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Early Friday, I had just slept for a couple of hours when somehow an SMS beep managed to wake me.
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The first two had passed away early, many years back, I was told. Joe Zagala, my bully of a seatmate for four years of high school, had "gone AWOL." Nobody knew where he was; he could’ve taken off for the States a long time ago. But then, as punong-abala Lino Dionisio said, he and Nito Abad in the US had kept track of most of San Beda College’s High School Class of 1960, including those abroad. Zagala was one of several exceptions. 


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Twin dreams

By Alfred A. Yuson | September 17, 2012 - 12:00am

Early Friday, I had just slept for a couple of hours when somehow an SMS beep managed to wake me.

Arts and Culture

Reunion

By Alfred A. Yuson | February 14, 2005 - 12:00am

Zara. Zamora. Zagala. Absent. The first two had passed away early, many years back, I was told. Joe Zagala, my bully of a seatmate for four years of high school, had "gone AWOL." Nobody knew where he...

Arts and Culture