The Coconut Palace, the official residence of the nation’s second in command, is now open to local and foreign tourists, Vice President Jejomar Binay announced Saturday.
It’s not mere modesty when John Lloyd Cruz says he thinks he’s “average-looking.” You can tell the guy actually believes that to be true. And as fine an actor as he is, you can also tell he’s not play-acting when he shifts uncomfortably on his chair as the conversation centers on his looks and how apparently enamored a lot of women—and not a few men—of him are.
Camsur was a-buzz all of last week, filled with more than 2,000 “game changers” attending the 22nd Philippine Advertising Congress, the industry’s biennial conference. I felt like a game changer, too, since that seems to be what I do in the car these days—putting on makeup and changing my wigs as I rush from one event to another.
I work as a physician-in-training. Despite the hardships, I have everything I want: a condominium (which I share with my boyfriend of four years) and a supportive family. Though it’s been four years, my boyfriend and I agreed to start a family after I finished my two-year training, though he was not yet financially ready to start a family. Everything was perfect, until my boyfriend quit his job as a CPA last July and transferred to a “less toxic” job.
More than 500 attended the Fashion ‘N’ Rhythm show presented by the Consular Corps of Cebu and Zonta Club of Cebu I, in partnership with Smart and the Marco Polo Plaza Hotel at the latter’s ballroom. It was all to raise funds for the consuls and the Zontians’ various charity projects.
I like Kidlat Tahimik (aka Eric de Guia) because he tried to build a galleon. I like stage director Jose Estrella for being a girl named Jose. I like Recah Trinidad because he still receives mail addressed to Ms Trinidad. Also Ambeth.
I spared myself from going to the gym last month—yet again. Oh, how so close I came this time! I had gone so far as the proper preparations, taking down the schedule, and checking out the facilities. After all, gym was doctor’s orders; that, or medication, possibly for life.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Although in our country the season begins with the first -ber month, the spirit does not hit me until mid-November. It is not because of the weather. There is no chill in the air, not yet.
Last night, I started working on our Christmas tree. I had not done that with much enthusiasm for a very long time. After dinner, I began to wrap and twist yards and yards of lights around the stems and branches of the tree that has been with my family for the last 12 years. I’m not done yet. It will probably take me another day to finish.
The press fell into a hush when philanthropist Imelda O. Cojuangco teetered into the Makati Shangri-La function room. Perennially sylph-like, she came in her signature style, clad in a white off-the-shoulder dress adorned with lace cutwork and a flounced hemline, matched with pearl jewelry.
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