Tales of the Corporate and the Synergy of Reader Experience

PRPB’s Book Talakayan of Siege Malvar’s Team Building and Strat Planning

One of the most interesting interviews I’ve done so far happened last Sunday, June 28th at The Stacks, One Ayala. I’ve interviewed several authors before and usually ask about their writing process and the ideas behind their work. But this was the first time I got to interview an author whose books I had actually given a 1-star review. As a critical reader, I felt that I still owed the books—and the author—honest but respectful questions about 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘉𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 and 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.

We started the discussion with the usual introductions of Pinoy Reads Pinoy Books, its vision to champion Filipinos and their writing, and engagements to the third spaces. Then I asked the audience to introduce themselves with their names, and the water bottle brands they carry. A water bottle is an important belonging to every Pinoy nowadays, and it was also a very important plot device in Siege’s books.

With my tablet, I crafted the questions in “corporate speak”, a language representing different departments of an enterprise. After all, Siege’s Linkedin profile mentions, “sell stories, weaponize truths, and create blueprints for communication”. Using root-cause analysis, I asked the first question, as if “relayed by the Research & Development Department”, and the author said that it was the real-life tragedy that inspired Team Building.

The story came from a deeply personal experience: while attending a company team building outside Manila, his father passed away. On his way home, the van he was riding in got into an accident with a motorcycle, leaving him stranded for hours while waiting for another vehicle. Curious neighbors wondered who the lone passenger was, if he was a politician or an actor avoiding the public, without realizing he was simply grieving. That tension between personal loss and the corporate expectation of building a “family” became the seed for what I like to call his Corporate Cycle Novellas.

I also found it interesting that despite never becoming a fellow in any national writers workshop, he’s very open to literary criticism. He doesn’t see criticism as an attack but as part of the conversation between a writer and different kinds of readers. It was refreshing to hear someone speak so openly about receiving feedback, especially after reading works that I personally didn’t enjoy.

Talking to him also reminded me that authors are often more layered than the characters they create. “As relayed by the metrics of the Human Resources”, I jested, I asked his current state from the spectrum of Sue to Mindy: Sue being the ruthless to people in the team while on the other end, Mindy having the patronizing maternal kindness. He mentioned that in real practice of his career, he is the whole spectrum: he could be as ruthless as Sue and as nurturing as Mindy, which made me appreciate how much of himself he had poured into these stories. He asked me the same question, using the same spectrum. I bluntly answered back with a 95% Sue, while my 5% humanity is poured outside of the Corporate — which is this book club. Perhaps it was also a personal wake up call to treat every encounter with kindness and compassion, even after giving his book a one-star review.

Coming from the Ethics and Governance commitee, I asked, “What haunted him the most about these two novellas?” I expected him to bring up the people within the novellas. That can be the mecha elements overriding Manny Conda’s physicality, or Oliver’s struggle with dissonant psyche (because of the comfortable lifestyle) or even about Miggy’s losing mental capacity (with increasing amounts of administered medicine). I even prompted him, that maybe the island’s mysticism can get him sleepless for a bit. Instead, he pointed to one line from Mindy: “Ang pagtatrabaho nang marangal sa Pilipinas ay araw-araw na pagtaya ng buhay.” That answer completely reframed the conversation. Mindy’s one-liner distills the novella’s central thesis: that for many Filipinos, earning an honest living comes at an unbearable human cost. It also encapsulates the books’ ethical ethos—a persistent interrogation of the systems that demand dignity while making survival increasingly inhumane.

I asked Siege about his roadmapping (“Because the Office of the President asks me so!”), and he shared that he’d like to conclude the Eskinita Imprint as a trilogy, the third novella covering other explorations of characters and their respective arcs. He added that discussions are ongoing with 19th Avenida Publishing about possibly releasing an omnibus edition of Team Building to further expand the universe of PhilNutrition, Inc.

We ended the interview by giving him a faux Owala water bottle—a fitting way to wrap things up, considering how symbolic it is in the novella. It’s a plot device, a marker of social status, and perhaps the most practical reminder of all: stay hydrated while surviving the chaos of corporate life.

