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HOW often does it happen in the Philippine literary scene that a title, more so a thick novel in a...
Nanay! I can feel a tiny heartbeat in my tummy! Will call you tomorrow. Hope Tatay is really okay. Good...
Over mint lemonades, sausage-thick cheese sticks that they can easily burn through golf and the stray diet soda, Rhona Lopa-Macasaet, Cecile Lopez Lilles and Chichi Fadullon-Lizot look like ladies of leisure sneaking time off from a full schedule of carpooling or playing soccer mom or corporate wife. They unmistakably exude the discreet charm of the bourgeoisie.
Perhaps already weaned from Batman, Spider Man, the X-Men, Astro Boy and other comic superheroes, some of today’s youth are casting about for real, flesh-and-blood heroes who are not imbued with superhuman powers.
If there’s a theme uniting the 136 articles filling the thick “Heartbeat Manila Hilton,” it’s a line from a song Bob Hope used to sing to close his TV specials: “Thanks for the memory.”
‘He’s cute, charming, rides a motorcycle and makes house calls.” These were the incentives cited by Chit Roces, ‘S’ contributing editor, for me to meet and interview family doctor Jose Miguel Vargas Vergara.
In the anthology “Teacher Teacher: A Tribute to Teachers Everywhere,” there are moments captured between teacher and student that seem like “a soap opera in dire need of revision,” in the words of communications consultant Cynthia J. Gruet. These moments enabled the mentors to touch the lives and futures of the contributing writers in ways unimaginable.
Enrico Manlapaz, a collector of Orientalia, Filipiniana materials, and other art objects, recently had a close brush with the inevitable.
The long-playing record of “The Sound of Music” was my prized possession at age 10. I spun it on a portable record player over and over till I memorized all the songs. From overplaying it the record became scratchy. It skipped or repeated certain phrases of songs.
“Why so drastic?” This was the initial response when I announced over a month ago to my email contacts that I had deleted my Facebook account and was giving my cell phone a limited life span. Those who knew me well enough did not ask for details. It was a heart-and-gut-driven decision (too much going on in the head to lengthily process the pros and cons).
