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Avila of the Phillipine Star (June 17, 2011)




With the Chinese suddenly becoming so aggressive in the Spratlys
not just against the Philippines but also Vietnam, the United States through US
Ambassador Harry Thomas Jr. stated that they would honor their commitments with
the Philippines. But in my book these are mere rhetoric. America today under
the Presidency of Barack Obama has 
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While
spending more time in journal writing each day, I feel that I have become a
hermit in certain respect. I have been too much absorbed in reading and writing
that it no longer concerns me whether I sleep late at night or that I fail to attend
to some of the important notices regarding my work and studies. If only I could
live with these hobbies, then I will abandon everything to channel my
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Dear
lovely people, the door hasn’t yet closed about RH- Bill, and here we go again
with another heated feud between the congress and the church. Last week the “Divorce-Bill”
is being pursued by partylist representatives in order to empower women, and
give them a way out from unsuccessful, torn marriages.  Women, doesn’t that sound lovely? Doesn’t that sound great to empower you through this
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The
adage “We are what we eat” always proves true. 20 years back, yes! Now, not
anymore!





Today,
if we eat junk, well end up being junkies without realizing our dreams of
growing old together, of spending our dream honeymoon in the Moon when the
first space tourism gateway is opened. On the other limb, if we eat healthy
foods, we are still not guaranteed of a perfect health and we may 
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It’s
distressing to quit blogging knowing that this had been one of my favorite
pastimes for so many years. I have given up my word on this: “should stop this
nonsense and concentrate on my God-forsaken-life through my diary (Rosa) and think like Anais Nin, bereft of sensuality.”
Hahaha. But then I realize there is nothing wrong in taking back my word to resume my passion for it. I just have
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By Buddy Cunanan of the Manila Times.net



A LITTLE birdie whispered into my ear the most delightful news.
I have it on relia-ble information that former Defense Secretary and
presi-dentiable Gilbert Teodoro is returning to the political scene before
June, in preparation for a possible Senate run in 2013.



Although Teodoro was
one of the first to concede defeat after last year’s elections, 
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The moon and the stars bid goodbye before the daybreak and
the sun raised its fiery brows among the clouds. It was a beautiful sight to
have the sky painted with carnation which served as grandiose backdrop for the
egrets flying in peculiar formation. There she watched the breaking of dawn
with adoration. Her hair, cascading at her shoulders, danced along to every
blow of a morning breeze. 
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Hey,
2nd Lt. Juan de la Cruz! Are you not a nurse? Hey, P/Inspector Ramon
Escudero, are you not a nurse? Oh c’mon. There is something I really don’t understand
with how the AFP and PNP is prioritizing nurses to hold big ranks after they
are enlisted in the service. From the moment they pledge under the Philippine flag,
their ranks also fly as high as the sky. So what’s so special about nurses 
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Roaming around bookstores and staring at delectable books always gives me
a temporary recess from taking life seriously. And during the time when I was
so depressed over the ordeal of my father, I tread the nearest bookstore and
prowled for books that would suffice my longing for delightful pieces. It was
just timely that I stumbled upon the Adam Zagajewski’s “Without End,”
a 
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My
schedule was very hectic the past few days that I could no longer check my
email, all for the heck of making money. I forced myself to write despite some
obstructions, hoping that I could pass my articles before the deadline. Fortunately,
with God’s grace and un-abating adrenalin, I finished and submitted them to my
employer.  And God knows how tiring it
was that in the eyes of 
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&amp;amp;lt;p&amp;amp;gt;Tom&amp;amp;lt;/p&amp;amp;gt;  

I don't know but this song really touches me. It makes me wanna run to you and feel you, Love. Soon.
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After the long waited, largely wrought with litanies and
devotions, the bar exam result was released last Thursday. My classmate, who
works in the media, leaked it right away for our batch to know. Four of our
classmates made it in their first take, hence calling for a grandiose
celebration. 







“Bro, you’re in-charge of the booze,” John said who called from his station while scuttling 
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At the first glint of the sun, proclaimed in chorus by
morning birds, and you are aware that you still breathe the same air so sweet,
so fresh, that pumps your heart for you to know you are alive - -what
do you think is the first and mighty thing you should do? 



