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Iza goes to Hollywood
MANILA, Philippines – While all of Manila was reeling from the twin visits of American actor Josh Hartnett and director Quentin Tarantino, Filipino actress Iza Calzado was nervously preparing for her own Hollywood close-up that same week.
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The meat of it
by Margaux Salcedo
MANILA, Philippines - If 2006 was all about foie gras, 2007 is all about Wagyu. Of late it’s been Wagyu here, Wagyu there, with many a restaurant bragging about their Wagyu steaks or Wagyu burgers and convincing many consumers to purchase burgers for over P200.
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To Miss Universe —and beyond!
by Anna Theresa Licaros
MANILA, Philippines – My most distinct memory from the Miss Universe pageant this year was that of Miss France holding a cheeseburger served us at Hard Rock Café Mexico.
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Vinyl Divine
MANILA, Philippines - Is the CD obsolete? With digital music downloads—both legal and otherwise—fast becoming the preferred medium for obtaining music, it’s beginning to look like the days of the CD are numbered.
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Local TV’s most hated?
by Maria Congee S. Gomez
MANILA, Philippines – Mention the word “abrasive” and former housemate Wendy Valdez of “Pinoy Big Brother” (PBB) immediately bristles: “I know what abrasive means, and I am partly that.
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His pet cause
by Marlet D. Salazar
MANILA, Philippines - If Dr. Nicholas “Nick” Carpio had his way, he would have veterinarians in the Philippines pursue specializations that will help them handle the most hopeless cases of sick animals.
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A mix of French sophistication and Pinoy affection
MANILA, Philippines - It is inevitable to feel homesick to some degree when traveling to unfamiliar places abroad. Fortunately for Filipinos in Paris, there’s a place that offers a touch of home, thanks to a young Filipina who has settled in this City of Lights.
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Kundi Yaong Naglalaho by Mikael de Lara Co
Ngunit walang nasalang ang kanyang mga daliring
pilit lumalamukot sa dilim. Muli,
magsisimula siya sa dulo, magmumuni
kung paanong ang lahat ng awit ay umuusbong
mula sa pangangatal ng katahimikan.
Paanong tatanganan ang haraya?
Paanong pawawalan? At paanong titipuning muli,
matapos ang dagliang pagsasatubig? Titindig siya,
lalapit sa bintana. Sa labas, umuuwi
sa lupang tayantang ang marurupok na dahon.
At ang lupa, saan naman mananahan?
Isasara niya ang bintana. Ititikom
ang mga labi, pipikit. Ano nga ba ang talukap
kundi yaong naglalaho sa iglap ng pagdilat?
Tatangkain niyang tuklapin ang mga langib
mula sa sugatan niyang pananalig.
May nagkukubling liwanag. May kumakawalang tinig.
May iba pa bang anyo ang pananalangin? Ngunit
walang nasalang ang kanyang mga daliri. Tahimik
na nagpipinid ng malasakit ang bintana: sa labas,
hinahalukipkip ng hangin ang nahubdang mga sanga,
hinihilom ang mga puwang sa alangaang,
payapang pinupunan ang bawat paglalaho.
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