(From Philippine Daily Inquirer)
Byline: Thelma Sioson San Juan
IN MY quirky mind's eye, we looked like General MacArthur and his troops in the historic Leyte landing as we docked and waded into the shores of Boracay: the imposingly tall Romina Urra leading the way, with us trailing behind.
Somebody, however, saw this tableau differently. She said our collective silhouettes looked like a walking one-million peso, the statuesque Romina being the numerical one, and all of us round as the to-die-for Go Nuts Donuts-we being the zeros.
The summer that was, was all about body shapes and sizes, and if there had been any doubt if there were such a thing as a Boracay lifestyle, it vanished.
Among the things that keep Filipinos sane today is their escape to this island-away from the rat …