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Burnt memories

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | April 14, 2007 - 12:00am

I passed it again this morning, on my way to visit my son in Alabang. There she stood, the sad skeleton of what was once a simple large building with room for all sorts of offices on the first to the third...

Modern Living

Burnt memories

By Barbara Gonzalez-Ventura | March 31, 2007 - 12:00am

I passed it again this morning, on my way to visit my son in Alabang. There she stood, the sad skeleton of what was once a simple large building with room for all sorts of offices on the first to the third...

Modern Living

Yellow ribbons, a yellow butterfly, and Ninoy’s last day

By Tingting Cojuangco | August 19, 2001 - 12:00am

I was in the VIP room on the first floor of the Manila International Airport on Aug. 21, 1983. Inside the room was Doña Aurora Aquino, Ninoy’s mommy, sitting in a sofa next to Senator Lorenzo Tañada....

Sunday Lifestyle