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Body of Meanings (Part 1)
I am acutely aware of my body because I have changed it drastically, denied so much from it, and whipped it into submission, that I feel, at times, so tragically disconnected from it. Sometimes I feel my body isn’t me, but a tool, a robotic shell I occupy and augment and repair.
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Whose Adobo is Authentic, Anyway?
Will gatekeeping culture and calling out cultural appropriation bring justice? Or is it going to kill the very thing it wants to protect?
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You are a rat
“The earliest known mammals were the morganucodontids, tiny shrew-size creatures that lived in the shadows of the dinosaurs 210 million years ago. They were one of several different mammal lineages that emerged around that time. All living mammals today, including us, descend from the one line that survived.”
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Why People Would Rather Get Covid-19: Chronicles During the Covid-19 Community Quarantine
A few days ago, my friend Nancy and I were talking about how we’re all adjusting to this new normal (a term used to exhaustion that it is already grating on my ears), as we carried our groceries back to our condos. Yes, we were lucky–alive and well, not yet driven to the brink of…
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For the Privileged, a Performance of the Poor
The real enemy is the invisible one that never shows its face: the system that creates these tensions between peoples of different classes.
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On the Kano Model and the LGBT Movement: Musings on the Intersections of my Startup and Advocacy Life
The Kano model is a customer satisfaction theory popular in the startup world. But does it also fit in the fight for LGBT rights?
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To Rage Against the Dying Light
Zambales sunset, March 2016 “Why are you so forceful?” The words hit me like a brick. I was talking to a friend earlier, trying to motivate him to start on his fitness routine. He had reached out to me a couple of weeks ago, saying that he had wanted to begin finally. The thought…
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The Potential Project
“So ephemeral is that will-o’-the-wisp, Success!” – “Half a Sheet of Paper”, August Strindberg (Photo taken during New Year’s Eve 2018) Never enough.In my unending mission to improve myself, I constantly pummel myself with this phrase: never enough. There’s always something left to be done. There’s always room to improve myself. There’s always a better…
A Writer from Manila 