When you feel your limbs moving and that you are still in
good condition to stretch your body on your soft bed with a light feeling
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The match ended with a frustrating outcome for the Team
Azkals after the Mongolian Blue Wolves nailed them to 2-1 game in Ulan Bator. Sure, the
Azkals have plenty of reasons why they lost the game. Probably it was because their balls were frozen like dead meat, and their vest may have looked like French outfits,
thus hampering their natural locomotion. But are these valid reasons? Hmmm...Yes
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I came across a site that
posted Rosemarie Urquico’s article about dating “a girl who reads.”  (Yeah, yeah, I don't mind being late to famous buzz in the net.) It reminds
me of a lady who prefers books over fancy clothes; and
coffee over, er malling and other escapades that typical young adults do. And
better than everyone else, she doesn’t just read but also write intelligently. Tread 
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These past few days Iloilo had been experiencing
a rather rainy weather that filled up most of  the river systems. Tributaries such as streams and creeks
had also been filled by gushing water from the mountains down the plains,
hence, inundating communities in the low areas. I asked myself, is this a brand
new summer?  The Weather Bureau (I choose
to call it that way than PAGASA) answered and
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What
if your spine cringes back because you are reading for 8 straight hours? That would
be a terrible burden to carry. In fact, the pain will be horrendous for it will
definitely affect all your activities. And when you summon a doctor to check on
your spine, the result would look exactly like this:









 Illustration by Jesse Lenz



Who
would like to have that kind of spine, pips? 
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It's 4:30 in the morning. I force
my self to get up for once again I have to travel the route which have already been
part of my daily journey. Whew! Sometimes, it’s just too much to travel an hour
and a half, covering 40 kms, before I get to log-in in our office. But I have
no choice: I have to work to live like a man. And it’s better this way coz I couldn’t
imagine myself doing nothing,

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You
look at the music sheet, wondering if the notes on it have minds of their own
and could easily escape the page. But you know that is impossible. The time
signature, the key signature, the dynamics, the proper placement of notes and
rests in lines and spaces are there – all waiting to be transposed in a
keyboard. You stare at the sheet again, skim through it, and force your fingers

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We celebrate EDSA revolution today which reminds us of our
victorious past of toppling down a dictatorial government out of our system. It
was a bloodless revolution that awakened the world to look at Philippines as
a model for bravery, of showing the true essence of democracy. But after 25
years of celebrating the event, the essence of it becomes nothing but a memory after the envisioned 
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I like to travel. But due to the
too costly budgetary requirements, I couldn’t pursue the kind of trip I always
wanted. Maybe I’ll die in my native ground without witnessing a single
match in the World Cup or taking a glimpse of the dazzling city of Venice before
it is wallowed by aqua alta. Hence, I take comfort in books and content myself
in savoring authors' description of  places they 
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Beside me on
front row of the bus yesterday was a little girl, about 10 years old, in shabby clothes. She had her
little brother seated on her lap. They smelled like fish vendors who have
walked miles just to sell their goods. They both held pails with three candies
in it. The girl looked so old at her age and she was a little bit shy. But she
seemed so sweet. The way she held her brother, 
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To Ms. Finch: I finished 3 books this week and hopefully to make another this
weekend. Thanks for the wonderful collection you lend me, I hope I could pay back
the favor someday. For the meantime, Ms. Finch,  enjoy Umberto Eco. He is one of a kind and
hope you’ll like his works the way I do. But don’t be pressured to finish the
book within this month. You still have a year to do that and I’m 
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He suddenly stepped out of the veranda when he saw a
fierce bright light from the sky cut though the horizon and struck the tallest
coconut down yonder the village’s bank. So fierce was the lightning that people,
as had been psychologically conditioned, covered their ears for the presaged deafening
thunder to follow. Everybody did, except him who stood up and inquired where exactly
the 
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Love
–What so special about it? When lovers had their taste of intimacy while their hearts throb inside them and the gloomy sky assemble with rouge before their
eyes, who can tell it’s already love? When Rollo May squints before the crowd and Freud hollers at the back reprimanding Buscaglia on his
love account, who do you think among  them possesses the truth? Is it not what the Holy
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