Entre’acte
When it is smoky November in your soul
By Rex Catubig I always fell asleep on my way to Dagupan during my semester break from college. Despite being cramped elbow to elbow on the wooden bench seat of the Pantranco bus, the wind surge from the open sides, the drone of the engine, and the rocking motion…
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Flood, Frankly (2nd of two parts)
By Rex Catubig WE are witnessing how, in record time and biblical proportion, dikes and rivers overflowed, copious rains fell within a short period, and lo and behold, the country drowned in flood water and unending hearings. Yet these occurrences could not have been generated by ignominious corruption alone…
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Flood, frankly
By Rex Catubig WHEN the anomalous flood control projects exploded a Pandora’s box of associative demons—SOP, payola, insertions, twenty-five percent, proponent, and other euphemistic turns of phrase, one exacerbating factor got somewhat overshadowed. Yet, it is a key player in all this. Beyond the dikes, the embankments, rip rap…
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Puto challenge
By Rex Catubig NOWADAYS, when Puto (local rice muffin, not the gay Mexican variant) is mentioned, it comes with the descriptive prefix Calasiao. Just like the fish Bangus, which is irrevocably identified with Dagupan, Puto and the township of Calasiao are mentioned in the same breath and have become…
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