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P-Noy's turn

By COMMONSENSE | By Marichu A. Villanueva1 | January 28, 2011 - 12:00am

It was way past noon when I got a text message from a number that was not in my phonebook list.

Opinion

Politics that heals

By COMMONSENSE | By Marichu A. Villanueva1 | December 19, 2005 - 12:00am

"Doctor, doctor, I am sick. Call the doctor very quick. Doctor, doctor, shall I die? No, my darling, do not cry." This is one of the many popular nursery rhymes that I used to amuse myself with...

Opinion

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