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MY PAPA NICK

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Why I am Daddy’s Girl

By JUST BE By Bernadette Sembrano | June 18, 2006 - 12:00am

I almost died when I was born. I have no memory of it anymore but my mother told me that I had to go through blood transfusion to survive. My Papa Nick was so worried that he prayed in church every day until...

Entertainment

My best friend in the streets

By JUST BE By Bernadette Sembrano | May 28, 2006 - 12:00am

I met her in 1989, at a time when Quezon City was still clear of flyovers, when commuters were stuck at the traffic light in the intersection of Quezon Ave. and Edsa. It was an hour’s drive from my school...

Entertainment