Scented Memories
I was jogging in our neighborhood one day when I passed by a house under construction. I caught a waft
Mga kasaysayan, pananaw, himutok at guni-guni ng isang Pinoy na napadpad sa Iowa
I was jogging in our neighborhood one day when I passed by a house under construction. I caught a waft
Despite of what the title might suggest, this article is not about cooking. Let’s make it clear – I don’t
Isa sa kasiguraduhan sa musmos kong buhay noon, ay ang bitbit kong baon para sa tanghalian. Dahil may kalayuan ang
I came home the other day and smelled the scent of candles as I entered into our house. There were a
Nuong isang araw ay bumili ang misis ko ng raspberry na kulay dilaw, na pang karaniwan ay kulay pula. Ngayon
(The following article was published in Manila Standard Today on November 11, 2010, in their Diaspora section.) One tradition of
Nakaupo ako sa harap ng aming bahay kahapon ng hapon ng may dumaang naka bisikleta. Tumunog yung kanyang bell na
Rice. Many Filipinos will not survive a day without it. A meal is not a meal without it. This is
Miss ko na ang sampaloc. Hindi ‘yung kinakain na maasim, kundi ‘yung lugar na aking pinaglakihan – Sampaloc, Manila. Nami-miss
Naalala ko pa ng ako’y lumalaki sa isang sulok ng Manila, isa sa aking paboritong panghimagas na pamatid sa init