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In my pale boxers, I lean on the railings of the balcony, a can of pineapple juice in one hand, a lit cigarette burning a hole through me in another. My cellphone is lying facedown on the chair beside...
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To the Girl Who First Broke My Heart I offered you a soda when I was in third grade. (You were in fourth, what a cougar. ) I giggled when you gave me your picture – I placed it inside the flap inside...
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1. Stop caring. Generally, about everything – life, love, family, the internet, this blog post, yourself. Just stop. Emotions are for the weak. 2. Start surfing fashion and beauty blogs. 75% of what...
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I remind myself that we are not together. Every car that passed by reminds me of yours. In anticipation, I lower my eyes, watching if you’ll come down. It is that dreadful split-second realization that...
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4 August 2012. Katipunan. 9pm. My umbrella has a hole in it. My feet are dirty from the grit of the darkened puddles. Home is many minutes away. 12 by cab. 30 by jeepney. 1 hour by foot. By foot, my...
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I secretly want to be a housewife. I know, I know. Feminism has given us the imperative of “Whatever a man can do, I can do better.” Women in this day and age are succeeding in ways that could not have...
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