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For the love of clams

By DE RERUM NATURA By Maria Isabel Garcia | April 14, 2005 - 12:00am

"I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance — letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their...

Science and Environment

Making waves

By Tingting Cojuangco | January 20, 2002 - 12:00am

The word waves reminds me of a shell against my ear as I listen to its echo inside the conch I’m holding. My imagination brings me to the seas where every shade of blue is represented. Dark blue, gray blue...

Sunday Lifestyle