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Honoring my Mother | Bayan ni Juan

In the present setting, the communal spirit we Filipinos fondly call Bayanihan has been overused so much that, it might as well have a tiny encircled “R” placed after it.

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Honoring My Mother | Perspectives on a one-way street

I WAS RECENTLY in a conversation with some friends and our topic stumbled into “how do you deal with an obnoxious person?”

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Honoring my Mother | Perspectives on a one-way street

I was recently in a conversation with some friends and our topic stumbled into “how do you deal with an obnoxious person?”

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Honoring My Mother | Six degrees of separation

IN 1929, FRIGYES Karinthy, a Hungarian poet wrote a short story “Chains,” and hinted (rather humorously) at a novel idea: all of us could be connected to each other via a mere six-step link. Many years later, an American (who

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Honoring my Mother | Six degrees of separation

In 1929, Frigyes Karinthy, a Hungarian poet wrote a short story “Chains,” and hinted (rather humorously) at a novel idea: all of us could be connected to each other via a mere six-step link.

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Honoring My Mother | The day the music died

THE INTERNET is down. Again. Not only that. It always happens when there is work to be done, like deadlines for me, Skype meetings for the mum, and school projects for my uni little big man. Murphy’s Law in full

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Honoring my mother | Confessions of an ex-weekend warrior

STUDENTS and office workers alike can attest to this: the weekend always brings with it a special whiff of expectation. It almost always carries with it that child-like feel of Christmas eve. Friday mornings especially, always seem to bring a

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Honoring my mother | Secret love

I KNOW of one college professor in Manila who, through the years, has received numerous citations that would now make her Curriculum Vitae appear like she was being primed for a Datu Bago award candidacy.

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Honoring my mother | When 89 is just a number

STILL very much his own man, my father is 89. With the passing of his own dad, a US serviceman in the war, Pops, an only child, was raised by my strong-willed lola.

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Honoring My Mother | The Silence of this Lamb

I THINK everybody has experienced this. It is evening, and as you leave the city behind and hit the open country road, the wonderful panorama of millions of stars becomes suddenly visible

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