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Hope and desperation   By Virginai J. Pasalo ACCORDING to my dear friend, Armi Bangsal-Lorica, being appointed in government is like playing the musical chair, where a number of individuals go around chairs with one chair pulled out each time so that one individual is taken out at every turn. In the process, you must […]

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Embracing the moment By Virginia J. Pasalo   IT is late. I just woke up to music that makes me dance with the stars. Life is sweet, even under stress. I can imagine myself walking towards an airplane bound for Milan, from an airport in Zurich, the excitement of the engines roaring, the panorama of […]

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Vanishing Light By Virginia J. Pasalo     Are You angry? I believe so. You are angry. With or without reason You must be to allow desecration of sacred spaces to burn, to smash, to mangle.   We must have displeased You displeased, yes, displeased for how else can You explain the falling? bombs are […]

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Finding the beautiful in the mess By Virginia J. Pasalo   NOT so very long ago, I used to cry over oppressors and bullies in my life. My father dealt with my crying by making me face my tormentors and taught me to engage them in their own fight. It was a liberating feeling to […]

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Educating Rita By Virginia J. Pasalo   IT is easy to pillory Senator Trillanes. Especially if a white BBC anchor pilloried him. Somehow some people attain superiority that way, superiority by identification. This attitude can be justified, the behavior of Senator Trillanes leaves much to be desired, most often accompanied by anger. Anger is normal […]

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Bally shoes By Virginia J. Pasalo IT was a bright sunny morning. For the first time in a very long time, we were together, you were wearing red, I forgot what I was wearing, or if I wore anything. Although guarded, strange that I felt so comfortable with you. I was expecting us to eat […]

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A scented reminder By Virginia J. Pasalo THE dawn smells of sampaguita. I smell it even when I imagine it. My childhood is full of sampaguita stories. They remind me of my colorful childhood. I remember Auntie Intay who woke me up early at dawn to pick the flowers along the old highway and put […]

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Building trust By Virginia J. Pasalo TRUST is what we give to another being we have faith in. Therefore, before trust is given, faith has to be there. Faith is the confidence and the assurance in things we do not sense or fully comprehend, like the faith in the existence of heaven and the existence […]

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