College not required By Emmanuelle The average no-nonsense Filipino does not ask for too much: a decent job with a monthly take-home pay as near to equal as that of Hong Kong or the Middle East. The wife and kids are fed, clothed, properly housed; the children are educated; the…

Rounding the Bends By Emmanuelle Swing back the hands of time. Once upon an island, once upon a summertime. Those were days spent on idle contemplation of the sun and the sea, the sand and the sons of man. And in-between, one gorged on broiled fresh fish, coconuts and pineapples….

Her name is Strength By Emmanuelle In the beginning, she was just one of the many really angry young others. Though, she might have been the very first or at least one of the very first to call attention to the matter at hand, to question its impossibility, to demand…

Dangling with the Modifiers By Emmanuelle If it’s you they’re talking about, you are a noun. Ano? Not ano, dear, though you are answerable to the question ano. As a noun, you may be as atrociously ordinarily common as the rest of us; or you may be as primly proper…

Yoo, what you doin’, Momma! By Emmanuelle This time, Louie (my beloved computer) and I will use a life story known to us to depict another but parallel life situation. Both are true, but the latter is more familiar to you. In fact, you are going through it: Papa and…

Oh No, Not Yet By Emmanuelle There is a topic that this writer would rather not write about. Though she knows, she would have to get around to doing it sometime; but not now, oh no, not yet. Oh well. That sometime is here. Feelings readers of the Sunday Punch,…

Story of an OFW By Emmanuelle Elena was the only child of a widowed mother.  She had only her high school diploma to her name, and a few semesters in a university in Pangasinan to affix to her biodata; but Elena had overwhelming ambition and determination. And she had the…

Rain ! By Emmanuelle They are not always right, you know. Nature has not turned all vengeful and merciless. For example, when the clouds are to burst in a deluge of rain, heaven thoughtfully tips us off with some friendly warnings. Unlike when the earth quakes or when the world…

Little big things, big little things (revised) By Emmanuelle (This article appeared on the first day of the first month of this year. It must have stirred a lot of finicky feelings. Due to persistent requests from avid Feelings readers, we oblige with a reprint, but with some little revisions…

The Grand Old Folks By Emmanuelle Let me tell this true story from the vantage view of someone who should be thirty below: My cousins and I call them the “grand old folks” to refer to both sexes, the “granddys” to refer specifically to the lolos, and “grannys” to the…