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                    [Summary] => PARIS, France – Paris is definitely a city for play.  Unfortunately, we were there for a bit of work.  Three of our party (i.e. Juan, my wife Yvonne and I) happen to belong to a little militant outfit of fashion misfits called HG.  We got together in places like Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf three years ago and spent a good deal of our time talking about how boring most of the stuff being put out in fashion magazines before finally deciding to see if we could do any better.
                    [DatePublished] => 2006-03-31 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Erwin T. Romulo
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                    [Title] => Fiesta in Apalit and Sulipan
                    [Summary] => We took the Pulilan exit, turned into Calumpit, went straight crossing many bridges until we hit what looked like the main street. It was lined with people selling jewelry, clothes, fiesta things. I knew from the single visit I had made here before that this street would lead me to the town church and behind that the Mercado house, the house of my paternal grandmother, Josefa Mercado (not related to the other Mercados on my mother’s side, who eventually became the Rizals).
                    [DatePublished] => 2005-07-02 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura
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                    [Summary] => I wonder what was happening then. I remember only that my mother was coming to town and I met her at the airport.  Panjee, my daughter, arranged for me to meet her.  I went early, was extremely tense, but I was there looking cheerful, concealing my shock at her appearance.  Mommy had gotten very thin, lost 20-30 pounds, I estimated, and looking at her I felt my heart break.  What happened to my mother?  


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Further mischief

By Erwin T. Romulo | March 31, 2006 - 12:00am

PARIS, France – Paris is definitely a city for play. Unfortunately, we were there for a bit of work. Three of our party (i.e. Juan, my wife Yvonne and I) happen to belong to a little militant outfit of fashion...

Young Star

Fiesta in Apalit and Sulipan

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | July 2, 2005 - 12:00am

We took the Pulilan exit, turned into Calumpit, went straight crossing many bridges until we hit what looked like the main street. It was lined with people selling jewelry, clothes, fiesta things. I knew from the...

Modern Living

A STROKE?

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | July 31, 2004 - 12:00am

I wonder what was happening then. I remember only that my mother was coming to town and I met her at the airport. Panjee, my daughter, arranged for me to meet her. I went early, was extremely tense, but I was there...

Modern Living