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Ang iyang uyab nahimong iring

December 14, 2008 - 12:00am

Duol na si Isyot sa payag nilang Tarsila ug naghinamhinam na siya nga magakos niya kini, kay nagsabot man god sila nga kun wala sa balay ang tatay ug nanay niini, adtoon niya kini ug aron sab makalugar siya sa pagpakigromansa...

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Wisdom of the aged

By NOTES FROM THE EDITOR By Singkit | February 26, 2006 - 12:00am

This is one of those emails that I’m glad I didn’t delete, especially since it came on a day when one friend was complaining about a return bout of hot flushes and another was totally distressed over the...

Starweek Magazine

In times of crisis

By NOTES FROM THE EDITOR By Singkit | December 12, 2004 - 12:00am

One day last week my friend Tarsila and her six-year-old son Eman cleaned out their closets. Clothes outgrown and outmoded were put into boxes, and Tarsila told her son that these were going to be donated to the...

Starweek Magazine

Sex, glasses and the spice of life

By NOTES FROM THE EDITOR By Singkit | July 11, 2004 - 12:00am

Greenbelt on a Friday night is not where I would normally go, but I could not pass on the chance to have dinner with seven of my high school classmates, one of them visiting from Italy (the dinner’s "guest...

Starweek Magazine