One night, when I was about eight, I snuggled in bed with Nanay and Tatay, asking her to scratch my back which was peppered with bungang araw. The last time I saw her, she was unable to recognize the grandson that she sang to sleep that same late summer evening more than three decades ago. Read more ›
The trouble with Nietzche—who in any case never prescribed instructions regarding conduct while being hand-cuffed on chilly floors in undignified circumstances—is that you can never be sure when he’s doing some levity or not. Read more ›
“When I saw what my father went through in 1986 I didn’t want anything to do with politics,” [Bongbong Marcos] says. “I wanted to make money.” Read more ›
An Honesto Vitug photograph of Magsaysay’s family beside his casket, published on March 20, 1957, won an international award for photojournalism (worth $6,000*). It was a close-up of the hands of the widow and her three children clasped together in grief; the background, made of Magsaysay’s mourning dresses, was completely black. Read more ›
Now I just want to ask: What exactly is going on, Globe? Is this the way you treat a customer for 13 years? Read more ›
“The terminal for Philippine Airlines flights is OK, but the others are shocking. I take my own food to that airport for dinner,” said Martin, who was interviewed by Kristiano Ang for the same article. Read more ›