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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pEgpcQwCzJLURzJFJVK5Fc4IKgA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pEgpcQwCzJLURzJFJVK5Fc4IKgA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A shorter version of this story appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on March 20, 2010CAGAYAN DE ORO --  “Ana, please, one more time,” Ana’s mother exhorted, as she dipped closer to her daughter’s head, clasping tight Ana’s right hand, running her left hand over her daughter’s cropped hair. “Push one more time, please,” she whispered close to Ana’s ear.Ana remained still, her eyes closed.“&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/XfMeEULOmqc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-birthing-in-city.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACRXs4fip7ImA9WxFaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-8265785644404825390</id><published>2010-07-10T14:44:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T13:16:04.536+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-22T13:16:04.536+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Save the Children" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="MILF" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toy story" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trauma therapy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mindanao peace building negotiation governance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children's rights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mamasapano" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internally displaced persons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bakwit" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maguindanao" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IDPs" /><title>Not just a toy story</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/8265785644404825390/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=8265785644404825390" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/8265785644404825390?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/8265785644404825390?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/K6ym43PrTpA/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html" title="Not just a toy story" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-2Ga0JvIz67Uy6AV1pH3IOYiD8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m-2Ga0JvIz67Uy6AV1pH3IOYiD8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A version of this story was published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on Nov. 29, 2008Photos of bakwit children at play can be viewed here.MAMASAPANO, MAGUINDANAO -- Nothing could persuade four-year-old Ider to show us his toy. He hides it in the shallow cave of his own cupped hands, his eyes close to tears."He is afraid you will take it away," his sister Fatma explains the boy's terrorized look&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/K6ym43PrTpA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2010/07/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAARnc-fCp7ImA9WxdaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-6569909824060678031</id><published>2008-08-07T02:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:15:47.954+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-20T07:15:47.954+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visual arts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="culture" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bukidnon" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="painting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heritage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigenous Peoples" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="environment" /><title>The Talaandig soil painters</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/6569909824060678031/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=6569909824060678031" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/6569909824060678031?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/6569909824060678031?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/ThNifGSLQBo/talaandig-soil-painters.html" title="The Talaandig soil painters" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FNIZBicIszYkPi8d98zt_ejxl2A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FNIZBicIszYkPi8d98zt_ejxl2A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This story was first published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on Feb. 23, 2008THE WORD BALUGTO in Talaandig means rainbow but ironically even after Marcelino Necosia had renamed himself Balugto in an effort to affirm his tribal roots, his oeuvre’s palette didn’t get a dash of the ephemeral sky-bridge’s varied hues. Instead Balugto’s colors are a monochrome of earth tones—rich browns to fiery &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/ThNifGSLQBo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2008/08/talaandig-soil-painters.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YCRHk7cCp7ImA9WxdUFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-7786526124595943608</id><published>2008-07-30T22:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T04:19:25.708+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-31T04:19:25.708+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mining" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human rights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="development aggression" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="CERD" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="racism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IPs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigenous Peoples" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="anti-racism" /><title>RP gov't not yet off the hook in UN racism case</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/7786526124595943608/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=7786526124595943608" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/7786526124595943608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/7786526124595943608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/AxtjElsRCcc/philippine-govt-not-yet-off-hook-in-un.html" title="RP gov't not yet off the hook in UN racism case" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZrOW8YoVzKFJ4bYr5uhpnMhEXw8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ZrOW8YoVzKFJ4bYr5uhpnMhEXw8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;GENEVA, Switzerland  – Even as it had responded in February this year to charges of state racism against an indigenous community in Mindanao, the Philippine government is not yet off the hook. The racism case will again be discussed during the 73rd session of the United Nations’ Committee on the Elimination of Racial Discrimination (UN CERD) here, from July 28 to August 15 this year.    In a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/AxtjElsRCcc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2008/07/philippine-govt-not-yet-off-hook-in-un.