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A walk in the park

By Butch Dalisay | December 25, 2006 - 12:00am

My sister Elaine and her husband Eddie treated us to a movie at the local Cineplex last weekend, and most of us voted to see Apocalypto, Mel Gibson’s latest foray into that special genre we’ll call...

Arts and Culture

My kind of exam

By Butch Dalisay | December 18, 2006 - 12:00am

While some of us may already be drunk with the spirit of Christmas, we just got done with final exams for the fall term here in the US. They don’t have any Lantern Parades where I am – at St. Norbert...

Arts and Culture

In quest of the Holy Mug

By Butch Dalisay | September 19, 2006 - 12:00am

I have two rules – which I apply to myself – for fiscally-challenged Pinoys settling into a new city abroad: master the local transport system, and make a beeline for the thrift shops. Last week, thanks...

Arts and Culture

In quest of the Holy Mug

By Butch Dalisay | September 18, 2006 - 12:00am

I have two rules – which I apply to myself – for fiscally-challenged Pinoys settling into a new city abroad: master the local transport system, and make a beeline for the thrift shops. Last week,...

Arts and Culture

The bare essentials

By Butch Dalisay | September 5, 2006 - 12:00am

This happens every time I find myself living abroad for at least a month: the first thing I try to do is recreate a space called "home," which is as close an approximation as I can conjure of the objects,...

Arts and Culture