Category Archive for: ibang boses

Excerpt from Bethlehem Pastor Rev. Dr. Munther Isaac’s sermon, during the Church service, 23 December 2023*

Christ under the rubble.

We are angry. We are broken.

This would have been a time of joy.

Instead we are mourning. We are fearful.

More than 20,000 killed. Thousands are still under the rubble.

Close to 9,000 children killed in the most brutal ways.

Day after day. 1.9 million displaced. Hundreds of thousands of homes destroyed.

Gaza as we know it no longer exists. This is an annihilation. This is a genocide.

The world is watching. Churces are watching. The people of Gaza are sending live images of their own execution. Maybe the world cares. But it goes on. (more…)

Tita Baboo, 1948-2015

In September 2014, I met Tootsy Echauz-Angara for a Metro Society cover story (with Heart Evangelista and Shalani Soledad). My interview with her started (as I try to with any subject) by establishing a connection between us. In this case, it was easy: I called her mom Tita Baboo, who supported my nanay’s book on EDSA and put out money for it without hesitation, who had (with Tita Laida) fed me so well on a spur-of-the-moment trip to Baguio in 2013, smarting as I was from a hit against me by Esquire Philippines. We didn’t talk about it, but I could only be thankful that there were Titas to make me feel like it did not matter.  (more…)

Probably the one thing I am most thankful for having gone to UP Diliman for an undergraduate degree in Comparative Literature in the latter half of the 90s, were the set of literature teachers and minds available to me, the ones who were well-grounded in nation and how and where theories are limited in capturing where we are, what we think, where to go from here.  (more…)

NOTE: Urban Modifications is on exhibit at Vinyl on Vinyl at The Collective in Malugay.

Seize The Daze
Photography has always been embroiled in the question of impropriety: what is it that you seize, that you catch in a frozen frame, other than what is expected, if not what is obvious?

H

(more…)

Here’s to the friendship
that could have been ours:
wife of my lover,
lover of my husband,
lover of my lover.

For women at both ends
are always rivals:
smiling for points
at a beauty contest,
icing the cake
at a cooking competition,
sprinting for the gold
as they race to a man’s heart. (more…)