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AGSXk4eCp7ImA9WxdbEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-7124319613290139911</id><published>2008-07-22T18:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:22:08.730+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-06T19:22:08.730+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Benin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oil" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food crisis" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="climate change" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="transportation" /><title>At the fringes of climate change's 'Ground Zero': zemijahns hit global potholed hi-way</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/7124319613290139911/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=7124319613290139911" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/7124319613290139911?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/7124319613290139911?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/LS-L417vk-E/at-fringes-of-climate-changes-ground.html" title="At the fringes of climate change's 'Ground Zero': zemijahns hit global potholed hi-way" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/SIW0r1EbAsI/AAAAAAAAFGI/KSwrJMp_3BE/s72-c/IMG_1067.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NTEKt6JiHQbiXXKCe7AsbOmBkmc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NTEKt6JiHQbiXXKCe7AsbOmBkmc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(news report)COTONOU, BENIN – "We are exposed to the heat of the sun over our heads, our eyes hurt in the smog and so we have to wear dark glasses,” says Sebastien  Djossa, a moto-taxi conducteur plying the routes between Cadjehoun Highway and the Dantokpa Central Market here.“At night, we are very tired, our bones ache. We have to pray everyday we will  meet no accident," he adds. Djossa, a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/LS-L417vk-E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-fringes-of-climate-changes-ground.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8HQn49eyp7ImA9WxdaEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-8283635926451920090</id><published>2008-07-22T17:23:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:17:13.063+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-20T07:17:13.063+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Benin" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adaptation" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gender" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bali Plan of Action" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="climate change" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gulf of Guinea" /><title>At climate change's 'Ground Zero': Women most vulnerable but vital resource</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/8283635926451920090/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=8283635926451920090" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/8283635926451920090?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/8283635926451920090?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/WJ-HomPdxO8/at-climate-changes-ground-zero-women.html" title="At climate change's 'Ground Zero': Women most vulnerable but vital resource" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/SIWqRBHNhRI/AAAAAAAAFGA/xrjNQW9tRm4/s72-c/IMG_1010.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m9LPp-cgik_IIc4mVB06DJXyOhE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m9LPp-cgik_IIc4mVB06DJXyOhE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(news report)(UPDATED)COUTONOU, BENIN – Here at the fringes of climate change's "Ground Zero", no mourning bell tolls for the women who are most vulnerable to climate change's impacts, and rightly so, since they can be a key to survival even in a more inhospitable, warming globe. Monique Ouassa, a sociology of art professor at the University of Abomey-Calavi says here this week that her recent &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/WJ-HomPdxO8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-climate-changes-ground-zero-women.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQDRn47cCp7ImA9WxFbF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-4819543380263878681</id><published>2008-01-12T11:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T20:19:37.008+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-10T20:19:37.008+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videoke" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peacebuilding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="local governance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="solar energy" /><title /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/4819543380263878681/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=4819543380263878681" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/4819543380263878681?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/4819543380263878681?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/6Lp171yV9rg/half-moon-over-lantad.html" title="" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O1sUGSie4UoAEqx8fjQ8ZKpFTJY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O1sUGSie4UoAEqx8fjQ8ZKpFTJY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;an earlier version was published as a three-part series in the Mindanao Gold Star Daily, from January 9-11, 2008 while an abridged edition was published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on January 20, 2008...but when we enter the light some of uscarry a little piece of darkness with usand will not let gowe are children of the night-Richard Shelton, "Children of the Night"BALINGASAG, MISAMIS &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/6Lp171yV9rg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2008/01/half-moon-over-lantad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYMQHw9eip7ImA9WxdbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-7853314796031762563</id><published>2008-01-08T12:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:13:01.262+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-15T13:13:01.262+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="activism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human rights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="narrative jurnalism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lumad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigenous Peoples" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="remembrance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baliklumad" /><title>Balik-Lumad in the city</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/7853314796031762563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=7853314796031762563" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/7853314796031762563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/7853314796031762563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/7pQWnd7nvcg/balik-lumad-in-city.html" title="Balik-Lumad in the city" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cDOttOQodiiqp3R_I3XupcZ4Pjg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cDOttOQodiiqp3R_I3XupcZ4Pjg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Progressio and Lumah Ma Di LautCAGAYAN DE ORO CITY -- For years, Undag had been an exile from her tribal homeland. Even now, as she lives about an hour and a half away from her birthplace in barangay Luna, Claveria town, a glance away from the sacred mountain called Sumagaya, deep in her guts she still feels intensifying dislocation.Nena Undag's latest city dwelling is the first hut in a row of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/7pQWnd7nvcg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2008/01/balik-lumad-in-city.