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[ArticleID] => 839624
[Title] => My Favorite Line
[Summary] => Join the Philippine STAR and Globe’s My Favorite Line contest.
[DatePublished] => 2012-08-19 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 133272
[Focus] => 0
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[SectionName] => Sunday Lifestyle
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[ArticleID] => 713349
[Title] => Older and luckier
[Summary] => I sent my daughter text asking her if she wanted tickets to the Noli Me Tangere musical.
[DatePublished] => 2011-08-06 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 133272
[Focus] => 0
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[SectionName] => Modern Living
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[ArticleID] => 481572
[Title] => Getting inside her head
[Summary] => Should I stay or should I go?
[DatePublished] => 2009-06-29 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 134843
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1794477
[AuthorName] => Yoly Villanueva-Ong
[SectionName] => Lifestyle Business
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[ArticleID] => 432210
[Title] => A babysitter
[Summary] => With the leader of the pack back in Manila, I could hear different footsteps. Less gallop-like strides on the hard floor from Pico, a boy of 90 pounds, as he trotted out to wake up my son-in-law sleeping in the basement.
[DatePublished] => 2009-01-18 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 133330
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1773484
[AuthorName] => Tingting Cojuangco
[SectionName] => Sunday Lifestyle
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[ArticleID] => 417217
[Title] => At home with equals
[Summary] => Once upon a time, I lived in the United States, after Ninoy Aquino was assassinated and the economy here came crumbling down.
[DatePublished] => 2008-11-22 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 135494
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1805260
[AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura
[SectionName] => Modern Living
[SectionUrl] => modern-living
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[ArticleID] => 73950
[Title] => My Most Exciting Trip with Cebu Pacific
[Summary] => I was a dyed-in–the-wool probinsyana when I first went to Manila. It was in fact my first time to be out of Zamboanga. Via airplane pa! The trip was a gift from an aunt - a highschool graduation present. To say I was excited is a gross understatement.
[DatePublished] => 2008-07-20 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 133272
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1123273
[AuthorName] => Ana Marie B. Santos
[SectionName] => Freeman Cebu Lifestyle
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[ArticleID] => 359540
[Title] => An organic experiment
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Once I had a dream. It began in a little brown sawali house on the side of a hill. Inside, lying down on a cot by the kitchen, was a woman, sewn together. She was made up of four parts. I would go to that little house to do some work and always I would look at that woman who looked so sick. I thought she would die but she did not. Then one day, when I arrived they were partying in the house. There she stood, tall and straight, smiling, cheerful, so alive again. The woman was me.
[DatePublished] => 2006-09-23 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 135494
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1805260
[AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura
[SectionName] => Modern Living
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[Title] => Who am I?
[Summary] => It’s one of those days when I am depressed and, yes, restless. Who am I? That is a question that haunts me. I know since my stroke two years ago that now I am well, as well as I will ever be. My stroke was in my right brain and perhaps it was mild. I remember only that in the beginning I slept much and stared into space a lot thinking about nothing, just literally staring into space. One of my cousins said I seemed depressed. Some of my old friends said I seemed normal. I know I was not normal. What is normal anyway? Being the way you have always been? What was that?
[DatePublished] => 2006-05-27 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 135494
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1805260
[AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura
[SectionName] => Modern Living
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[Title] => Everything has changed
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Almost two years ago I had a stroke. I remember going down to check the dining table I had just set. I looked down at it and when I looked up I told myself everything had changed. I looked around and still the whole place looked the same but in my mind I only knew one thing: Everything had changed. Now I know what did. I had changed only I did not know it then. I did not even know I had a stroke.
[DatePublished] => 2005-04-30 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 135494
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1805260
[AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura
[SectionName] => Modern Living
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[ArticleID] => 268938
[Title] => Keeping track of time
[Summary] => What happens to time really? Is it always there, always the same for you? Does it adhere to a universal standard? Why is it that sometimes there seems to be so much of it and other times none at all? What happens to it? Sometimes you feel it lingering around you. You watch the clock. It hardly moves. You’re waiting for something to happens say at two o’clock, but the clock’s hands seem stuck together at one, unable to push each other away and two o’clock looks like it will never come. You feel dismayed believing you will wait forever.
[DatePublished] => 2005-03-05 00:00:00
[ColumnID] => 135494
[Focus] => 0
[AuthorID] => 1805260
[AuthorName] => Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura
[SectionName] => Modern Living
[SectionUrl] => modern-living
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August 19, 2012 - 12:00am
