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                    [Title] => Courtesy
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Can we all agree that day-to-day driving can be a stressful ordeal? Apart from worries about maintenance and fuel costs, we deal with behavioral garbage that would embarrass us if we were to be removed from our vehicles.
                    [DatePublished] => 2010-03-31 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Andy Leuterio
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                    [Title] => Derelict, my balls
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I’ve given up on street kids recently. It was the sight of the oven-fresh  restaurant bibingka on the curb that did it — one that I had a waiter wrap 

up after realizing the dastardly stomach flu I had at the time hindered me from forking in more than a single bite — and that the plump but raggedy lad who’d tapped my window and resentfully accepted it had ditched by a lamppost, coconut shavings scattered on the asphalt and all.
                    [DatePublished] => 2008-03-29 00:00:00
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                    [AuthorName] => Paolo Lorenzana
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Courtesy

By Andy Leuterio | March 31, 2010 - 12:00am

Can we all agree that day-to-day driving can be a stressful ordeal? Apart from worries about maintenance and fuel costs, we deal with behavioral garbage that would embarrass us if we were to be removed from our...

Motoring

Derelict, my balls

By Paolo Lorenzana | March 29, 2008 - 12:00am

I’ve given up on street kids recently. It was the sight of the oven-fresh  restaurant bibingka on the curb that did it — one that I had a waiter wrap up after realizing the dastardly stomach flu...

Modern Living