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Archive for January 2010
4 comments • Marocharim • January 25, 2010
My friend Sharlyne wrote a very interesting article today on public toilets for LGBTs. In a GMA report, the Alyansa ng Media at Showbiz, Inc., led by Leo Martinez, proposes “gay toilets;” that “gay male” and “gay female” toilets may be built in government offices and commercial establishments. I’m sure that Mr. Martinez and his [...]
27 comments • Marocharim • January 24, 2010
In a report by GMANews.TV, former DSWD (now DOH) Secretary Esperanza Cabral, through the National Bureau of Investigation, has filed a libel suit against a blogger named “Ella,” who exposed some irregularities and alleged hoarding activities of the DSWD, at the height of the Typhoon Ondoy and Pepeng relief efforts. On the one hand, some [...]
Marocharim • January 22, 2010
Where do I begin: this is not a love story of boy-meets-girl, or a tale of girl-meets-boy. There are no magic potions, curses from evil witches, or Prince Charming laying a kiss on a Beautiful Princess. There is no once-upon-a-time, or a happily-ever-after. It is a story of everything falling into place, at just the [...]
1 comment • Marocharim • January 20, 2010
I don’t know if your mid-twenties should classify you as “old,” but I like to think I’m a hodgepodge of obsolesence and idiosyncrasy in fashion. Black shirts weren’t as cool as they were when I was younger. Nobody wears jackets in the oppressive heat of Manila. Button-down jeans are so last century. High-topped Chucks and [...]
Marocharim • January 18, 2010
Ito ang nakita ko sa Intramuros. Ang rebulto ng dating hari ng Espanya – si Señor Felipe II – at ang mag-inang nagpapahinga sa lilim nito. Hindi sa duyan, hindi sa kama, at hindi sa upuan, kundi sa karton na inilatag lamang sa plaza. Hindi sila humingi ng abuloy o limos sa amin; kuntento na [...]
8 comments • Marocharim • January 16, 2010
* – First in a series of posts about the Presidentiables Many of us are familiar with the Autobiography of Manuel B. Villar: born poor, sold fish in the market, and climbed up his way from the slums to the Senate. It’s an autobiography not written in books, but in TV commercials and PR material. [...]