My father’s ghosts! By Emmanuelle THIS story is best told in the first person, so Emmanuelle might as well: My father’s ghosts. Plural. Not his own ghost obviously. Though spectacular in his children’s eyes, father is definitely singular. I refer to his ghosts. Or rather more correctly, the ghosts he…
Tongue-tied! By Emmanuelle THERE are these three recipes which call for ox or beef or pork tongues. Tongue with pureed peas instructs the cook to boil it until its white coat can be scraped off easily. Throw out boiled water with the plea to all souls and elements: bari-bari, laki,…
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So strong yet so fragile; or vice versa By Emmanuelle THIS month salutes the elderly among us. They who were once the new-born child, the pre-school, the elementary pupil and the high school student, the binatilyo and the dalagita, the binata and the dalaga, the proud groom and the blushing…
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One day in her life By Emmanuelle Hedges have eyes, and walls have ears. People, too. Or haven’t you noticed? Anyway, this story is not about hedges that have eyes, or walls that have ears, or people who have eyes and ears or haven’t you noticed. Though someday, more than…
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Beautiful minds! By Emmanuelle Three hundred four (304) graduating pupils of Pozorrubio Central School SY 2007-2008, as all their peers from both public and private schools throughout the country, took the NATIONAL ACHIEVEMENT TEST last March 6. Subjects tested were English and Filipino, Mathematics, Science and HeKaSi (equivalent to History,…
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POST- Feelings By Emmanuelle THROUGH the march of decades, they stood there – a row of six concrete soldiers, ramrod-straight, five oval lamps on each head. Rain and sun and earthquakes they braved through. And watched did they, mutely and never judgmental, the changing of the guards. They had been…