More endearing than any fairy tale love story is a real one. A remarkable rarity, more so, for one that starts at a barbecue and halo-halo stand in Camp Dangwa, La Trinidad and ends up in an NBA game ...
At 1:22 a.m., on a humid bud of a Thursday, it started quite odd, writing on the opposite of what I am. But it got quite easy soon enough, thankfully, writing on things I am not. Things about A.A. Ped...
‘Unpredictable high winds and misfortunes are in the skies!’ -Chinese Adage Like a bad Kung Fu movie, duh has become of the Chinese incursion. Their ships roil near our shores. They hose our supply bo...
At the last hour, this column’s subject got upturned by sound advice. And later, by the sound, too, of YouTube piano and crickets. And between the commercials, those galaxies and rushing skies, with t...
In the 80s, before getting ‘drafted,’ our summers in Gayasi swam, sucking on bisudak; spat on and swung a bat in Dapiting’s playgrounds; choked, chuckling, on a snuck Marlboro; scavenged Mt. Kalugong ...
Dear Madam Vice President, I write from the mountains of Benguet, of the Ibaloi Tribe. I say this since: first, you won here big-time – 70% of total votes cast – so, far from being any attempt to roil...
Once, I thought and might have even argued, as fiery as any “feeling musician” or Rolling Stones mag critic, that no band could ever out-E-heads apo Eli Buendia et al. Sui generis is what they were. S...
In a mountain Kingdom nearest the moon, inside the King’s chambers, once upon a time. “Son…” the King rasped. “I go to my grave, buried with the burden of Kings before me…” “Father…” A gnarled hand, a...
There’s nothing to like about death for the grief it brings. One death is one too many, said a Sage once. And no one, save the insufferable sociopath we’ve come to know, belies the saw. Yet the testim...
Of late, news of the deaths of two good friends, a mere fortnight apart, came via Messenger. Popo, 48, and Darwin, 36. Both were decent people, and so, are well-loved, and tears fell a mighty torrent ...