A date with ‘Carlo Rossi’

I was first introduced to 'Carlo Rossi' on a bright Sunday afternoon when I went with a group of media people who were out to get footages of a 'hito' farm in Los Amigos Palaisdaan in Mintal, Tugbok district. Earlier that morning, I boarded a Crosswind with media friends Gwen, Kuya Ross, Riel, Jimmy and Doc Alcantara of the City Health Office. We encountered some difficulty in finding the place. After negotiating a barely passable road a few kilometers…

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Blessing by accident

LIFE'S blessings come in many ways and let me tell you how a blessing came to me in a unique and unexpected way. I was having lunch in a restaurant in Cotabato City one day, and as I have missed my breakfast, I decided to make up for it by ordering a huge meal. It was not one of those pay-as-you-order establishments where you have to blink your eyes many times at the enormous figure flashed by the cash…

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Avalanche in a bookshop

Several years ago, I used to browse at a little secondhand bookstore in Colon Street in Cebu City where all kinds of used books are sold from P5 to 25 pesos each. I would enter the store as soon as it opens and leave when they close for lunchbreak, eyeing the old volumes hungrily while carrying cartoonfuls of used books to be brought all the way home. Whatever book would catch my interest I would add to my pile,…

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A taste of sashimi

I HAVE never been daring and experimental when it comes to food. I always play it safe and stick to familiar foods (my favorite maxim is: I don't eat strangers... hehe). But during the birthday of my long-time buddy Sol a couple of years back, (hold on Sol, I'm not about to reveal your true age), I got bolder and treated him to dinner at one of the affordable beachside restaurants in the city. (Affordable by my standards, which…

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Clever, huh?

WHILE wearing school uniforms for most students sound like a convenient and attractive quick fix, this policy was never easy for me. Somehow, the idea of wearing the same clothes four or even five days a week held no apeal for me since first grade. On several occasions, my refusal to wear uniforms (don't forget the ID cards) resulted to my being denied access to the classroom. But I never learned. As early as the second month of classes…

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Killing me loudly with their songs

I LOVE music. I mean it has the power to evoke all kinds of emotions in me. Listening to quiet, sedative music can soothe and relax my soul or send shivers down my spine, invoke nostalgia, laughter, tears or form a lump in my throat depending on the memories they bring. I fall asleep every night and wake up every morning to the sound of barely audible music and nothing can put instant creases of irritation on my forehead…

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Grappling for the front seat

MY two boardmates and I were invited to coordinate a friend's wedding in a remote barangay in North Cotabato one day some years ago. I said remote because the trip required more than three hours ride on a road that resembled a dried up river on board a jeepney, which from afar, looked like a moving cluster of humans and cargoes. The jeepney is the primary form of transportation for the local population. It is the most affordable means…

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Collector’s conflict

IMMEDIATELY after graduating from college years (and years) ago, I decided that the idea of working under a supervisor and report to work from regular 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. every day, stare at the four walls of a bleak office every second of the day eagerly waiting for 5 p.m. to go home did not sound inviting. I decided I wanted more elbow room in my work and not being chained to the office for most of the…

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A night on the streets

MIDNIGHT. My hands grew cold and clammy as I stood on the dimly lit pavement of San Pedro Street. I shivered as a gust of cold wind blew up my spine, hugging myself as I felt the cold seep through my tight-fitting jeans and spaghetti-strapped shirt. I knew I should have been in dreamland hours ago but I've gone too far and it's too late to back out. Besides, Jeany (not her real name, of course) wouldn't hear of…

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