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YDQno_cCp7ImA9WB9aFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-6725522990919810585</id><published>2007-11-22T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T14:46:13.448+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-04T14:46:13.448+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="women" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="development" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indigenous Peoples" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith" /><title>Crafting A Weave of Women</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/6725522990919810585/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=6725522990919810585" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/6725522990919810585?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/6725522990919810585?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/Lm6G5TGh-vM/crafting-weave-of-women.html" title="Crafting A Weave of Women" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EZHXOSyzU5VCvPk9zMAkphYRFWI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EZHXOSyzU5VCvPk9zMAkphYRFWI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Progressio and Lumah Ma Di Laut, Inc.: Center for Living TraditionsA version of this story was published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on Oct. 13, 2007 Your hands deftly move among the strands  mystically creating magic that slowly evolved with each row/ ….Your weaving spoke a language of its own that needed no interpretation. All the magic.all the beauty/ has already been transformed through &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/Lm6G5TGh-vM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2007/11/crafting-weave-of-women.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQHQ30yfyp7ImA9WxdUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-1118597573051544166</id><published>2007-11-21T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:38:52.397+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T23:38:52.397+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="indigenous women" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human rights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mindanao peace building negotiation governance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="internal displaced persons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IPs" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spirituality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="IDPs" /><title>Beading a spirited life</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/1118597573051544166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=1118597573051544166" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/1118597573051544166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/1118597573051544166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/eh8Z_IfxzJM/beading-spirited-life.html" title="Beading a spirited life" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F7sC0wv07_29IQl_wjBMrDO8QKU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/F7sC0wv07_29IQl_wjBMrDO8QKU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Progressio and Lumah Ma Di Laut: Center for Living TraditionsA version of this story appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on Oct. 12, 2007“…Or are we working out the minor details of a strictly random pattern? Who is setting flower upon flower and cut-glass vine? Who is beading us?” 1 Long after the clumps of cassava stalks along abandoned paddies that used to have nourished the fat and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/eh8Z_IfxzJM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2007/11/beading-spirited-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGRXszeip7ImA9WB9WFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-4179792138541313338</id><published>2007-11-21T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:13:44.582+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-21T14:13:44.582+08:00</app:edited><title>By fierce and tender mercies</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/4179792138541313338/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=4179792138541313338" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/4179792138541313338?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/4179792138541313338?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/glJWk5TnKxk/by-fierce-and-tender-mercies.html" title="By fierce and tender mercies" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/znDVCGsPvXwplHVTSHHSGbLJy7A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/znDVCGsPvXwplHVTSHHSGbLJy7A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Blended justice a Higaonon waya version of this story appeared in the Philippine Daily InquirerIMPASUG-ONG, BUKIDNON --The front yard by a bungalow a stone’s throw away from the public cemetery’s gate was ablaze with the fierce mid-morning light, and there, by the shed the newly slain piglet’s blood-soaked throat shone dark crimson. The specks of half-chewed yellow ginger studded the red streaks &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/glJWk5TnKxk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2007/11/by-fierce-and-tender-mercies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQGQH88fyp7ImA9WB9WFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-2332408153223958005</id><published>2007-07-22T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T14:25:21.177+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-21T14:25:21.177+08:00</app:edited><title>Death of a whale shark</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/2332408153223958005/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=2332408153223958005" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/2332408153223958005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/2332408153223958005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/ib8ZcCDT3AE/death-of-whale-shark.html" title="Death of a whale shark" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oP06ct71xLrCJ61KKr3iG7SGhwc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oP06ct71xLrCJ61KKr3iG7SGhwc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oP06ct71xLrCJ61KKr3iG7SGhwc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oP06ct71xLrCJ61KKr3iG7SGhwc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;NAAWAN, MISAMIS ORIENTAL -- The Friday the villagers brought Mapu to its, literally, watery grave at 300 fathoms, it rained an odd long rain in Barangay Maputi, Naawan, a coastal town about 60 kilometers west of Cagayan de Oro City among the Iligan Bay.Mapu, a female shark, had a funeral cortege of mostly women who braved the drizzle and stood by the shore, carrying umbrellas. Their talk was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/ib8ZcCDT3AE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2007/07/death-of-whale-shark.