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It’s hard to believe that I’ve been writing "Penman" for the STAR for four years now. The weeks go by very quickly when you’re writing a column–as soon as you finish one, the next is falling due. But it’s been an exhilarating and rewarding experience, hopefully not just for me but for my readers as well.
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[Title] => Fasten your seatbelts
[Summary] => As long-time Penman readers know, I’m all for the greater use of Filipino in our national life, even at the cost of a little discomfort. We need a national language aside from English, and it’s way too late to push the clock back and start from scratch. But it doesn’t help Filipino – and Filipinos – to foist Filipino at its clunkiest and most formal on a hapless public that, like it or not, is much more familiar with plain English in most cases, whether they belong to the mousse or the mustasa crowd.
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[Summary] => Let’s start the week with a little public service, shall we? I don’t think I’m in any danger of being mistaken for Rosa Rosal, and the awful truth is that, 95 percent of the time, I’m a barely sufferable, self-centered, short-tempered grouch who throws tantrums when he can’t get his noodles when and where he wants them. But now and then a biochemical glitch called compassion crosses my synapses, and I find myself mysteriously transfixed by someone else’s woes.
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