Array
(
    [results] => Array
        (
            [0] => Array
                (
                    [ArticleID] => 272554
                    [Title] => C’est magique
                    [Summary] => 
The lights went up. "Uh-oh, I hope he doesn’t choose me," I whispered. He did. Before I could wriggle a word of protest, he winked and beckoned me to go up on stage. "What am I doing here?" I asked.


He twirled a pack of playing cards and flashed them like a Spanish fan before my gaping, astonished eyes. "I want you to pick a card, any card," he replied. Daintily, I picked one.


                    [DatePublished] => 2005-04-03 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 135323
                    [Focus] => 0
                    [AuthorID] => 1461085
                    [AuthorName] => Letty Jacinto-Lopez
                    [SectionName] => Sunday Lifestyle
                    [SectionUrl] => sunday-life
                    [URL] => 
                )

        )

)

LITA BUENO

Array
(
    [results] => Array
        (
            [0] => Array
                (
                    [ArticleID] => 272554
                    [Title] => C’est magique
                    [Summary] => 
The lights went up. "Uh-oh, I hope he doesn’t choose me," I whispered. He did. Before I could wriggle a word of protest, he winked and beckoned me to go up on stage. "What am I doing here?" I asked.


He twirled a pack of playing cards and flashed them like a Spanish fan before my gaping, astonished eyes. "I want you to pick a card, any card," he replied. Daintily, I picked one.


                    [DatePublished] => 2005-04-03 00:00:00
                    [ColumnID] => 135323
                    [Focus] => 0
                    [AuthorID] => 1461085
                    [AuthorName] => Letty Jacinto-Lopez
                    [SectionName] => Sunday Lifestyle
                    [SectionUrl] => sunday-life
                    [URL] => 
                )

        )

)

abtest

C’est magique

By Letty Jacinto-Lopez | April 3, 2005 - 12:00am

The lights went up. "Uh-oh, I hope he doesn’t choose me," I whispered. He did. Before I could wriggle a word of protest, he winked and beckoned me to go up on stage. "What am I doing here?"...

Sunday Lifestyle