The minimum objective, according to quake engineer Dr. Benny Pacheco, is to prevent damage to, or the collapse of, brittle structures during an earthquake and its aftershocks.
Six months after super typhoon “Yolanda” ravaged Samar and Leyte with relentless ferocity, the multi-purpose hall in Barangay Sulod, Basey, Samar remains in abject disrepair.
Don’t hate Erwan Heussaff (pronounced U-Ssaf) for being this close to perfection. And yes, you’re bound to think just looking at him that there’s no justice in this world.
When any of these situations occurs, the environment may be wrong for your child. Parents should investigate what is going on in school that doesn’t fit the learning, emotional and personality needs of their child. If the child is not given appropriate instruction paced correctly for him or her, this behavior may continue.
Grease is the word. No, not the musical, but the actual stuff it was named after, the oleaginous medicated goo your lolo used to plaster his hair down with until it shone like Kenkoy’s mirror-finish dome.
Talk about the perfect place to spend the summer and Baguio City’s cool mountain breeze readily comes to mind.
It was a step towards greatness. On Aug. 10, 2013, the Philippines rejoined the ranks of the world’s basketball elite, an achievement that resonated in a nation addicted to basketball. To do so, the team, known as Gilas Pilipinas, had to overcome the team that had emerged as its nemesis in international play through the years: Korea. Bucking the odds and in front of a frenzied home crowd, Gilas did just that, winning 86-79, ensuring the team of at least a second place finish and one of three slots to the basketball World Cup in Spain in 2014.
It would be easy enough to conclude that having grown up in Biri, an island in Northern Samar known for its towering rock formations, he might have been inspired to lay mortal hands on wood, loam and stone by the natural monuments sometimes described as having been sculpted by the gods.
And it was May again, said the old Anastasia. It was the first day of May and witches were abroad in the night, she said—for it was a night of divination, and night of lovers, and those who cared might peer into a mirror and would there behold the face of whoever it was they were fated to marry, said the old Anastasia as she hobbled about picking up the piled crinolines and folding up shawls and raking slippers in corner while the girls climbing into four great poster-beds that overwhelmed the room began shrieking with terror, scrambling over each other and imploring the old woman not to frighten them…
Crazy fool’s going to get himself squashed,” I thought to myself as I watched a skinny kid, in skinny jeans, riding a skinny-tired bicycle—no brakes, no helmet—through the rush-hour traffic of Taft Ave.
