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I remember during the days I was still young and naïve enough (read: six years old) to allow my mother to put me and my older brother in matching Cacharel outfits and identical bowl haircuts, we would spend New Year’s Eve at the home of my dad’s friend. 


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                    [AuthorName] => Celine Lopez
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                    [Title] => The Cash n’ Carry nation
                    [Summary] => Growing up in a multicultural school can be tough. I was six when I was transferred to an Osh-Kosh grade school near my house where it seemed that the whole UN summit was being formed. The place was abuzz with a hodgepodge of accents like Brit, American, Greek, Australian... you name it, they had it. I added to the list my Visayan accent (thanks to Lolo). Even the Pinoy kids who stripped off their Esprits were spitting images of the Philippine history diorama figurines at the Ayala Museum, but they too were bleached to a slang.


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Home sweet home

By Celine Lopez | February 18, 2007 - 12:00am

I remember during the days I was still young and naïve enough (read: six years old) to allow my mother to put me and my older brother in matching Cacharel outfits and identical bowl haircuts, we would...

Sunday Lifestyle

The Cash n’ Carry nation

By Celine Lopez | November 30, 2003 - 12:00am

Growing up in a multicultural school can be tough. I was six when I was transferred to an Osh-Kosh grade school near my house where it seemed that the whole UN summit was being formed. The place was abuzz with a...

Sunday Lifestyle