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Mon David: Music is the air I breathe

By Dot Ramos Balasbas-Gancayco | January 26, 2007 - 12:00am

I have always been a "cry-baby": I cry at beautiful commercials; I cried a bunch while reading the novel and watching the movie, The Notebook; I cry during testimonials for birthday celebrations...

Entertainment

The silly Seventies

By Butch Dalisay | February 18, 2002 - 12:00am

Slitherin’ lizards, do you remember the Seventies? As it happens, I do remember exactly when the Sixties segued into the Seventies – at 11:59 of Jan. 31, 1969, natcherly – but what I meant was,...

Arts and Culture

The best thing about Kuh Ledesma - DIRECT LINE by Boy Abunda

March 7, 2001 - 12:00am

I’ve known Kuh Ledesma even before I actually met her. Not because I have watched her at the Regent’s Alibi...

Entertainment