MANILA, Philippines—Somewhere within the hairline crack between show biz and society, there breeds a new species nourished by a spoonful of sugar and a tab of acid.
MANILA, Philippines—When Ninoy said his now immortal line, “The Filipino is worth dying for,” I doubt he had any idea that he’d literally become today’s fashion victim.
MANILA, Philippines—The 80’s have about the same effect as a drive-by shooting—instant paralysis, endless questions of “who would do such a thing?!” and finally, a lingering, morbid fascination for the victims.
MANILA, Philippines—The day that all your friends, past lovers, former bosses, college classmates, Brazilian models, and natty acquaintances each start referring to themselves in the third person, you know that the world has gone slightly askew.
MANILA, Philippines—Talking about football in this country is like discussing Greek Philosophy on the set of “Eat Bulaga.” You’re bound to elicit a blank stare and the evocative “Eh?”