Pinoy Reads Pinoy Books is deeply grateful to Packing Sheets, 19th Avenida Publishing, and One Ayala for making this Book Talakayan possible.

Pagpapatuloy

Nalulunod sa dami ng gulo ng mundo, kaya ko nilayasan ito ng isang linggo.
Pagbalik ko, hindi na naubos. Sa isang banda, may gustong ituloy. Sa kabila, may yumao.
Tila napapaligiran ako ng ingay at patay, at hindi ako pinagbibigyang tumulala at magnilay.

Sabi nila, kailangang ikaw mismo ang maglalaan ng sandali ng pagtunganga at pagtulala. Mga minsanang pagdinig sa paligid na patuloy ang kwento habang ikaw ay isang rebultong nakatanghod sa isang sansaglit na sana’y mas humaba, mas tumagal.

“Grabe naman yung gamot sa ospital, tatlong milyon.” Wala akong ipon, wala akong kakayarang magbayad nang ganon. Wala akong kakayahang tumigil sa pagbuno, sa pagkayod.

Kailan ba ako makakapagpahinga? Hanggang sa susunod bang pag-akyat sa bundok? Hanggang sa susunod na langoy? Or mas mabuti bang ipikit ang mata at diwa at itigil ang sariling mundo.

Bukas, panibagong trabaho, panibagong adhika, panibagong pagpapatuloy. Ito na lang ba ang dahilan ng pagbangon? O ito na talaga yun, ang inaasam kong maipamana sa kapwa-tao…?

Figuring Out the Logistics of Loss While Inside the Coffee Shop

As I wait for that last P2P bus going to the Bicol International Airport, I re-read my most recent blog about figuring our the logistics of loss. Here is a recap of sorts:

a. Kazakhstan is cancelled for 2026. I rechanneled the funds to a local travel with my family and for tanking another “Death Plan”

b. Taiwan alpine hike is at 50-50, meaning, I am still undecided on tanking the credit card bills for three months worth, just to take a difficult trail (because the body and mental health needed it)

c. I did the KiudKad – the last resort this week, to have a rest, to hike the mini-peak of Daldagon, to play mobile legends, to read novels and poems… and totally forgotten to ugly cry.

As of this moment, I do not have the capacity or the space to do the ugly dramas of grieving; I just received a message from Mama that the GSIS is yet requiring another document to submit when I get back to Manila. Another set of “burden of proof”, another subset of Remedial Law that I read in my younger years, another count of the two-to-three-weeks before them saying, “Mrs. Betos is entitled to the Surviving Spouse benefit. Please proceed to the Landbank Account Opening on the Pensioner’s Lounge.”

The last time I ugly cried was three years ago, when I was asked, “Why are you really here?” and my response was the tears of hope and a possibility of a parallel timeline of a Tax Accountant’s wife, disintegrated before my very eyes. Moreoften than then I think about things, and no matter how polished a death plan is, the life is indeed fleeting and I still feel like rushing on the moments when I should be still.

Does ugly crying become a personal tick box that I long to check, making sure that my sagacity is earned with emotional maturity?

What if I tell you, that I forgot to grieve the moment I left my eight-year-old American tourister in the middle of the Eminent luggage store in Taichung HSR, while rushing for the bullet train bound for Taipei?

Will I still be that person that you seek wisdom for?

Corporate Actions

Business need is:
Avoid taxes by splitting the price
or splitting the shares.
It definitely split my time
for focus work, for things
that should only take
15-30 minutes ETA of
“Are we Green?” email.

But these Stock Splits, Reverse Splits,
Mergers and Spinoffs
have robbed me of my sleep,
keeping me out of my hobby.
While these shares—
keeping me count other’s money.

With all of the time and energy
wasted or spent,
Can I even have my taxes saved?

Or was it spent again
By politicos and nepos,
reverse splitting their wares?