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CQX8zfCp7ImA9WxdUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-5248895293972802393</id><published>2007-07-22T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:14:20.184+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T23:14:20.184+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="festival" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tourism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lanzones" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Camiguin" /><title>A reluctant tourist takes down some notes</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/5248895293972802393/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=5248895293972802393" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/5248895293972802393?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/5248895293972802393?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/-E_jMea6Suo/reluctant-tourist-takes-down-some-notes.html" title="A reluctant tourist takes down some notes" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/stx2-VkLF6JsPi1JxmhBlUz8Gec/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/stx2-VkLF6JsPi1JxmhBlUz8Gec/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today,as I was searching the Guardian's website for a review on a novel with a strange plot on migration/cultural displacement,  I stumbled on an obit for Tillie Olsen:'feminist author famous for inspiring aspiring women writers to find a voice'. I just learned she died on New Year this year. The book I forgot, by the way, is The Opposite House by Helen Oyeyemi. Today, I also read that this &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/P2PXQxQED2s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-some-notes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEEQ3g_fyp7ImA9WB5SE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-1570445432951496975</id><published>2007-06-04T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T13:56:42.647+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-06-09T13:56:42.647+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mindanaoan" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="visual arts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="art criticism" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="feminist discourse" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peace building" /><title>Of desaparacidos and disappearing acts: Rendering the Mindanawon as Woman Artists</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/1570445432951496975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=1570445432951496975" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/1570445432951496975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/1570445432951496975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/p02ZgcyFSjQ/of-desaparacidos-and-disappearing-acts.html" title="Of desaparacidos and disappearing acts: Rendering the Mindanawon as Woman Artists" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X18DepwqyluoflQs6haQBXn7OsE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X18DepwqyluoflQs6haQBXn7OsE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X18DepwqyluoflQs6haQBXn7OsE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X18DepwqyluoflQs6haQBXn7OsE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The problem lies in how to transform a culture where women artists continue to be rendered as absent.Katy Deepwell, “Questioning stereotypes of feminism in the visual arts,” in n.paradoxa   One out of 14. Only one woman out of the 14 artists at the art exhibition, Sungduan 2003,Mindanao Phase.         In a earlier report prior to the launching of the exhibit, the roving curator had these numbers:&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/p02ZgcyFSjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2007/06/of-desaparacidos-and-disappearing-acts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UBSXcyfip7ImA9WxdUFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-115579146896871509</id><published>2006-08-17T13:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:47:38.996+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T22:47:38.996+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mining" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="resistance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="multinational" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mindanao peace building negotiation governance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="development aggression" /><title>Gold mining pits indigenous women vs. indigenous women</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/115579146896871509/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=115579146896871509" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/115579146896871509?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/115579146896871509?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/wVnjDE-ZQSA/cxcxzcxzcxz.html" title="Gold mining pits indigenous women vs. indigenous women" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_2c76dhRLTNTojjLj87iQ6tSSNc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_2c76dhRLTNTojjLj87iQ6tSSNc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;SIOCON, ZAMBOANGA DEL NORTE – Even as the recent assault on the town center by rebels have been quelled by military troops here, a more deeply-rooted  tension threatens the peace of this former 17th-century mission settlement, about 109 kilometers from Zamboanga City in southern Philippines.All claiming they prefer building peace to sowing war among themselves, Subanen residents are pitted &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/wVnjDE-ZQSA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2006/08/cxcxzcxzcxz.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AARXc-eCp7ImA9WB5WEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-115380771219391814</id><published>2006-07-25T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T17:15:44.950+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-22T17:15:44.950+08:00</app:edited><title>Homage and Requiem</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/115380771219391814/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=115380771219391814" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/115380771219391814?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/115380771219391814?