimination by patients and co-workers, cultural differences and personality clashes, and being away from your family even on holidays.  Even small things have to be dealt with grace, such as no breaks to eat or time to go to the bathroom.


“This is normal in a hospital environment and you just can’t crack up…well until it is your off time,” she said.


May began her career in 1985 in Brooklyn, New York as an ER nurse.  She recalled that she had a bad time studying with a group, hence she had to go through the exams all by herself and at her own pace.


“Being ER certified, it means you get paid higher. But of course, the work is much more challenging too.” She trained as a Trauma Nurse-ER at the New York Presbyterian Hospital- Cornell Campus in 1993.


May is currently a Travel Nurse and is on a Per Diem position as a Radiology Nurse at the Princeton University Medical Hospital in Princeton, New Jersey.


There is life outside the hospital for May. This tall and lovely woman does not only find fulfillment in her profession but also as a passionate leader for charitable causes.  She is in fact, a visible and versatile young civic leader in New Jersey and New York.


Beauty titles however were not initially her cup of tea.  It was (and still is) the service that goes with it.


“I was invited by my friend and classmate, Marian Reyes, to be one of the candidates of PHHOSO. I was not really interested. I told her I will check its website. When I saw the mission and vision statements, together with their charitable missions, I decided to join because this wasn’t just about vanity,” she recalled.


“For me, a beauty title is not a way of self-promotion but a way of reaching out to those people who can make help you make a difference in helping the less fortunate in our communities. Of course, it was a network of meeting new friends, women who help empower each other,” she said.


Being the president of the Philippine Glambassador of Hope USA, May organizes activities to raise funds for health and education projects in Manhattan in order to benefit selected groups in the Philippines.


 May was the Mrs. Philippines Hearts and Hopes Society of New York 2010.  She is also the co-chairperson of the Philippine-American Friendship Council for the Top 21 organizations of the Eastern Sea Board for 2011. She also reigned as Mrs. Glambassador of Hope USA in the same year. 


 The group, under the auspices of the Philippine Hearts and Hopes Society Inc. (PHHOSO), holds fundraisers for its various health and education projects. PHHOSO is a socio-civic organization which provides scholarships and relief assistance to selected communities in the Philippines. 


 An ongoing project under her term is the ‘Better Nutrition for a Better Education of Schoolchildren’ for two sites in Agusan.


 May remembers with pride her parents for the kind of attitude she has for helping out people.  Her father, the late Engr. Bienvenido Tumulak once served as mayor of her town in San Francisco, and was seen as a generous man and relentless public servant. Her mother Remedios Raagas, she said, taught her and her siblings the kind of discipline that has brought them far enough in life. 


 May grew up in Cebu where she finished her BS Nursing degree at the Velez College of Nursing and her Masters of Science in Health Administration at the New Jersey City University.


 “After a days work, when you have helped a lot of people, as a nurse or community leader, you feel satisfied that you have touched their lives in a positive way.  There is nothing better than that.”


May drives home to husband Paul Durano and teenage daughter Samantha Brynn Tumulak Lefft to feel the complete woman that she is

Top Notch Lady Dresses for Success

Financial consultant Petite Abella-Maglasang always dresses up for success as one of the top notch performers in an insurance giant in the Philippines. “Looking good is the first in the line of duty. Success happens when one works hard, and we have to dress up for it.”

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We Hold Half the Sky



We hold half the sky.

Gender equality has quite remained an uneasy issue despite the age of globalization. To many, there is something about the term equal that doesn’t seem acceptable.

I do not blame people who remain skeptical about gender equality. Sometimes, the sources of information and women’s rights movements come in too loudly or at times, out of tune. There is no competition here between man and woman. It is not a winner-loser relationship of sorts, far from it.

Gender equality, in my own perception, actually means equality in opportunities, regardless of gender. That is all there is to it.

Women hold half the sky. Therefore, we have to be given all the opportunities to develop ourselves as full individuals, and not be limited to roles that have clipped our overall self development and our society.

In the most essential expression, equal opportunities include the right to education, religious practice, profession, political exercise, and social responsibilities. Bring these on, and we shall have drastically changed our manner of treating each other.

In my family, I saw how education empowered each generation. My beloved great grandmother was raised to become a docile, uneducated woman who kept house spanking clean, devotedly religious, and a full-time mother. She never spoke about her own dreams. Everything she did was for her children.

My late grandmother was educated by American soldiers who came to the Philippines after WWII. Oh my, she was feisty, sporty, fashionable, and could speak herself out unafraid, relentlessly. Thanks to her education.

And my mother, who has shown the ability to balance being a wife, mother, and professional, she is one remarkable woman too.

