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					` PAMBUNGAD AT PANGGAGAGAD THE very idea of having oneâs own website is megalomaniac, so I went for a little Nietzschean self-parody in naming (and not just naming) mine. I hope, however, that you dear reader, find more than the adoration of U Z. Eliserio here. UPLOADED here are ten of my short stories. (And an excerpt from my novella.) The majority of these stories came out in student publications, and I put them here so they don't have to suffer the final death. YOU will find that most of these stories are masturbatory. This is because I believe that masturbation is a political issue, and that writing should be political. IF you want a complete copy of my novella, please visit me at the Departamento ng Filipino at Panitikan ng Pilipinas at UP Diliman. IF you find any merit in my work and you are willing to waste a couple of thousand pesos, I have a novel looking for a publisher. I also have five plays willing to be produced for free. Monday, October 15, 2007 lumipat na tayo! nasa ueliserio.blogspot.com na ako. mukha lang 'yung walang laman, pero... posted at 10:34 PM Tell me who your friends are and Iâll tell you who my friends are The Poetry of Emmanuel Dumlao Si Maynard, na nagmahal Muli, si Maynard Alvin, Super Agent Mummyji Ian of the Sun Who Loved Me When No One Else Did Catenean Master Vedan Ilia, Prinsesang Labandera Si Amy, na nagpatawad Si Dennis, na nagpaalam Si Chuck, na nagmahal Muli, si Chuck Inhinyero Bulondoy Keep the Faith Hola! Hermogenes Lariosa aka Jari aka Ycia The Narvas System Mara Ishamael, Betrayer of Hope The Dean of Filipino Letters ___________________________________________________________ Treat others not merely as means but as ends-in-themselves The Lure of Consumer Society Cultural Imperialism Popular Culture Haven The Best Internet Site Frequently Asked Questions Intro 1 Intro 2 Works Death objet petit a For Stalking Department of Homeland Security Publication and Workshop Opportunities Ian Casocotâs Philippine Literature Website Ask Me for My Wishlist First attempt at a public sphere Second attempt at a public sphere The Voice of the Filipino Youth Mga Babaeng Aktibista ___________________________________________________________ The History of Sexuality The Will to Knowledge The Care of the Self The Use of Pleasure ___________________________________________________________ FAILURE TO PUNCTUATE Ni U Z. Eliserio She prefers to be addressed as "Ma'am." She is not a teacher. But the people, mostly women, who come to her get one of their biggest lessons in life. No, this is not another Tuesdays with Moron rip-off, though encounters with Justine Kaye Llanes are all about life and death. Ma'am JK is the unofficial head of the University's abortion corps. There she is, getting off her bike. She has just come from the clinic, known to those in the know as "Room TBA." She's wearing jogging pants and a t-shirt. Her coat and white pants are in her backpack. She opens their gate, pulls her bike in, and rushes inside. It is high noon, hours before she's supposed to be home. Just before lunch break she almost sent a student to the same place she had put her fetus. Diarrhea problems. She kicks opens the door of their boarding house's comfort room. She fights through her roommates' panties, hanging from a makeshift clothesline, and drops her underclothes as she drops on the toilet bowl. There is a spurt of shit, thenânothingness. JK sighs and looks at her watch. Plenty of minutes before she is needed at the clinic. She grabs a pail of water and cleans up. She steps out of the CR. Nikita, she knows, is at the library. Leonida, at her boyfriend's. "Only God knows where Mikaela is." She shares a room with these three women. She is the only one who is not a student, and has performed an abortion for all except Leonida. It is a small house, the only other bedroom being their landlords'. Mr. and Mrs. Kero know about JK's job. They have a daughter who is studying nursing at Manila. She stays at her aunt's house, and has been promised a free abortion, if ever it is needed. JK gets her cellphone from her bag (no messages) and sits on the sofa at the sala. She