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Wednesday, January 11, 2012

an interview with a street fighter

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I’m proud of myself that I’m not a lesbian. For me I really am just a man. Sheilfa: So again, how do you look at yourself, masculine? Femini...
Sunday, January 8, 2012

Gimme your poor your tired huddled masses

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irony: the enemy of overstatement and illusion; ergo, the servant of realism. At the height of the outpouring of grief for...

Totoo bang type mo si Vaness?

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“Totoo ba na may gusto ka kay Vaness?” The question was posed rather obliquely. I felt like giggling. Long had I been waiting for my day in ...
Monday, December 26, 2011

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Love? What Love? For you and I, there is only Survival. About time you woke up from your dream.
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Sunday, December 25, 2011

Takut-Takut

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That you should get back at me. Or I at you. Was it 1995 when I went there with Mimi? The stench of sepsis permeating the air. I could not t...
Friday, December 16, 2011

There goes my love

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Oh, my life for the moment? Nothing romantic here. Just plain old class love. And there goes my Maggie. Slinking away like she didn’t wa...

my friends my foes

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They're retailing their country piece after piece. Now it's for board and lodgings. Calling it drop-in center. Cadre support, No. Wo...
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