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The most comprehensive account on the activities of Leon Kilat is the website Leon Kilat and the Cebu Revolt by former The Freeman editor Emil Justimbaste.
Most of the information came from Justimbaste’s site and from an old article in Sun.Star Weekend.
Leon Kilat was born in Bacon, Negros Oriental on July 27, 1873. He went to Cebu and worked for a drug store and later a bakery. He later joined a circus owned by Tagalogs, and among them was a katipunero.
Justimbaste said “It was there that he was recruited into the secret council of the KKK which also taught the occult sciences, magic, and other esoteric practices.”
Villegas, according to Justimbaste, was known for his bravery. He was sent to Cebu to lead the local Katipunan, carrying with him a letter of appointment signed by General Emilio Aguinaldo.
Leon Kilat, according to the myth that surrounded him years after his death, was said to possess amulets that made him almost invincible.
Justimbaste said:
“Relatives in Bacong, Negros Oriental would testify that Leon Kilat had the uncanny ability to appear in places from seemingly out of nowhere and disappear, using his handkerchief like a magic carpet. Thus the name “Kilat” (lightning).
“Ako, nakakita gayud. Moasdang siya sa mga kaaway bisan naghadyong ang mga bala. Makuli nga maigo ug kon maigo man gani, maorag dili siya dutlan kay mamapha lang ug dili maunsa,” recalled Andres Abellana 30 years after the revolution. (I really saw it myself. He would advance towards his enemies even with bullets buzzing around him. It would be difficult to hit him. Or, even if he is hit, he simply dusts himself and he is not even hurt.)
When their comrades started getting arrested days before he would be killed, Villegas was reported to have said: “Tana, moalsa kita karong adlawa. Kadtong saad ayaw na’g hulata, dili ta kini palabyong adlawa. Kay usa ka gutlo nga paglangan, libo ka dupa ang kadaugan sa atbang.” (Come, let us start the uprising today. Let’s not wait for the promised help, we will not let this day pass. A moment wasted means victory for the enemy.)
The revolutionaries suffered setbacks and retreated to the southern town of Carcar, where Leon Kilat would be killed by Cebuano traitors on Good Friday of 1898.
Justimbaste reported Vicent Alcoseba as saying that it was Fr. Francisco Blanco, who was teaching Latin at the Colegio-Seminario de San Carlos, who suggested to kapitan Florencio Noel that the only way Carcar could avoid retaliation by the Spaniards was to kill Kilat.
When Kilat arrived in Carcar, Justimbaste said, he was treated like a dignitary. Kilat and his men were treated to a feast of goat’s meat, chicken and pork. Justimbaste said that after supper, Kilat was offered “coffee and ginebra.”
When Kilat went to sleep, however, the traitors made their move. Here’s Justimbaste’s account of the killing:
Then Apolinario Alcuitas, a recruit of the katipunan in Kabkab, shouted for everyone to hear: “Mga kaigsoonan, ipahibalo ko kaninyo nga karong gabhiona, may ihawon akong kabayo.” (Brothers, I would like to announce that tonight I am going to slaughter a horse.) At that time, Alcoseba could not understand the meaning of all these
Vicente Alfafara would wake up a few hours later when he heard loud noises coming from Kilat’s room. He awakened his uncle Mariano and both went outside at once, only to be met by Florencio Noel coming up the stairs, carrying a huge crucifix and asking excitedly: “Naunsa na? Naunsa na?” (Has anything happened yet?)
Then Noel shouted: “Viva Espana! Viva Espana!” Several others outside the house responded.
Vicente found the maid Kitay and both went inside Kilat’s room from where loud noises came. There he saw to his shock the limp body of Kilat being pinned down by eight men, with some of them taking turns at stabbing it. The skull had been earlier smashed with the butt of Kilat’s own gun.
“Buhi pa ba?” Vicente heard Vinsyong Cui ask.
“Patay na intawon,” answered Kitay. Vicente, who was speechless leaned against the wall, in shock.
Then they took his body down the stairs til Cui told the other conspirators: “Ihunong. Ibutang una ninyo. Atong sulayan, ambi tuod dili ba dutlan.” (Stop. Put it down. Let’s see if he really is invulnerable.)
Each one took turns at stabbing the body and breaking some of his limbs. Then they carried Leon Kilat’s body to the center of the town where it was displayed for all residents to see. It was 5:00 early Friday morning.”

Judy and I have been hanging out more often. It's been refreshing. I've always been the kind of person to do things and go places on my own but I've been making her tag along as of late. We go jogging together and for Jamba Juice or "bubble" tea once in a while. We go to thrift stores and grocery shopping together. I never understood those people who push their siblings as far away as they can from their daily social life. On second thoughts, I guess I can; the thought of hanging out with my brothers is not something I'm ready for yet (nor would I ever want to be).

After a week of early summer heat -- it was close to a hundred for five days in a row, the other two days were in the nineties -- the weather has cooled down dramatically. It's been verysudden, as if someone had accidentally unplugged the refridgerator and then plugged it back in. We've gone from t-shirts and shorts back to jeans and baracuta jackets. But that's always been Sacramento weather for you. Being stuck in the middle of the valley, we're at the mercy of whatever after effects that the ocean blows in off the coast and are forever confused.

We began the day moping around the house all morning and afternoon, having ice cream, potato chips and soda for lunch, I though it'd be nice if we went out for a bit. I dragged Judy off of her computer and we went for a walk at the Sacramento SPCA Center. Even though we won't be getting any animal friends in the house for a while -- until we replace our worn green carpet with wooden floorboards, which isn't happening anytime soon given how my parents have been dragging their feet on it -- we enjoy going to the SPCA just to see all the different dogs, cats and bunnies.

Today, we saw an American Eskimo dog that we both wanted. Usually, we try our best to follow the rules and not stick our fingers through the cage, but I saw a little girl find an opening by the cage handle that was big enough for a person to put their arm through. She was playing with the face of a big black labrador retriever that was slobbering over her forearm. I thought it was a bit dangerous, but her parents were standing next to her and the dog seemed friendly enough. Anyway, I decided to do the same thing. I rolled up my sleeves and put my arm through. The dog was named Nimbus and it was very fitting name because he looked like a giant furry cloud and he didn't slober at all, he just brushed his smooth coat over my hand like how a cat would.

The signs on the cages of the animals indicated that they were either adopted or on hold for someone already and it made feel happy. On other days, we hardly see one adoption. After Judy and I walked out of the dog area to look at bunnies, we saw Nimbus walk out on a leash being held by a young hipster couple. Lucky people.

Today was also the day I found out that the roll of film I've been working for the past three weeks never existed. What I mean to say is that I never put film in to the camera before I started taking pictures with it. Judy and I were sitting in the parking lot of Target. She was drinking bubble tea as I was trying to finish off the last two frames on the people walking by. The film lever just kept going and going when I should have felt that resistance that lets you know it's done. Ok. Maybe the film got pulled out of the metal canister. No problem. I'll take it home and remove it in the darkness of the bathroom and bring it back later. When I got home, I popped the back of the camera only to feel nothing. No metal canister, no film -- the second time in my life that I've done that. The last time was when Addy was here during the summer of 2006 and we had a day trip to San Francisco.

I hate phantom film rolls.

What happened? I remember I was planning to load it but couldn't decide which film to use and just told myself I'll decide later. I never did. There were a lot of good pictures and moments that will never make their way into actual pictures. I'll comfort myself with the thought that I'll remember them up here at least.