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I was more or less your age in 1972 when Marcos declared martial law. Government was placed under the control of the military. The military was, of course, beholden to Marcos who was commander-in-chief. Thus, all mechanisms…
I was waiting in line for my driver’s license feeling as one must feel given the circumstance of strangers caught somewhat unwillingly in a crowded place; all quite unsure of how long the wait, how slow or…
My late father said it from time to time, “Pesteng yawa!” He snapped those words always as an interjection, an emotion-driven outburst to communicate anger, precursor to a scolding. And I remember myself hating it. Still, the…
I grew up as a child in Paradise. Though this Paradise seemed a poor one; Still, it seemed to me as if we were the richest people there. And this fact planted in me the seeds of…
So who’s afraid of Ninoy’s ghost? Not those who remember EDSA. Not those who remember how Ninoy joined our country together for a brief period of our history, for which brief period we can still be proud…
The truth is relative. It is not subjective. Relative means each of us will be affected by truth in different and singular ways relative to who, what, and where we are. But the truth is not up…
After fixing my sister’s piano, I searched all over for a piano tuner. I found Rolando Lumabi though a referral from Salonga Music Store. Roland came to do the job of replacing strings, tuning, and adjusting the…
ERRATUM: Kinutil apologizes for a factual error in the previous column entitled, “Dinner at Sunzibar.” I misidentified Sunzibar’s partner as Dr. Bong. The correct name is Dr. Lorel Dee M.D. If anyone were to ask: ”What have…
Sometimes good fortune comes to us. Otherwise, we really have to search for it. It is true I could have gone somewhere else on what the balmy weather promised to be an almost perfect Saturday. This place,…
My paternal grandparents’ house in Bonifacio St. was typical for its time. It survived the war and so too its inhabitants. It grew old apace and sired typical progeny. It was a house of music and family…
What would a monument to martial law’s victims look like? What signifiers would it contain? What thoughts conveyed? What memories recalled? Names immediately come to mind. Many names. Perhaps too many. We wonder who might be left…
God can very well take perfect care of Himself. What dent in the cosmos can another insult against Him affect? Nothing… Except to make us laugh. A grown man, this powerful, pursuing his childish war against Christianity…
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