In 2172 B.C., one degree down the equator, an island town’s mass exodus started simmering at dusk. CCTV Cameras trained on choice spots all over the island town – split into The Ghetto North and The Plush South – played to an underground chamber below a southern mansion. One cam, mounted to an ancient Mahogany …
In response to a dear teacher’s ask on my take, re: The PBBM-VP Sara “Rift” and the latter’s resignation as DepEd Secretary and NTF-ELCAC Vice Chair, I proffer but an echo, an eighth sense of the insights of our political pundits, whatever that is. Still, may I say, at once, that several grounds apply – …
In a recent voice chat – somewhat reminiscent of the TV show “Kids Say the Darndest Things” – Hannah, my twelve-year-old niece, delightfully schooled me on writing and on a gut-core matter I’ve been wrestling with, most of my pseudo-adult life. You see, I was this crass caveman, long unmoved and cushioned from thoughtful talk. …
Soft snores stirred to a quiet, and the face – firm and fiery, of many a protest against man’s folly – broke into a naughty smile. Freshly-brewed coffee won’t fail me now. Anyway, the mischief seemed pardoned by the promise of hearty breakfast. Pulling on worn rubber boots, Doc Mike rubbed his fingers, lured by …
In whatever age – to the Fisherman, the lake is family. A brother, he most hours of the day wrestled with for one more day with the oars. His boat was a brother, too. Like his fathers before him, the lake made him more than a man. In a hut he shared with his love …
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 the Spectrum Center in Uptown Charlotte, North Carolina, USA. Well, clearly, it started way earlier …
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. Pedro (Arthur Aguinsod Pedro). About a work ethic tucked tight into a character as solid as …
‘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 boats, chop stick our fish, thumb nose my heroes. An open grab, if you ask me. An Imperialist dim sum China …
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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 their tongueless sirens, and the frequent rasping of a lighthouse, and all the unrequited cries of sailors, cacti and colors seldom seen. …
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 for WW II gold chests, Samurai bones and Katanas; for crabs and alien creatures, re-routed traffic at Bahong Creek; waded Balili River for …
