+ Follow SISTER PILAR Tag
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[Title] => Dreams from my alma mater
[Summary] => On Black Saturday, I bumped into Sister Fe Emanuel, r.a., of the Assumption Convent in Antipolo, her white and purple habit standing out even amongst the crowd at Rustan’s Makati (Sister Fe must have been buying a Mass card).
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[Title] => Hope for Melissa
[Summary] => These past few weeks, the Class of 1979 of the Assumption Convent High School has been practicing feverishly – and with a lot of fun – for its velada on Oct. 17.
The run-up to the velada, a once-in-a-lifetime event, has been filled with a lot of fund-raising and cause-oriented activities, a lot of bonding (sometimes over a bottle or two of the "fruit of the vine"), a lot of catching up. Twenty-five years after we left our alma mater, we are celebrating friendships that have withstood the test of time and human frailties.
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The run-up to the velada, a once-in-a-lifetime event, has been filled with a lot of fund-raising and cause-oriented activities, a lot of bonding (sometimes over a bottle or two of the "fruit of the vine"), a lot of catching up. Twenty-five years after we left our alma mater, we are celebrating friendships that have withstood the test of time and human frailties.
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