THE grumbling of my stomach and the ticking of my wristwatch vied for my attention, both conniving to stretch my patience to the limit. As usual, I had missed breakfast and…
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Runaway Bride
The hallway of the trial court was deserted. It was stiffling hot but I had to brave it to go to one trial court branch to get a copy of a…
Read MorePride and durian fever
A TEXT message from fellow reporter Gwen interrupted my two-hour futile attempts to drift off to dreamland. The luminous hands of my bedside clock pointed to 3:15 a.m. I groped for…
Read MoreWatching the sunrise
I awakened from a deep slumber to the sound of flying pots and pans, smashing of plates and shattering of window panes. Earthquake! I was alarmed, having developed a phobia for…
Read MoreA 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…
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