A final salute to the Mandarin Oriental Manila
The Mandarin, which closes this month, leaves us with many great memories.
The Mandarin, which closes this month, leaves us with many great memories.
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.
I first met him when I was about 6 years old, this stern British gentleman who smelled so good, but looked so forbidding when he found my disarray of Barbie dolls, Chinese checkers, Old Maid cards and stack of clothes fashioned into a tent blocking his way.
It seems only fitting that what the mother saw in its inception, the daughter is bringing to its conclusion. In a few days, as the iconic Mandarin Oriental Manila closes its doors after almost four decades, it is also closing the pages of its colorful history as experienced by two generations in one family.
People might miss Mandarin Oriental now that it’s closing its doors, but most media folk will miss its PR most—a woman so thoughtful, sophisticated and cool that her staff only knew she was upset when she pursed her lips!
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.
We told Angeli Bayani to come as she wanted to be photographed, and she came as herself.
It may have been some 40 years since the seminal band Hotdog burst on the scene and served up music never before heard over Philippine airwaves, but the power of this group led by brothers Dennis and Rene Garcia to get people on their feet and dancing has hardly diminished.
It was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
If our work productivity in recent times hit an all-time low, blame it on the Mi 3.
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