I’ve had it with the term “manong.”
When American Filipinos celebrate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. on his special day (Jan. 20th) that commemorates his dream, they may want to also remember Fermin Tobera.
Some movies never make it out of the states.
As I write, Kayak tells me you can go to Cebu from SFO for about $1900-$2400 roundtrip, depending on the number of stops and whether you want to patronize PAL.
Water, water, everywhere? The poet would just see bodies. And debris. In the Philippines, the images from Supertyphoon Yolanda (Haiyan, internationally) have been so devastatingly apocalyptic, 3.4 million Filipino Americans in the US remain on edge. The death toll crosses 4,000. But no one believes it. “Get international help to come here now, not tomorrow, [...]
As an American Filipino, I look at Larry Itliong and see my father, a fellow immigrant who came to America in the 20s.
Most of us will celebrate Filipino Independence day throughout the weekend since June 12 coming mid-week was inconvenient for most of us who generally are not free from our wage slave bosses and modern colonial obligations (irony of ironies).
It used to be the victims of the Japanese American internment camps. Now it’s the Filipino veterans of WWII who provide the penance and cover for politicians and all their sinful ways.
Bachelorette party? Night of relative bacchanalian fun? How about the Junior or Senior Prom?
On my first visit to the Philippines, well after my father and uncle died, I met my aunt for the first time.
In the locker room after another rough outing—this time against the Colorado Rockies–San Francisco Giants pitcher Tim Lincecum had just finished talking to the media.