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    An Unwavering Hope – “We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure” Hebrews 6:19

    A well-planned 10-year wedding anniversary celebration at my wife’s place in Mindoro turned out to be a tragic and a devastating experience for the whole family. But only for a while. On our way to her place, that fateful night at about 10:00 of 26 December 2008,  after a gruelling 8-hour journey from Manila, our vehicle was struck by a big rock coming from the dark, bushy roadside. It crashed into the window and landed on my wife’s left hand and on my daughter’s head. Everything was so sudden that I found myself kneeling on the road with my daughter Nicole in my arms, raising her to God, pleading to…

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    Watching Stories Unfold

    Came 2015 Feb 11 while sitting at the makeshift bench outside a sari-sari store in Sampaloc, I had a full view of the day-in day-out lives of economically marginalized kababayans. Their plights may have been so common that a day scene is just like any other day in the Philippines, more specifically in Manila. A neighborhood’s perspective is directly different from that of mine who have been out of this place for almost a quarter of a century. As I was preparing for my departure for Hong Kong that day, I woke up quite earlier than planned. I took my hot cup of coffee my sister-in law prepared for me, sat…

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    Words of Love

    “I compiled the e-mails we received from dear friends in the community after our experience in Mindoro.  I never get tired reading them all over and over again as every word carries love, care and assurance that God never fails. Thank you Couples for Christ.” Thursday, January 22, 2009 4:17 PM Dear Bro. Felix, Happy Birthday! What a birthday gift from the Lord! So nice to hear that the usual cheer is back in your home and that your love ones are safe. Regards to Sis Bhing, Nicole and Denise. God bless, Bro. Dong, Sis. Marcia and kids Thursday, January 22, 2009 2:11 PM Happy birthday, bro! Thank you for…

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    Rikirex – The Flying Fish

    ‘Tis all about my childhood memories again and often if not once, scenes from my grade school years creep trough me about my reading sessions at Ng Nida Garcia store. Week after week, together with Serg’s, Ped and Paul at times, we sat at makeshift chairs beside the store enclosed by bamboo fence. Other readers filled the space and looking from the road, it seemed the compound exuded serenity until laughter and silent talks were heard. The herds were pretty quiet with the attention focused on the newsprint quality of  ink-smelled and tainted pages. Komiks business was such a big industry in the Philippines after WWII and until its essence was…

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    A Red-Letter Day Morning Potpourri

    All set and ready for the big day. Not an ordinary day but a celebration of the 14th year of being together as husband and wife. A red-letter day indeed! I woke up at a time my alarm fed my head by tweets and chirps in a rainforest smartly generated by a smart phone. Okay it was 5:30 am, the time set when my kids were supposed to be awake for school preparation. But the day, 28th Dec 2012, it’s in the middle of their holiday break in school and it would be a good three or four hours for the teenaged girls to stay rested on the bed with blankets all over…

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    Those Ubiquitous Jeepneys – Peter Moss

    You can never be bored driving in the Philippines. There’s always so much to see, and every passing Jeepney has its own distinctive style and colours. Adapted from the Jeeps introduced by American forces in the closing months of World War 2…, these substantially larger vehicles are built like tanks, so that mere automobiles avoid combat with them at all costs. Each is virtually tailor-made to its proud owner’s specifications and a procession of them provides a concours d’élégance en carnivale. Although the Philippines remains very much part of the third world, you quickly realise it has a readily, cheaply available and extensively distributed public transport system that many so-called…

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    “Kaykay May Manok Akong Bukay”

    This is one of those children’s rhymes we used to play in the neighborhood, you may say 40 years back. The complete rhyme sounds like this: “Kay-kay may manok akong bukay, ging dala sa Borakay, nagda-og piro patay” delivered in a marching tempo. Indeed a chorus of boys and girls alike trying to outdo one another in pitch and loudness. One would even run away from the group and rendered solo in crescendo trying to stand-out in the crowd, “Kay-kay may manok akong bukay…” in enslaving repetition until a gasp for air refrained him from saying “Kay-kay..” again. I wonder what power these rhymes had that they can influence children’s behaviour. I am keen on…

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    The Dried Falls

    It was all a bright morning in one of those normal Grade Five days when we were told to clean the areas alloted to Mrs. Castillo’s class down at the left wing of the intermediate building. Girls would take brooms and dust pans and started sweeping dried leaves and would create a molehill of trashy dried falls. Boys being boys were seen running and would not start the chore until being reminded. I saw Ped Victoriano started putting fire on one of those gathered leaves, and fresh grass were thrown over the fire that it created a billow of smoke overhead. While seeing the white vapor gracefully ascending and somehow…

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    10 Reasons to Join the Bond of Brothers – Elmer Cagape

    We just finished the third Bond of Brothers, held at Sharp Island, off Sai Kung. Bond of Brothers is an annual weekend gathering of men, mostly members of the community and invited friends, whose main objective is both to foster camaraderie which helps bring each other closer to God. I have been to each of the three editions of the event but each staging offers unique experience despite the predictable formats — evening group presentations and camp accommodations. Even as I am drained and tired from lack of sleep and customary travel arrangements, I am nevertheless inspired to write why you — the husband, the boyfriend or even the unattached…