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I resolve... to GO where life takes me: Why the artists have fled Malate for Cubao

By Tim Yap | March 21, 2009 - 12:00am

It’s a sad state, really. That was the  topic of conversation we had over a few drinks at Mogwai, that bar-slash-cinema-slash cave of creativity about the unmaking of Malate.

Supreme

A Mogwai moment

By Tara F.T. Sering | December 1, 2007 - 12:00am

I’ll bet my typing fingers that this is not an unfamiliar sentiment: In the course of soldiering on in the world, there comes a point when it becomes a bit of a challenge to remember the warmth of the fire...

Modern Living