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RETURNING from a four-day vacation in Boracay, where I
had a fabulous stay at the newly built resort Two
Seasons (more on that in a future travel story), I find
that things haven’t changed much in Metro Manila.
There
was still much discussion on who was behind the
explosion at the Batasan despite the arrests of
suspects, denials on corruption as the root of a World
Bank loan cancellation, and the Senate investigating yet
another case of political impropriety regarding the cash
handouts in Malacañang (this, even if they had yet to
wrap things up on the ZTE-NBN deal).
These
same-old, same-old issues are the reasons why I enjoy
traveling and covering lifestyle stories. Who can stand
all that muck-raking and the endless news of government
stealing day in and day out when there’s so much more
going on in other parts of the country? Everyone needs a
break, and I always thank the Big Guy upstairs for
allowing me to cover functions that some may find a bit
escapist and unreal—amid all the blood, sweat and gore
of everyday hard news—but nevertheless are still about
honest people just trying to make an honest living. I
think happy occasions are still worth covering, right?
Thankfully, such events, like the blessing of Two
Seasons last weekend, also allowed me to make new
friends, get up close to families like the Peñalozas,
the resort’s owners, who are warm sincere people trying
to make a difference in their lives and their
businesses.
My
travel buddies and I were touched that such a family,
with a long tradition of Filipino-Chinese values, could
be so warm and open to “outsiders” like us. We always
perceive Chinoy families to be closed and extremely
protective of one another, unable to genuinely relate to
people without such privileged DNA. (Well, I do have
some Chinese blood, which accounts for my fair
complexion and slightly chinita eyes, but this
has long been diluted by the murky brown
indio
marriages of my forefathers hehehe.) Happily, the
Peñalozas were all warm chocolatey goodness. And having
been a journalist for so long, I guess I know when
someone is sincere or just BS’ing me.
My
travel buddies and I were especially there to interview
Jonathan, the “numbah wan sun” who runs Two Seasons.
Heir to the ball bearings business his grandparents
started, he disarmed us by his quiet charm and
willingness to share with us his internal “processes” in
eventually taking over the company from his father,
Victor, and wishing to strike out on his own in an
entirely different direction, by going into the
resort/hospitality service industry. It was evident,
however, that his dad and the family matriarch, amah,
were all thumbs-up for the splendid new resort after
seeing how Jonathan parlayed his keen sense for
aesthetics and design into another possibly profitable
business. All the other uncles, aunts and cousins,
including family friends, were out in full force in
Boracay to lend their support to the happy occasion.
(It was
also so cute to see the very chika-looking amah, all of
92 years, smiling at everyone, while sitting in a
wheelchair especially designed for the beach. I was told
that she still gets up every day to go to work...what a
tremendous spirit, that woman.)
And
thank goodness for Jonathan’s lovely wife Jenny, who has
been “conscripted” into the family business. No
screaming and being dragged by her hands and feet,
though. Jenny told us that she is happy to help out in
the family business, training the staff from all over
the country. Having her join the business allowed
Jonathan to remain focused on the construction and
design of the resort. How she also found the time to
take care of her equally wonderful kids is a feat in
itself and worthy of any working mom award.
Then,
there’s the pert and pretty Jocelyn, who jokingly
proclaimed herself to be the “youngest” among the
siblings. She immediately warmed up to us and started
telling us about her business and the most important
relationship she’s had. She owns a store called French
Dolls at the TriNoma—and, no, it doesn’t sell dolls but
clothes from
Bangkok,
my favorite shopping destination. Of course, the trendy
clothes won’t fit large-sized me, but they’d be in my
closet if I were a size 6. (Still, I couldn’t help but
kid Jocelyn: “Galit ka sa matataba, ano?”)
She is
also married to Alfrancis Chua, whom everybody calls
“Coach,” having been the Sta. Lucia Realtors’ coach for
the longest time. Now conducting basketball clinics for
kids aside from other businesses, Coach—or “Chua-lai,”
as sports journalists apparently call him—just made us
sick to our stomachs from all the laughing we did over
his hilarious stories. Yet it moved me for someone big
and tough like the Coach to confess that Jocelyn was the
only woman who could make him settle down after all the
girls he’s had in his life (and you’d be surprised at
all the celebrity babes who’ve been linked to him). The
clincher of the story is that Al and Jocelyn were
high-school sweethearts and were oceans apart for quite
a long time before finding each other again. It’s a love
story that immediately elicits an “Awwww” from anyone
who hears it.”
The
youngest—for real—among the five siblings (sorry
Jocelyn!) is crazy Jason. Having just returned from the
US, where he had a swell career photographing for The
Gap and Guess, Jason has come home to set up himself
here in Manila and have a go at the local commercial
photography business. In the short time that he’s been
here, he’s snagged major covers for a lot of the
country’s glossy magazines. And yet he’s such a regular
guy, despite his youth. I have never been so entertained
by such a sweet funny person. Still he admitted being
torn by his artistic spirit and his familial
obligations. It is a conflict I can only pray he would
resolve to everyone’s satisfaction, especially his own.
We
weren’t able to sit down and talk with the other
Peñaloza siblings but from the ones we met, I have no
doubt that they are equally pleasant and amiable.
Spending
a short time with a close and gregarious family like the
Peñalozas was a real treat for hard newshounds like me.
It reminds me of what really matters in this complex and
often dog-eat-dog world we live in. |