At the root of this equal opportunity situation is shared parenting. Child rearing should be shared, in order for women to be able to do work with economic and professional values, aside from mothering. We could learn from the penguins, for example.

Finally, we women owe it to ourselves. We must regard ourselves with dignity. Only then can we begin to see everyone else fairly.

Marivir Montebon

Executive Editor

A Day in the Life of a "Foreign" Psychotherapist


A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A "FOREIGN" PSYCHOTHERAPIST


BY DEBBIE ALMOCERA

I’ve been working in the mental health field for over 15 years now, and sadly, I have yet to meet a patient who does not look surprised when they meet me for the first time. More than half of them don’t hesitate to ask me if I’m Chinese, nor would they hesitate to ask for the “Chinese lady” when coming in for their next appointment. But of course, that’s the least of my concern when it comes to my job.

There is not a single dull moment in my work day. The field of mental health offers a variety of exhilarating experiences, colossal disappointments, and priceless humorous encounters with patients presenting different realities. I have learned painfully to disassociate myself from the chaos and turmoil in front me, by reminding myself that I am not responsible for other people’s wrong decisions, and that by me being there does not mean they would stop making the wrong decisions.

People often mistake sadness for depression. Sadness is within the range of human emotions. If you never feel sad, chances are, you’re an alien. Just because you’re very sad, does not make you depressed, especially if there’s a reason for your sadness. Depression is an illness, a dysfunction of the brain’s biochemistry. It has physical symptoms – tiredness, fatigue, lack of energy, and lack of interest in things that you used to enjoy doing.

It is not uncommon for patients to cry in my office. They express their frustration, confusion, and their lack of confidence in dealing with their own problems. Sometimes they demand answers from me, or expect me to solve their problems. I tell them I don’t know the answers, and I can’t solve their problems, and they cry even more. If they stay long enough in therapy, they would soon realize they had the answers all along. They simply refuse to acknowledge them for various reasons. For the most part, it is their own fear of having to deal with change in their lives. Change is never easy. But doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result, is insanity. And they wonder why they’re sad.

Patients with Bipolar disorders can be very frustrating, if you allow them to get to you. I raise my protective shield higher when working with them. You never know when the mood changes and you could get caught in the middle. It is important to remind them to get help not only when depressed, but also when they start to see the world in rainbow-colored glasses, and they’re having so much fun they’re neither eating nor sleeping.

I enjoy working with patients with disorganized Schizophrenia, because they’re usually in a good mood, they just don’t know it. I often wonder what kinds of thoughts they really have, aside from the tangential and disorganized speech they are giving me. I ask them how they are doing, and they say “it would be better if it rains”. I ask “and why is that?”, and they say “it’s good for China”. Somehow I have a feeling my ethnicity influenced that train of thought. Then they would ramble on and on without a care in the world if they are ever understood. As far as they are concerned, they make perfect sense and you are the idiot. When they get paranoid however, it’s a different story. You might not get a single word out. And I keep my distance. In case the FBI is watching me too.

These are the people I see every day. By the end of the day, you learn to appreciate what you have, including what’s left of your own sanity.

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Debbie Almocera is a licensed therapist working in the behavioral medicine department of one of the largest hospitals in St. Louis, Missouri. For her, there has not been a more fulfilling and rewarding career than the one she has now. She can be reached at dholderle@yahoo.com

OSM! Exec Editor Grabs Journalism Award

OSM! Executive editor and Publisher Marivir R. Montebon was awarded the Media/Journalism Award by the New Jersey-based organization Pan-American Concerned Citizen Action League to commemorate March, the International Women’s History Month last March 18.

Aside from Ms. Montebon, the honorees in the roster were: Victoria Baxa for faith-based community service, Nida Gonzales-Chan for nutrition, Ma. Victoria S. Dimaculangan for cultural affairs, Alicia S. Almendral MD for aesthetic medicine, Irene Lacson Yupangco for business/real estate, Kathryna B. Santos for nursing, Bituin Escarcha for performing arts, Elvira Reyes for fashion design, Linda K. Repulda for health and humanitarian service, and Nelsie T. Parrado for community service.

Awardee Former Philippine movie-television personality Loreli V. Dima-Ala, a former Philippine movie-TV personality and college professor, did not make it to the event. Fellow academician Lumen Castaneda received the award on her behalf.

The event was grandiose ceremony at the Ramada Hotel in Newark, New Jersey led Hon. Consul General Mario L. De Leon, Jr. and wife Eleonor De Leon.  PACCAL Executive Director Linda M. Mayo was also at the event and was ably assisted by president Rose P. Javier and past president Betty Buenviaje.