Season for Sison By Emmanuelle Shhhhh. This is very confidential, my dear, just between you and me.  And thousands of our readers, print or internet, here in the Philippines, and there in the USA, Canada, and the Middle East. There was just that one dance during those five hours I…

The reason for Sison By Emmanuelle The town straddles the gate to and from the Cordilleras, or the far and the really North. And I do not only refer to the lay of the land, its people or the weather. The land seems flat and dry as it lies astride…

Much two much By Emmanuelle Dee is maybe ten, tall and lanky, mostly all elbows and legs, pig-tails flying, round eyes whirling know-it-all. Her brother Dexter is maybe three years younger. When on tip-toes, his round plump figure reaches up only to Dee’s waist. He is sort of a whiz…

A Northerner in the South By Emmanuelle Our domestic airport security was not meticulous enough. This writer had unintentionally neglected to tuck a pair of sharp, stainless surgical scissors into her sole baggage, a backpack, that had already been previously checked in. The scissors escaped notice of the x-ray eye…

The Old and the New By Emmanuelle This week’s article was written while waiting for the Cebu Pacific flight to Mindanao, the fabled land of promises. You see, before this writer plans to lay her head down to a sleep where there is no awakening, there is this standing promise…

No Such Things By Emmanuelle Let’s talk about February 14. Postmen and drivers of mail delivery vans shout at the gates the names of lucky recipients of cards or flowers boxed in clear plastics and crimson ribbons. Red and pink roses sell as insolently as precious gems. So are the…

A Queen’s Farewell By Emmanuelle Nowadays, town officials and fiesta organizers in Pangasinan and probably all other provinces, have discovered an almost bottomless financing source for their various projects or activities – the balikbayan community. They are eager, they are willing, and they can afford to help. Probably, only a…

The Courtship Dance By Emmanuelle       Our brothers and our sisters who live high up in the Cordilleras have this ritual dance, complete with resounding strings and gongs. A maiden steps daintily around a tight circle, now and then venturing lightly out of its circumference, but stepping quickly back to…

Gently Contrary By Emmanuelle Choose an adjective from a dangling of modifiers. You may be right on target or you may miss by a kilometer. A very touchy situation, that is, especially if you plan to write about one of the most powerful men around . . . presidential cousin,…

Déjà vu (PART 2) By Emmanuelle II. The soul mirrored in your eyes, it is one the same. To continue where we left off the last time . . . when Bien and Aimee were eleven, they were parted. Lighten up, people. These were kids, little kids! No romance here…