KUNG AYAW MO HUWAG MO AND KISAPMATA

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On most Sundays when traffic is not as bad as on normal weekdays, I drive the few kilometers down to the old homestead in Diliman to visit mother as well as exchange rickety cars. Rule of thumb is that there should always be a vintage karag-karag car parked in the carport, underneath the awning of peeling plywood. It doesn’t matter if one or the other is regularly at the shop for various repairs, the years of wear and tear have made it necessary that the vehicles, both hand me downs, be alternated in the hope of lessening trips to the mechanic.
                    [DatePublished] => 2007-07-22 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Juaniyo Arcellana
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The flame that grips me

By Juaniyo Arcellana | July 22, 2007 - 12:00am

On most Sundays when traffic is not as bad as on normal weekdays, I drive the few kilometers down to the old homestead in Diliman to visit mother as well as exchange rickety cars. Rule of thumb is that there should...

Entertainment