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Showing posts from March, 2011


He follows me like an acolyte all day, wobbling from the house to the atelier. Unsmiling yet kind to strangers. His name is Kojak.

Old-Fashioned Friendship

We first worked together ten years ago at the beautiful Baguio wedding of Aga Muhlach and Charlene Gonzales. Rita and I became instant friends, she with the husky comforting voice and I, with my happy tales of love. Our busy routines has allowed us quiet little dinners and old-fashioned strolls in the park.

Do You Know The Way To San Jose?

A little less than three hours road travel from Manila is the town of San Jose, Tarlac. On its highest hill, you will find the Monasterio de Tarlac where monks are guarding a relic of the Cross of Jesus Christ. It is the only Shrine of its kind in Asia.

My Refrigerator Door

Once in a while, you come across a book or a film that really hits you to the core and changes how you look at life forever. When I was a child, my aunt brought me downtown to watch Oliver. I became an Anglophile ever since. In high school, I finished the Judith Krantz novel- Scruples in one sitting and decided from then on that I'll be fashion designer.

A few days ago, before a weekend trip, I chanced upon a bright pink-colored book entitled Life On The Refrigerator Door by Alice Kuipers. I brought it for the one hour flight knowing I could finish the book in thirty minutes. Told entirely in a series of notes left on the kitchen fridge-it is the story of nine months in the life of 15-year-old Claire and her single mother. Preoccupied with their busy separate lives, rarely in the same room at the same time, they talk to each other in a series of short snippets that reflect the daily drama of school, boyfriends, work and chores that make up their days. Yet the mundane soon becomes e…