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/9hHHEneVbWk/fdsfdsfsdfd.html" title="Homage and Requiem" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMgEys-PkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/J87IbN4S3Go/s72-c/3sanggi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E3XyFAkiRNYVljCNpszk1jl6zlI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/E3XyFAkiRNYVljCNpszk1jl6zlI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Homage and requiem to Bukidnon’s cornBy Lina Sagaral ReyesSanggi, a farewell art exhibition of Bro. Hansel MapayoSM-City Cagayan de Oro, April 5, 2003CAGAYAN DE ORO -- Bro. Hansel Mapayo’s “Sanggi” recalls to mind travel writer Paul Theroux’s description of the fruit salad that African cook Julius Magoya gathers in a glass bowl (“Personal Effects,” last chapter in the novel My Other Life, Hamish &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/9hHHEneVbWk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2006/07/fdsfdsfsdfd.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYGRXc6cCp7ImA9WxdUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-113799193322414865</id><published>2006-01-23T12:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:02:04.918+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-30T23:02:04.918+08:00</app:edited><title>Something swirls in the remotest garden of her soul</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/113799193322414865/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=113799193322414865" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113799193322414865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113799193322414865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/LREiqV9s9bo/flowering-of-rages-swirls-in-remotest.html" title="Something swirls in the remotest garden of her soul" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EcEkhkp4tA3ep7obUXxhLipl_K4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/EcEkhkp4tA3ep7obUXxhLipl_K4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The first time you encounter her, Rorie Aradanas smothers you with an overwhelming diffidence.  She only thaws and warms up after several bottles of beer, prawns cooked in wine and first-person narratives of the charmed life as an only daughter, a beauty queen and a career man’s wife.As she describes her long affair with painting and her equally long marriage, scattering around a potpourri a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/LREiqV9s9bo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2006/01/flowering-of-rages-swirls-in-remotest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUERH04eSp7ImA9WB9aFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-113799073599552761</id><published>2006-01-23T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T15:03:25.331+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-04T15:03:25.331+08:00</app:edited><title>Circa '90s: 'Betamax' nightwatch</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/113799073599552761/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=113799073599552761" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113799073599552761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113799073599552761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/N1ZIs2kAhpM/circa-90s-betamax-nightwatch.html" title="Circa '90s: 'Betamax' nightwatch" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YaT6AfzeUaU1GM7dgoxziy2ujtE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YaT6AfzeUaU1GM7dgoxziy2ujtE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;this is quite an old, old story... but wait for its sequel...Tonight the house of Gertrudes Paler in the village of Villalimpia, is full of children, mothers and some men.Since all the glass jalousies are shut tight, the smell of sourish sweat and hands stained with fish stew mingle and hover in the air like an unseen cloud.The children settle down to sit, squat or sprawl on the clean linoleum &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/N1ZIs2kAhpM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2006/01/circa-90s-betamax-nightwatch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBRno6eip7ImA9WB5WEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-113799054223275330</id><published>2006-01-23T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:57:37.412+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-22T16:57:37.412+08:00</app:edited><title>Uncharitable wards</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/113799054223275330/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=113799054223275330" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113799054223275330?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113799054223275330?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/MoHYvKZDRPo/uncharitable-wards.html" title="Uncharitable wards" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/joU_wq9nW-WlDq6zGL7ZuhwU0xY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/joU_wq9nW-WlDq6zGL7ZuhwU0xY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;"Got newspapers?" the nurse asks, rather sternly."Newspaper? What newspaper, Ma’am?" the shivering patient asks in return, rather confused. "None, Ma’am. What for, Ma’am?""Next time you come here bleeding like that, be sure to bring newspapers. We don’t want our table to be smeared with blood."The dialogue above, between a caustic-talking night-shift nurse and a beleaguered woman seeking help at &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/MoHYvKZDRPo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2006/01/uncharitable-wards.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINQXY4eip7ImA9WB5WEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-113576964410037015</id><published>2005-12-28T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T16:56:30.832+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-07-22T16:56:30.832+08:00</app:edited><title>Aba Ginang Pinokya</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/113576964410037015/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=113576964410037015" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113576964410037015?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113576964410037015?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/PTroyk3TwvE/aba-ginang-pinokya.html" title="Aba Ginang Pinokya" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LbNiMd_mIoCHCmbpLwhApRa4Kw4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LbNiMd_mIoCHCmbpLwhApRa4Kw4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LbNiMd_mIoCHCmbpLwhApRa4Kw4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LbNiMd_mIoCHCmbpLwhApRa4Kw4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Aba Ginang Pinokya, puno ka ng patay-malisyaPalibhasa'y ang Panginoong 'Merika pa ma'y sumasainyoItinatakwil ka na ng maraming mga kababaihang naninindigang tapatAt itinatakwil na rin ng taumbayan ang niluto mong buto-botohan&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/PTroyk3TwvE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2005/12/aba-ginang-pinokya.