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Mas malalang kabiguan sa Miss U

By Kuya Germs | July 16, 2008 - 12:00am

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Haven

By BREATHING SPACE By Panjee Tapales Lopez | September 29, 2002 - 12:00am

I spent a good part of my Monday at the Tiaong Breast Haven in Tiaong, Quezon upon the invitation of founder Danny Meneses. I first heard about Danny in 2000. He was my husband’s high school classmate. My...

Sunday Lifestyle

Dear John...

By BREATHING SPACE by Panjee Tapales-Lopez | May 26, 2002 - 12:00am

How do you tell your lover it’s over, there’s someone else, you don’t love him anymore, time is up, the fat lady has sung? This question, or something like it, came into my mailbox recently. Hhhhmm....

Sunday Lifestyle

SUNDAYS breathing space

By Panjee Tapales-Lopez | May 19, 2002 - 12:00am

Last Sunday, my son asked to look into the top drawer of our linen chest. It is a place I dip into for little treasures–yarn we both turn into sturdy ropes, little beeswax balls he shapes and molds like clay....

Sunday Lifestyle