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My Personal Birding Report for 2008 Jan 4, '09 5:05 PM for everyone Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000168 EndHTML:0000007747 StartFragment:0000000471 EndFragment:0000007730 Happy 2009!!! Here's my birding report for 2008. Clock time are starting times. I usually do birding for about 2 hours. October 2, 2008 9am San Manuel wetland Little Egret (3) [territorial

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The unreality of landscapes as the saying goes. For a brief moment they unmask themselves as CLANDESTINE. And basically, you never see them again. Try as you may. It is always the unknown room in the palace. The corridor in If It Die…, or in the burrow.-Jean-François Lyotard“Scapeland” in The Inhuman: Reflections on Time Juvenile Scapelandpoetics of a queer childhood for Carmelita

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RùnsàyAn Inner Traveler’s Notes on An Indigenous People’s Filiation under the MoonAncestral lands / domains shall include such concepts of territories which cover not only the physical environment but the total environment including the spiritual and cultural bonds to the areas which the Indigenous Cultural Communities / Indigenous Peoples possess, occupy and use and to which they have claims of

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A RepublicEarly morning of January 18, 2003 found me walking a trail down a hillside on the western coast of Palawan. From atop the hill one could see the great expanse of mangrove swamp. On the left side of this wide vista were square patches of exposed boggy land, as if somebody had taken a razor blade and sliced a swatch from the green fabric before my eyes. We were some 30 kilometers North

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An essay on incoherenceHow easy it is to forget.No, it is not easy to forget.But what gets at you is how difficult it is to find meaning.All those memories of childhood are still there, even after the purging.But what eats you is how childhood seems to be a stupid thing to remember.Childhood void of sentimentalism is just another phase.How empty it seems when you get to the next phase.Or how

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Rounded? Well-Rounded? Non Well-Rounded?When somebody drops the discourse on non-roundedness, must I still be affected?It’s a marker indicating that another battle is not worth pursuing anymore. Get my guns on another battle. For this one is not worth winning.It is a vague issue. At best a discourse on averages.A smattering of this and that. Tit for tat.I cannot possibly control how others

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D Passing through the national highway that connects “Junction One” and the San Pedro area in Puerto Princesa, I often remember another city. The portion of the road that passes the western edge of the airport is so uncannily similar to the national highway that passes the edge of the airport of another city located some 400 nautical miles southeast of P. However, the sensation of fast moving

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Novels and PlacesMarseilles was ideally suited to Genet’s imagination. Like Brest, where he would set Querelle, it would be bombed severely during the Second World War. Once a place was destroyed, it became a suitable subject. Genet wrote about Mettray after it was closed, Brest and Marseilles after they were bombed, Montmartre after it no longer existed as a bohemian or criminal centre but

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As a practicing journalist, as an editor of the country's most awarded environmental community newspaper, an active partner of the Center for Community Journalism and Development, the Center for Media Freedom andResponsibility, the Philippine Press Institute, and the BIMP-EAGA Media and Communicators Association, I join our fellow media practitioners tonight in condemning the excessive show of

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Afternoon of September 29 started out slowly for me. After lunch, I texted my two remaining close friends who shared the same sympathies as mine with regards to the debauchery that is slowly creeping up Palawan from its southern tip. I was adamant in attending the UPAA forum scheduled for the afternoon.  For what could be a more incongruous topic for a fora than "responsible mining"?  I told my

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Because I was never a part of them, they exist at that moment just as I look up the clock face to find the second hand two ticks away from the zenith.I could never hold the visions completely.And in moments when am untruthful to myself, I also say the visions could never hold me because I was never a part of them.But I keep coming back to take my surreptitious peeps at memory’s leaking hole.These

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This whiteness is an embarrassment.It slaps me with the cold memory of the toilet tiles and those secluded moments of abandon when bodies are only concerned with bodies.The real intercourse within these walls is not lightweight. It lacks sterility.Contacts are always weighed down. Literally, by the book satchels hanging down the backs of college boys, the computer bags down the sides of some IT

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…you’re not brainy enough to notice that I don’t have the same skin tone as you.I hate you for giving me a body hugging pink muscle-shirt for my 19th birthday.It took you five more years to tell me you are gay.You must have thought that every gay boy wants to wear pink; that every gay boy has a closet.Kuya, we are so poor, we could not afford a closet for every boy in the family.Didn’t you

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I grew up in a brainy lot of boys, but our younger triumvirate is more known among our contemporaries as the enfants terrible. I guess all three of us were bestowed with the brain gene. But it hardly ends there. On top of that, the eldest of the trio has one more gene. He has the one that allows him to cope with all sorts of people in varied life situations. If ever you have the chance to

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With all the denials and schisms we have been having all these years, it is difficult to assume commonalities, indeed. The only commonality to which we would all agree on is the fact that we are biological males who are having sex with other biological males. Even the subject of sex is not a sacred ground upon which we would all shed all our armors down. What we would all agree on, for this

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