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Libertadores Do Not Exist (the people liberate themselves)
Baguio Freelance Journalist Survives Attack
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Baguio Freelance Journalist Survives AttackA woman journalist was attacked by a knife-wielding man while walkinghome at around 7:25 p.m. Sept. 19, along Barangay (village) Betag, LaTrinidad town, Benguet (a province in northern Philippines).According to a report submitted by the Baguio-Benguet chaper of theNUJP, the male attacker held the knife against the neck
of AbigailBengwayan, 25, a regular contributor of the Baguio-based newsweekly NorthernDispatch and a staff member of the militant group Cordillera PeoplesAllliance (CPA).The attacker was reportedly startled when his victim began screaming.Bengwayan described him as male, wearing a cap and a handkerchief tocover his face. She said he locked her arms and held a knife to her neck.She also said there was another man whom she believed served as lookoutfor the assailant.Bengwayan is a graduate of the University of the Philippines anddaughter of Dr. Michael Bengwayan, a widely acclaimed and prominentprofessor, activist and journalist...
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| September 24, 2006 | 2:58 PM |
Tuesday's Child is Full of Woe (The Heartbroken Playlist)
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Cake, Sitti, Cesaria Evora, Garbage, Jann Arden, Nina Simone, Norah Jones, The Cardigans, Incubus
"why does the whole of love come upon me
when I am sad and feel you are far away..."
-Pablo Neruda, Clenched Soul/We Have Lost Even this Twilight
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| September 20, 2006 | 7:46 AM |
filibuster (FIL-uh-bus-tuhr)
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filibuster (FIL-uh-bus-tuhr) verb tr., intr. 1. To block or delay the passage of legislation, especially by making prolonged irrelevant speeches. 2. To block or delay something.noun: Such a delaying tactic.[Filibuster was another name for pirates in the "Golden Age of Piracy", from roughly 1650 to 1720. From Spanish filibustero, from French flibustier, from Dutch vrijbuiter (freebooter or pirate).]-Guest Wordsmith John (Ol' Chumbucket) Baur (chumbucketATtalklikeapirate.com) "Anyway, [the megaphone] came in handy. For while the public address system filibustered, Mortlake filled in." -Geoffrey Mortlake; Megaphone Diplomacy Helps Crowd But Baffles Tony; The Observer (London, UK); Aug 27, 2006.-------------------------------------------------------------today's my last day in Marikina. tonight'll find me a resident of Makati.
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| September 20, 2006 | 7:08 AM |
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MySpace of RecklessXiam, paint arsonist & daydream maker
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MAICA DELFINO is the best artist i've ever had the privilege of spending my UPLB days with:
"I could make a litany of things that you'd wanna hear, things that are too fucking cool that it'd make you want me, but I'm not gonna bother. I share sarcasm in the same manner Michael Jackson tries to share his bed in bright-eyed enthusiasm with 5-year olds. I chase icecream trucks, curse like a sailor, punch negativity square in the balls, rope clouds and flying robots, spin eerie-perfect skies, shoot stars with a rifle, sprint after wayward bunnies, stop speeding cars and trains, catch bad men, chew and spit them out...ain't that so Wonderwoman-like? Damn straight. I fucken adore her. My grandma told me, when I was 2 yrs. old, I drew on paper what would be my first illustration. It was all lines and my grandma recalls me explaining that it was my mother's hand holding down her skirt. She told me that I drew what would seem like an abstract of fingers and the pleats of a skirt. My aunt to...
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| September 16, 2006 | 8:55 PM |
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The Ideal Man, or "Who I Want to Meet" -- circa 2004
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from my old myspace account, two years ago:"anyone who'd be able to keep up with my schedule, who'd live with my moodswings, hide (or dispense) my meds, give orgasmic massages, cook vegetarian meals, read voraciously and live vicariously, endure my propensity to enjoy emotional torture and inflict pain, who'd wash my clothes, brush my hair, gloss over my eccentricities and OCs, have the courage to face my dad and brothers, have the wit to repartee with my mama, have the patience to entertain my younger sisters, who'd mean what they say and say what they mean, who'd live and die for me, who i'd die and live for, who'd confiscate my allegorical knives and hide my mental nooses, who'd supply matte photopaper for my photographs of nude women, who'd cry with me, not make me cry, who'd smoke in my balcony and win the maids over, who'd chika with the driver without being condescending, who'd be willing to turn away from everything and live for what is most essential, who knows God intimatel...
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| September 16, 2006 | 8:38 PM |
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