Entre’acte
Betting in jueteng
By Rex Catubig GAMBLING or games akin, provided the perk in our tranquil barrio. The kids indulged in the harmless though not exactly wholesome ‘buntayog’ or ‘tatsing’. While the elderly would sit for hours in front of the sari-sari store figuring out their moves in ‘dama’. But the more…
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Picking ‘kulkuldit’
By Rex Catubig THE fascination with chance is rooted in my boyhood. But it is not all related to the DNA chain. Juvenile flirting with the bewitching flytrap of luck is the plausible excuse. It was the fun-filled Fifties. In the corner sari-sari store of Nana Pacing which I…
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Meandering at mid-morning
By Rex Catubig AN SOS from atanor Lilia Tuason sent this nocturnal senior scurrying through the maze of Galvan street market in search of burong dalag in the heat of midmorning. Not that she is conceiving the immaculate way but it was a favor for a friend. I'm loath…
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Drive through
By Rec Catubig “TO live, one must drive away from life occasionally", so wrote Kerima Polotan, one of the best women writers in the 60's. I've always taken that to heart, and one weekend recently, I charmed my way into the passenger seat of my friend's borrowed car and…
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The sin of salt
By Rex Catubig GENESIS 19:26 of the Holy Bible depicts how Lot’s wife, in an unguarded instance of longing for the depraved and condemned life they’re fleeing from, looks back at the city being consumed by fire and brimstone, in sheer defiance of God’s injunction, and thus, turns into…
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