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AAQn84eCp7ImA9WBVVGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-113228933817871846</id><published>2005-11-18T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:09:03.130+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-01-10T13:09:03.130+08:00</app:edited><title>OFWs off to Jordan, with dreams and anxiety</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/113228933817871846/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=113228933817871846" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113228933817871846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113228933817871846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/3mPUHaZy7UE/ofws-off-to-jordan-with-dreams-and.html" title="OFWs off to Jordan, with dreams and anxiety" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9vKFnmX_Y4_Sq_5riSu2ukd8mMA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9vKFnmX_Y4_Sq_5riSu2ukd8mMA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;OFWs off  to Jordan, with dreams and anxietyAMMAN, JORDAN – “So this is a country in the desert but why is it so cold here?” Jeany Munoz said  out loud, menacingly sarcastic, without meeting Alice’s eyes.It was not only cold, it was actually freezing, so that Jeany stood up from the steel seat at the arrival area of the international airport and walked back and forth, back and forth. Something &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/3mPUHaZy7UE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2005/11/ofws-off-to-jordan-with-dreams-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cGQnc6fip7ImA9WBVbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-113228924787662754</id><published>2005-11-18T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T11:10:23.916+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2006-01-26T11:10:23.916+08:00</app:edited><title>Tserman Africa: a child of war becomes a peace builder</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/113228924787662754/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=113228924787662754" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113228924787662754?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113228924787662754?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/GS7fw2giaMM/tserman-africa-child-of-war-becomes.html" title="Tserman Africa: a child of war becomes a peace builder" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HODXlrDEwkq67DWQ7kV5e5RC_1c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HODXlrDEwkq67DWQ7kV5e5RC_1c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HODXlrDEwkq67DWQ7kV5e5RC_1c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HODXlrDEwkq67DWQ7kV5e5RC_1c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;MASIU, LANAO DEL SUR -- On the 20th anniversary of Ninoy Aquino’s death, despite the drizzle, the festive mood reached an all-time high here, about 40 kilometers from Marawi, on the northeastern shore of Lake Lanao.The road leading to the Madrasah Darussalam Al-Islamia, past the Islamic Research Library and the white streamers mourning the death of Amerol Mujahedin Hashim Salamat, was replete &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/GS7fw2giaMM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2005/11/tserman-africa-child-of-war-becomes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMSHw6eSp7ImA9WxdbF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-113228915703059644</id><published>2005-11-18T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:16:29.211+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-15T13:16:29.211+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="West Bank" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Palestine" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="profile" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="peacebuilding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arafat" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Palestinians" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conflict" /><title>Patriarch in spring twilight</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/113228915703059644/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=113228915703059644" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113228915703059644?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113228915703059644?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/6SSW7cldHLc/patriarch-in-spring-twilight.html" title="Patriarch in spring twilight" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/736CqW4gGD0vFxkB9iB9klvSt8Q/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/736CqW4gGD0vFxkB9iB9klvSt8Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/736CqW4gGD0vFxkB9iB9klvSt8Q/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/736CqW4gGD0vFxkB9iB9klvSt8Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On Nov. 11 this year, the Palestinians marked the first anniversary of Yasser Arafat's death. About seven months before his death, I had the chance to be in his company twice in April 2004. And, yes, in hindsight, I did sense his slow dying but it did not occur to me then it would be soon.   RAMALLAH – Contrary to expectations of tardiness, Old Man Arafat came ambling towards our delegation of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/6SSW7cldHLc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2005/11/patriarch-in-spring-twilight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEFSHw_fip7ImA9WBVRFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13769561.post-113228909379050342</id><published>2005-11-18T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T21:56:59.246+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2005-11-19T21:56:59.246+08:00</app:edited><title>Red Stars</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://storya.blogspot.com/feeds/113228909379050342/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13769561&amp;postID=113228909379050342" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113228909379050342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13769561/posts/default/113228909379050342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~3/Zn-8Oiy6JwI/red-stars.html" title="Red Stars" /><author><name>Lina Sagaral Reyes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MRsGIvxQqko/RqMLkis-PdI/AAAAAAAAAHY/B6piKsL5N9E/s320/linaportrait3.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w7BaxtPhrhMA3T23qpMh2kizcnA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/w7BaxtPhrhMA3T23qpMh2kizcnA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1“Red Stars,” Rukmah Panti Atab called the tiny crimson flowers nesting on a vine with needle-like leaves. The vine was climbing a double-arched bower by the façade of her house.We were in the newly-rebuilt village of Delabayan, 12 kilometers uphill south of the Poblacion facing the Iligan Bay, about 30 kilometers west of Iligan City.“Their seeds, like this house, were given to us by the pastors &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AnArchipelagoOfScars/~4/Zn-8Oiy6JwI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://storya.blogspot.com/2005/11/red-stars.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

