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Food is one of the cornerstones of Filipino culture. Imagine the shock of Vegemite on toast.
Think of quintessential Pinoy cuisine and an entire feast comes to mind. We have pancít palabok, adobo, sinigáng and, for dessert, ube, kutsintâ, and bibingka. And thats just for starters. When I think of quintessential Aussie food, I think of
well, Vegemite and Tim Tams.
Vegemite is a national icon. Trust the unofficial Aussie national food to be made from by-products of beer manufacturing. Continue reading
I blame my laziness on entropy. You can’t argue with Physics. This article has been tweaked a few times. With apologies to M. J. Farabee.
Second semester can be a weird time at uni. The pain of assessment is still fresh in your mind from semester 1, but not quite close enough to worry about. You think you should be studying but … ah, stuff it, it’s early days yet. You didn’t start studying for your HSC until two weeks before your exams, did you? If you did then stop reading this right now—you obviously have better things to do, like summarising your lecture notes and drawing your mind maps. You’d better get on with it because the rest of us are waiting to borrow you colour-coded summaries. Continue reading
This was my first published work of fiction, written just before I graduated from uni. I wrote it in about an hour and entered it in the Women’s Words Competition run by the university union. Needless to say, it didn’t win.
Yesterday, my lover left
in a fit of calm before a tableau of too many words left said—best in the shadowy space of unexplored truths—a trousseau of deceit and subterfuge and niggling little things that all of a sudden translate into failure. And little else left silent and secret and precious. Continue reading