Lazy Sunday afternoon, 71°F , New York City Even when I was still full from lunch, I couldn’t help but salivate when I saw the...
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My Little Blue Bird
hi, handsome bird. your eye is filled with meaning that I cannot yet understand. your feathers of blue make me want to look at the sky and the sea more than i should have been through these years. i very much admire how you...
Himala
The frightening thought that age is catching up with me worries me every time I fall into the habit of comparing my generation to the youngsters now. It was the same way my Mom or Lola would elevate their times by discrediting ours. They...
Les Miserables and Bonifacio
Truth be told, I watched Les Miserables not for its Hollywood trappings, but in memory of the heroism of the great Andres Bonifacio and the Katipuneros of 1896. Victor Hugo’s novel from which the musical, and subsequently the film, was based from was among...
Happy New Year!
Everything could have ended this year, but it didn’t. So this year I’m most thankful for having survived the Armageddon 2012. I expect more death defying struggles to come but with a powerful Ally up high, I feel secured knowing there’s an evacuation site...
Caring for the Elderly
While the rest of the world were partying for the new year, these daughters happily fulfilled their filial obligations. ‘Nanay’ is sick so like any true-blooded Pinoy anak, they were by her bedside. In the entire rehab of 8 floors, they were the only...
MAMA’S BOY
Our contributor, Mark Martinez, is a Speech Communications graduate of UP Baguio. On his free time he writes prose and poetry in three languages: English, Tagalog and Ilocano. He is a freelance journalist and currently dabbles in photography. Last year, I spent Mother’s Day...
“It is ironic that many Filipinos learn to love the Philippines while abroad, not at home.” ― Ambeth Ocampo, Rizal Without the Overcoat
‘Senti’
Earlier, in a rain-drenched and chilly New York, I got lost in the creative strumming of a Japanese guitarist at West 4th station. I don’t know why I easily fall victim to wonderful and romantic tunes. I was enraptured…I was in a standstill. People...
For years I celebrated diversity in New York without ever realizing the slice of ethnic diversity that I could still add to the pool — my being Ilocano. Given the excitement of the Big Apple, I forgot the fact that before I became a...
Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?
As a young girl, I always heard my mom play this song. Although I wasn’t really paying attention to the lyrics, the rhythm and the sentiments of a woman unsure was never forgotten. Looking back, I place my mother in a different light now...
