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He’s here and met with the media this morning. I mean Neri, the former head of the Commission on Higher Education who turned out to be more popular than our dear Darna–pun not intended–when the controversial ZTE deal became one of the mothers of all …

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How must one celebrate freedom when poorness is looming? I am kind of ecstatic about some significant changes happening to me in the next few days. I have finally decided to flirt with my self-made feeling of fatigue over NGO works to give way to poorn…

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Meet ate Emerald. Nakatabi ko sya sa isang internet café sa Cagayan de Oro. Wala akong nagawang trabaho kasi nag-eavesdrop ako. Kausap ni ate ang kanyang boyfriend na Egyptian. Sinilip ko sya…gwapo ang porener. Sa aking pagsilip, don ko rin nalaman …

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Handa awit! On the first day of scandals, ay nag sex on phone ng matandang kalbong si GarciOn the second day of scandals ay textmates na kami, ni Jose Pidal, at ng matandang kalbong si Garci…On the third day of scandals, nagwebcam magdamag with joc-j…

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Six days before today, my good friends I and Z, who are lovers, sent me an advance birthday greeting that confirmed their peculiar way of making or ruining someone else’s day. Attached to the email was a photo that only had me remembering some forgotte…

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Suddenly, he was reduced to being a stunned piece of breathing paper-pale flesh–formalinic, I observed, perhaps as his blood evacuated from their correct places–after getting a tongue-lashing from the fuming Mayor Rodrigo Duterte, who, by few inches,…

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Sa dihang iyang gilimugmogUg iyang gitakla…Una mikitiw-kitiwAng iyang dila nga naputos sa lawayNga susama sa lawot—init nga bugnawUg hinay nga midagayday Iyang gigukod hangtod sa ubosPerte! Ang dila misutoy!Wa man gani natandog,Wa gyud natarog!Bisa…

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But is it really? Walking out of 2008 is for me like walking out of my room–the immaculately messy but comfortably dark room, its light painted walls made alive by some weird smears on the wall that looked like some dried-up spunk, the sight of it alw…

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