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The return of the pompadour

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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.

Posted: November 2nd, 2014 in Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

Starring Dennis Roldan


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Photo by RAFFY LERMA/INQUIRER FILE PHOTO

AT Branch 165 of the Pasig City Regional Trial Court, folders bursting with papers are stacked in two messy piles on the floor. Both are at least knee-high and are grouped into folders by volume. Transcripts of stenographic notes—also called TSN—can be found on top of the piles.

Posted: November 2nd, 2014 in Columns,Featured Columns,Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

Mixing art, politics and passion

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With a sculpted prize catch. Photo by Mio de la Cruz

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.

Posted: November 2nd, 2014 in Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

Remembering Clem

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LIFELONG TRAVELLING COMPANIONS: The Pablos on the road (Contributed photo)

Last night, my wife began the ultimate journey of her life. I can only imagine the marvellous things she is seeing right now. My life with Clem has always been marked by journey, travel, adventure, and exploring. While we both grew up in Manila and studied at the University of the Philippines, we met in Mindanao where she was pioneering a hotel institute and I was working with the Mindanao Regional Development Project.

Posted: November 2nd, 2014 in Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

My love affair with the Nokia 3310


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I was the coolest kid in class the day I got my Nokia 3310. My classmates clambered all over each other just to get a glimpse of my gadget. They oohed and aahed at the tiny LCD screen, the slick silver keys and the handsome blue trim. I even heard audible gasps when I played the now-iconic Nokia ringtone.

Posted: November 2nd, 2014 in Columns,Featured Columns,Sunday Inquirer Magazine | Read More »

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