Poetics: These ridiculous daily BAU at #TheBank  since the last week ebb away the lutheal phase and left me with positional vertigo and high levels of cortisol.

Hormonal Whaling

14 January 2026. 4:30 AM. Pasig City.

Waning Nights and Luteal Phases: these are some of the aggravators of the loneliness resurfacing from the depths of my mind.

Symptoms started upon him ghosting. Cold turkey. I sincerly disclosed my huge mortgage and its debt servicing until 2037, together with most of my siblings out of the country. I also told him about my generational trauma and opting to be childfree. In this hour, my mind was shouting,

“I’m too broken to be fixed, too expensive to be compensated.”

Too big to brag, or even drag along. Too cute to be a friend. Too innocent to be a girlfriend. A perfect BEBU: bembang buddy.

Funny.

But to keep that in your head throughout the commute from the family home is really taxing. When I was supposed to summon the conscious mind and focus on the next task of putting away these newly-cleaned clothes, the hindsight was internalizing Bon Jovi’s I’LL-BE-THERE-FOR-YOU-THESE-FIVE-WORDS-I-SWEAR-TO-YOU blasting inside kuya grab’s Vios, battling the sleepiness hours before the dawn.

I just wanted a company until I am older and retired from the Corporate ladder. I wish to message him again. Tell him, “Hey. It’s okay that you won’t pick me. I get it. But I still want to be a friend.”

I still crave for a single man as a friend. A man who will make me feel safe, even though his english sounds like a cut and paste from Chatgpt.

And yet, the luteal phase still wins. Justin Bieber’s “I’d settle for the ghost of you” reverberates this posporo condo, its annual association dues recently settled, bearing a smaller amount to pay the remaining balance of my Taiwan travel and hike.

On good days, we are the art. On bad days, we create the art.

-Alan Navarra, Falling Apart by Design

Huh. Perhaps a small win in this agonizing season is this diary entry. A little life (update) of sorts. I cannot wait for the day of my period where all of these will be washed away. But for now, I grieve.


18 January 2026. 5:00AM. UP Los Baños.

Second day of period today.

Not exactly a mental health break, but yesterday was a great detox from the busy city life. Expensive though. To go to the Aliw falls, we have to pay 300 per person, drove around Caliraya and Cavinti and Luisiana towns and witness a natural resource being gentrified. Hello, there’s a helicopter and a pyramid on top of a hill! NUGAGAWEN?! Sigh. Para talaga sa mga jejemon eh.

Charles and I caught up on things: his Think Tank and Teaching gigs, the co-parenting and its exit strategy out of Pinas for an NZ citizenship, his “Persondi” the law student 6 years his junior; In exchange, my reliving travel moments with dok as a potato princess, my sentiments in the Bible “as the only good book”, Cognitive Behavior Therapy, and the fucken Peranakan who ghosted me and costed me a hormonal breakdown.

Told him the same, “I’m too broken to be fixed, too expensive to be compensated, Charles.” He suddenly answered—

“And you are! And yet, you are thriving!”

Ang layo na sa sinabi niya noong, “Nai-insecure ako sa achievements mo!” in our big quarrel (which was a reason for breakup, btw). That must have altered my brain chemistry.

Siguro at this point, I just want to take everything with grace and not assume things. I do crave those organic encounters, not gonna lie. Hopeful pa rin ako sa marriage. I just wanted a life partner who is okay with me being childfree, and who accepts me for all that I am. Super bonus points na yung exuding effeminate energy and hindi forever golden source ang self-help sa pagbabasa.

Speaking of reading, I was too comfortable with Charles driving me around and too tired from puyat, I took a nap upon checking in SEARCA Hotel (inside UPLB). Good thing this guy has reserved a room for me. The hotel amenities are very much comfortable. Clean toilet and hot shower! I am amazed that this was built from the 70s and still being used for conferences. Pwede na ito for team building or writing workshop activities!!!

I must dedicate some morning moments to at least read. Buti na lang masarap yung tirang adobong itik from Las Cadias Wellness Resort. A bit expensive though.