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Somewhere Over the Rainbow
In ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t be caught dead posting this video. Call me a male chauvinist pig. Call me anything you want. It’s just so . . . how do I say it . . . unmanly. However, when you’ve sang this song to your firstborn, in the wee hours of the morning while half …
Para sa Isang Tatay: Kuwentong OFW
(The article, entitled “Tatay“, was written by Mr. Luis I. Galicia under the pen name Estong Kawili III. It was published in Trinity University of Asia’s Literary Magazine “Aninag” 2001 issue. Mr. Galicia was the managing editor then of the student publication. He also uploaded the article in website, now defunct, in 2006. This was …
On fatherhood and dragonflies
My wife woke me up early one morning. She said there are dragonflies flying outside our window. She never noticed them before, she said. I was half-asleep, having downed a couple of beers the night before with my law school blockmates. Beer is supposed to be a no-no for someone who has no more gall …
A Hesitant Father
A father’s greatest joy is his greatest source of sorrow. No, I’m not talking about my car, the front end of which was crumpled by a jeepney (goodbye to defensive driving). And, no, I didn’t get someone pregnant by “accident”; that’s not the reason for the title of this entry. I’m talking about my son.
Happiness of a Mother
My mother loved that Jollibee commercial years back, wherein a son, upon receivng his first salary, brought his mother to a local Jollibee branch and promised that next time, he will treat her at Jollibee-Hongkong. If you come to think of it, starting at the middle of our socio-economic structure, there’s really nothing fancy about …
Babies and Blogging – how one addiction can lead to another
Here’s the beauty of that title – whatever combination you choose, you’ll still come up with something true. You don’t believe me? Read it again and juggle the words. Babies are addicting. Blogging is addicting. Addiction to babies can lead to blogging. Addiction to blogging can lead to, well, I think except this one.
IF (Rudyard Kipling)
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being …