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A pug’s mug

By Butch Dalisay | July 1, 2002 - 12:00am

Diliman is rarely as pretty as it is these days, with the fire trees in full bloom and five-minute showers lending the late afternoons a fine silvery sheen. For a couple of weeks every June, I remember and I realize...

Arts and Culture

The silly Seventies

By Butch Dalisay | February 18, 2002 - 12:00am

Slitherin’ lizards, do you remember the Seventies? As it happens, I do remember exactly when the Sixties segued into the Seventies – at 11:59 of Jan. 31, 1969, natcherly – but what I meant was,...

Arts and Culture