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The Battle of Leyte Gulf: Oct. 23 to Oct. 25, 1944

The year was 1944. The war in the Pacific had definitely turned against Imperial Japan. On June 19 of that year, the outcome of the...

The Little Prince of six-strings cross paths with the Rogue Traveler

  Three claps silenced the whole place. Everyone transfixed their gaze to the person on the stage, the Executive Director of Alliance Française de Manille,...

Practical theory

Are we ladies protesting too much?  The intention was good, but is it fair to damn the Angono police as leading women to somewhere...

Unhidden markers of Kilometer Zero

This was my daughter Janna’s idea; I never wanted to go to Rizal Park at midmorning, when the sun’s rays piercing the skin without...

On that night I died and woke up the next day

And I have done it again. The days counted revert to none. And just like that, I go by zero day after day. Every step I took in the days I counted, I stepped on again backwards like a retrograde had pulled my...

Meeting Ninotchka Rosca Again

Meeting Ninotchka Rosca, or Notch, evoked a slice of teenage years. One day, she suddenly popped up among us English Majors, a rather “formidable” and exclusive group, in the eyes of Engineering, Law, and Fine Arts students at the University of the Philippines...

The Day Tradition Died

Salubong is a Tagalog word I have always associated with St. James, the Apostle, better known as Santiago Apostol to Plarideleños—the people of my hometown, Plaridel, in Bulacan Province.  Santiago Apostol is our town’s patron saint, the star of the show held on Dec....

Ricky Lee: Tale of a motherless child

Many things about Ricky Lee’s life are worth rewinding. As he turns 76 this March 19, he has obviously come to terms with what life has given him. His life’s chapters look like scenes from a teleserye or at best, from Victor Hugo’s Les...

Where’s the patis?

A Filipino may denationalize himself but not his stomach. He may travel over the seven seas and the five continents and the two hemispheres and lose the savor of home and forget his identity and believe himself a citizen of the world. But...

Streets of Quiapo

I have a clear memory of Quiapo in the mid-60s. Quiapo Church was were aunts and other relatives lighted votive candles and recited novenas before hearing regular Friday and Sunday masses. As a working student for a couple of years at the technical school...

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