Four Seasons

Did he just ask that? "Are you a terrorist?" Jeremy threw that question at me as I was about to part my jaws for a big sigh of relief for completing a stressful day at the office. Caught in an awkward situation, I answered, "NO" straight to his face. Jeremy is no friend. Neither is he an acquaintance. He merely saw me going out of Wecota Hall at around midnight last weekend after I finally called it a day from work. Suspecting that he was waiting for a friend to come out from the back door of the Wecota student dorm, I calmly strode past him with one thing in mind: to get myself home. Such was my luck that when I started pacing fast, he shouted, "Hey!" With only the cacophony of the snow drifts between us, I knew he was trying to catch my attention. I stopped. I looked back at him with my hood still covering my head. "Were you the Vietnamese I saw in the bar?" he asked. "I'm afraid I am not," I responded while trying to gestur...

TO ALL FOLKS WHO WERE BORN IN THE 1950's, 60' s, 70's and early 80's !! First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us. While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, a te Linunod, balikutsa, bukhayo and didn't worry about diabetes. Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, ang uban kay duyan nga habol gihigtan ug pisi nga inigtabyog ug kusog ma pakong intawon ta sa bongbong. We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang sa General Milling nga naa'y faded picture nga nag-salute), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads, wala pa gyu'y brake ang bisikleta. As children, we would ride in hot un-airconditioned buses with wooden seats (Bisaya Bus nga pultahan puros ang kilid, Corominas Bus nga senimana ang brake), or cars with no airconditioning & no seat belts (kar...