Pedro Manuel did not lead a celebrated life. He did not loot one of the most famous and extensive libraries in Asia and hoard its contents in his personal library. He did not promise undying fealty to Diego silang only to abandon him and his troops to the fate of execution when they abandoned Manila. He did not withdraw a promised inheritance once he learned the person qualified for a place in the Marylebone Workhouse, despite declarations of love and loyalty. He was never an employee of the East India Company, the kind of Microsoft of its day, imbued with the sense of entitilement that comes when vast, unchecked powers are enrobed in the royal franchise and racial superiority. He did not drag an entire nation of people into a war fought for thoroughly baffling political premises 10,000 kilometres away.
So no, as a servant, as a caretaker, as an immigrant, he led a humble life of quiet, if unappreciated, duty.He lived in Marylebone at 57 Marylebone High Street in what is now a hospital, next door the parish churchyard, and worked for Alexander Dalrymple who was the Governor General of the Philippines and the hydrographer for the British East India Company. Some of his work as a hydrographer is credited in a map of Sulu held in British Library that part of Dalrymple's work.
But it is safe to say that, like Pablo Picasso in the Modern Lovers song, was never called an asshole.