By Butch Galicia Bewitched. Two years past, I put on a bloody red devil’s mask, with horns and beard. On seeing me, my granddaughter exclaimed: “Look, a goat!” Last year, I put on a very ugly mask. My body covered in black cloth, I stood in the dark. A candle flickered in front of my head. As soon… Read More »
On July 27, 2015, the Kapisanan Philippines Centre for Arts and Culture sent me an e-mail. It was a cut-and-paste ‘message’ that graced the Kapisanan webpage since July 24, wherein Kapisanan’s executive director Nicole Cajucom took issue with a news item Filipino centre helps youth reach higher, written by Gilbert Ngabo and published in Metro’s July 23, 2015… Read More »
There is an e-mail going around the Web about the subject of aphorism. My wife forwarded it to me which caught my attention to let Balita readers, especially the boomers, put their ego into perspective. The word is new to me but no worry because Mister and/ or Miss Google showed me a few definitions but here is… Read More »
The ending (of this series) is the beginning so says me who also have tipsy moments trying to impress silent and sober readers. It is really the shut up piece and the beginning of silence waiting for another think coming, from readers. If as Heraclitus has said character is fate and if essays have character, then this is… Read More »
“It was a huge crowd of Filipinos at Bathurst and Wilson. The place was awesome”, my son was saying during our get-together in November last year. Of which I responded considering I know nothing about this gig “they were lucky it was a nice weekend. Good weather gets people out.” We are talking about the Taste of Manila, a… Read More »
NOT LAWYERS or Psychics but Professors of Management who teach quantitative techniques (within operations research) in decision-making should be able to give the ultimate advice to Vice President Binay to pull him out of the quicksand where he is bumbunan-deep now. I don’t have the credentials as my UPCA transcript of math grades will attest high probability to bungle it. But I can try as I have… Read More »
PH2030 is a dud. In Tagalog it means mintis, in Espanol Pidgin: pallado. For Pinoy New Year’s Eve revellers it’s a fizzled whistle bomb. Very likely by 2030 in the Philippines 24/7 it is still happy days for the sons of guns (sanamagans coined by the late Max Soliven). That is if the realist reader has read PH 2030 to the 3rd of this series. I told my realists friends the essays on PH2030 are fiction based on truth learned from 17… Read More »
I am referring to the piece of paper colored green, yellow or the 2-page-same-side letter size a police hands you after you are caught by them violating a section/s of the Highway Traffic Act or the Toronto Municipal Code. It is called Form 4, Provincial Offences Act, Ontario Court of Justice. I refer these pieces of paper as… Read More »
What was it that I wrote in the first two pieces using my crystal ball in my time travel? FIRSTLY: “By 2030 the country would have undergone four national parliamentary elections held every four years simultaneously with the twelve regional parliaments; massive no nonsense nation building have involved the more than and still growing 100 million citizenry from… Read More »
By oneself one cannot know whether one’s reaction and formed opinion about a tragic event like Mamasapano when put in writing will be mere rubbish or have any use at all to those who will read it. At best for the writer it is like a release from a chest load of pain for the victims and anger… Read More »