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The real ones

By Tingting Cojuangco | July 22, 2007 - 12:00am

Sunday Lifestyle

Mai, here and there

By Tingting Cojuangco | March 12, 2006 - 12:00am

Waiting… getting used to Mai’s absence. She finally arrives from Italy and leaves me waiting all over again when she leaves to return with Andrea, her husband, the man with a girls’ name, to Florence....

Sunday Lifestyle

Mai, here and there

By Tingting Cojuangco | March 12, 2006 - 12:00am

Waiting… getting used to Mai’s absence. She finally arrives from Italy and leaves me waiting all over again when she leaves to return with Andrea, her husband, the man with a girls’ name, to Florence....

Sunday Lifestyle