Jaeger
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
Glimpses On Life & Music.
Memoirs and songs.
Memoirs and songs.
I was born… … in Sibuyan Island, On a warm, windy Wednesday evening. The Chicks clucked, cheeped, and crowed. Cicadas pulsated to crescendo.
The sun was rising behind the thin outlines of Mt. Guiting-Guiting. The panorama of the mountain stood tall above the stillness of sea and clouds. In the villages below, roofs made of galvanized sheets and thatches of nipa started to appear. The soft breeze swayed […]
Memoir
“Acquiring knowledge of history is the surest way of acquiring confidence in the church. History teaches that nothing is new and that the church has survived sadder and more difficult situations. History is a school of wisdom and of limitless patience.” – Cardinal Ives Congar […]
Essay
The hissing of pumped air, the sweet putrid aroma of alcohol and kerosene, the spark of the red-tipped match that started it all, and the beginning of night in a far-flung village detached from the gallows of city lights.
Memoir “Acquiring knowledge of history is the surest way of acquiring confidence in the church. History teaches that nothing is new and that the church has survived sadder and more difficult situations. History is a school of wisdom and of limitless patience.” – Cardinal Ives Congar […]
Essay
