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[Title] => Juliana learns to rock
[Summary] => What do you want to be when you grow up?’ I asked my daughter Juliana one day. “I want to be a rock star!” she said emphatically with a toothless grin. That was three years ago. Now that she’s seven years old, that dream is still alive. She still wants to be a rock star. Like Avril Lavigne, she says.
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Today I woke up and found myself in a four-poster bed with gauzy white drapes on each side, in an unfamiliar but pretty room with a high ceiling. Where am I? I thought quietly, sleepily. Just six days earlier I had asked myself the same question, this time in a fully carpeted hotel room, sparkling in its sophistication and cleanliness.
Next week I know I will still be asking myself the same question  exactly where, I will only know then. There have been way too many moments lately where I seriously forget which part of the Philippines I am in.
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[Title] => Food in my mouth, memories in my mind, gratitude in my heart
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I have often wondered, albeit passively, why the stories of my life unfold with food as a verdant backdrop; wondered, too, why the memories fluidly and richly roll out, in neat bundles and stacked heaps, tied warmly with strings of emotion, when a dish is remembered, its company recalled, the experience of it all rekindled.
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[Title] => Remembering Lolo Julio’s loving presence
[Summary] => My maternal grandfather, Lolo Julio, passed away when my mother and her other siblings were in their teens. Lolo Julio succumbed to a heart attack shortly after his 50th birthday. After coming home from a Knights of Columbus function, he checked on his eight children in the study room before going to his room. It was my mom’s sister, Tita Liclic, who wanted to use the weighing scale in his room the following morning, who found him. At first, it was as if her dad was just asleep but instinct told her something was amiss. Lolo Julio’s hand was clenched on his chest.
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Next week I know I will still be asking myself the same question  exactly where, I will only know then. There have been way too many moments lately where I seriously forget which part of the Philippines I am in.
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October 28, 2007 - 12:00am
