If God had no say in the matter, people like Joseph Estrada, Juan Ponce-Enrile and Imelda Marcos would continue to defy aging and live on and on by the grace of the unborn lamb, whose freshly harvested heart is liquefied for the stem cells that will keep the human heart ticking until its owner says “when.” The same goes with the sacrificial lamb’s liver, intestines, etc., for the regeneration of their corresponding human organs.
Jumpstarting the regeneration process to achieve longevity, glowing skin and youthful energy are just three of the claimed benefits derived by patients at Villa Medica.
Our lunch table last week had a curious, if odd, votation—are you “Team Cristina” or “Team Gigi”? The unexpected social electoral exercise was triggered by the take-no-prisoners battle royale last week between Senate President Juan Ponce Enrile and Sen. Alan Cayetano at the Senate Hall.
Since the 1980s, a close circle of friends and I would be at the Ponce Enrile residence for Saturday evening Mass in the Enriles’ private chapel Cristina built, for she was a very pious woman, whose piety and many charitable good works would one day be rewarded with the Papal award, Pro Ecclesia et Pontifice.
In line with a self-imposed observance of austerity these days, we’ve been avoiding keeping the driver beyond 8 p.m., and tonight was austerity night. For the last trip, Vergel would be dropped at the Peninsula for the launch, from 6 p.m., of the book “Juan Ponce Enrile: A Memoir.”
Marcos, Aquino, Ramos, Estrada. Tick off the names, and every political dynasty—but one—was represented at the launch of Senate President Juan Ponce Enrile’s memoir, which was so well-attended it caused horrendous traffic on Makati and Ayala Avenues in Makati Thursday night.
It’s never too late,” my dad liked reminding me. But he intended it not as a stretch of hope for such last-minute redemption as he himself would seek, but as the exact opposite: He had meant it for those who have walked the straight and narrow too long they are bound to slip, bound to take that single misstep, to make that one mistake that wipes out a lifetime’s investment in virtue. And woe unto them, indeed, if it came with no time or energy or wit left to maneuver for a recovery.
The Senate recently paid tribute to the late artist Anita Magsaysay-Ho, along with an appeal to Malacañang to make her a National Artist for Visual Arts.
I love Belen Siasoco Jose and Lydia Carmona Santos and Sr. Perla Macapinlac and Sr. Perla Ramirez, but they cannot drag me to the 65th (platinum) reunion of our St. Theresa’s HS class. After all, I’m just an adopted alumna.
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