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The storybooks I possess were always pro-family, so they were unisex, that patriarchal ideology allowed them for me. Such literature were all kept upstairs in The Garret, my room with a varnished floor of timbre, confined by wooden walls painted alabaster bearing white windows and covered by a white wooden ceiling that never leaked during past ( Read more... )

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The storybooks I possess were always pro-family, so they were unisex, that patriarchal ideology allowed them for me. Such literature were all kept upstairs in The Garret, my room with a varnished floor of timbre, confined by wooden walls painted alabaster bearing white windows and covered by a white wooden ceiling that never leaked during past ( Read more... )

Finale

Ron Rico Oandasan woke up from the dream called his childhood. At that very moment he was satiated by too much recollection that all that was left to remember was his reflection in the oval mirror. Then his head turned to his right and discovered that he was not alone. In the boudoir there was the queen-sized bed still cool in the afternoon ( Read more... )

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I
PORTIA

As if he couldn’t care less about the time, Fabrizio Moralez sat on his bed, soundlessly glaring at the mirror, which bore the reflection he couldn’t at once realize as his own. No one could tell if it’s vanity or one of the trances that sunset would find him shrouded with. For there he was, seemingly looking at a new discovery, ( Read more... )

II
PORTIA

Holding the bottle of sedatives, it occurred to her that she was seated on her last throne: the toilet.

A cheerleader, honour student, a stunner-she overthrew last year’s Prom Queen. Opening, June, SY 2002-03 saw her enter the campus gates a head-turner, feigning her unawareness at the students in a fuzz whispering to one another, “Oh m’ ( Read more... )

III

PARADISE

“Don’t leave…”

Fab had reached for the door of the hospital suite, but finally had his ultimate reason to pause: it was Dice’ first two words since Zorro’s attack. Bruised and still wounded in slow recuperation, Paradise hadn’t spoken in bed. Things have been the worst to speak of, so Dice silently couldn’t care ( Read more... )

On the day I pleased myself by bringing my Aladdin doll to class, I enterred the room with such thoughtless haughtiness that pupils accepted the easy explanation of me being a show-off ( Read more... )

Bakit kaya Serena ang logo ng Starbucks ( Read more... )

I just alighted from the jeep before it drove Crossing Ibabaw. Posing a dreadlock because of the countless night shifts, the moment intimated that hailing a taxi was the only move that meant I won't be late. And just my luck: a taxi pulled over with a passenger getting off of it. Then I saw him ( Read more... )