thinks about texting Juanito. Instead she checks her sent items and reread the greeting she gave him this morning. A good morning, an I love you, a see you this afternoon. They will meet at the Sunken Garden, at the benches in front of the College of Law. That is the plan. He has not replied. He has been behaving badly lately, punching posts, kicking cats. When they do meet he is silent, when she caresses him he tells her he is thinking about his classes. He is junior Education major. She met him when he brought his former girlfriend to her clinic. Nerissa? *>>continue>>* [more stories] 07/24/06 08/12/06 08/13/06 08/14/06 08/18/06 08/19/06 08/21/06 08/24/06 08/26/06 08/27/06 08/30/06 09/09/06 09/10/06 09/17/06 09/20/06 10/03/06 10/04/06 10/07/06 10/08/06 10/19/06 10/22/06 10/24/06 10/29/06 10/30/06 10/31/06 11/03/06 11/12/06 11/13/06 11/14/06 11/16/06 11/18/06 11/21/06 11/23/06 11/27/06 12/02/06 12/12/06 12/15/06 01/06/07 01/27/07 02/27/07 03/17/07 07/13/07 09/01/07 10/15/07 shoutouts. cbox or tag-board. ((: Excerpt mula sa Sa mga Suso ng Liwanag Ni U Z. Eliserio Tatlo agad ang napansin kong mali sa AVR-7 pagkapasok ko pa lang. Una, may aircon. Malamig na malamig, para akong sinabuyan ng malayelong tubig pagkabukas ko pa lang ng pinto. Pangalawa, tahimik ang mga estudyante. At sa silya sa likod ng mesa kung saan ako uupo, nakaupo ang isa sa mga pinakapaborito kong estudyante. Si Pomelo Chua, naging estudyante ko sa Humanidades nung unang taon n'ya, isa sa mga comm arts junior na junior standing na talaga. Nagdadasal s'ya. Bagaman magkaibigan kami, hindi ko napigilan ang kanyang pagsali sa Coalition of the Followers of Christ. Sa hinuha ko, dahil sa kanya kaya tahimik ang mga orc kong estudyante. May ilan nga sa kanilang nagdadasal din. "Pom? Pom-pom? Chua!" Isa s'ya sa iilang estudyanteng first name basis ko. Mas maganda kasing apelyido ang tawagan, para walang mag-iisip na mabait ako. "Chua! Chua!" Hindi s'ya natinag. Para bang kausap talaga n'ya si Kristo. Napansin na ako ng kanyang mga kaklase, nagsimula nang magkwentuhan ang mga ito. Lumapit ako sa mesa at ibinalibag ang aking backpack. "Chua!" Napatayo s'ya sa bigla. "Sir? Sir! Magdasal po tayo! Unang araw ng klase, may namatay na estudyante!" Na naman? Kada semestre mula nang nagtrabaho ako sa LB may namamatay na estudyante. Madalas dahil sa frat, pero meron isang beses nawala sa Makiling. "Kaibigan mo? Kaklase? Kakilala?" "Hindi po sir." *>>continue>>* [reviews] [blog] [archives] [links] [stories] [nobela] ((: Monday, October 15, 2007 lumipat na tayo! nasa ueliserio.blogspot.com na ako. mukha lang 'yung walang laman, pero... posted at 10:34 PM Tell me who your friends are and Iâll tell you who my friends are The Poetry of Emmanuel Dumlao Si Maynard, na nagmahal Muli, si Maynard Alvin, Super Agent Mummyji Ian of the Sun Who Loved Me When No One Else Did Catenean Master Vedan Ilia, Prinsesang Labandera Bucu Si Amy, na nagpatawad Si Dennis, na nagpaalam Si Chuck, na nagmahal Muli, si Chuck Inhinyero Bulondoy Keep the Faith Hola! Hermogenes Lariosa aka Jari aka Ycia The Narvas System Ishamael, Betrayer of Hope The Dean of Filipino Letters ___________________________________________________________ Treat others not merely as means but as ends-in-themselves The Lure of Consumer Society Cultural Imperialism Popular Culture Haven The Best Internet Site Frequently Asked Questions Bibliography and Interviews Downloadable Extracts Intro 1 Intro 2 Works Death objet petit a For Stalking Department of Homeland Security Publication and Workshop Opportunities Ian Casocotâs Philippine Literature Website Ask Me for My Wishlist First attempt at a public sphere Second attempt at a public sphere The Voice of the Filipino Youth Mga Babaeng Aktibista ___________________________________________________________ The History of Sexuality The Will to Knowledge The Care of the Self The Use of Pleasure ___________________________________________________________ FAILURE TO PUNCTUATE Ni U Z. Eliserio She prefers to be addressed as "Ma'am." She is not a teacher. But the people, mostly women, who come to her get one of their biggest lessons in life. No, this is not another Tuesdays with Moron rip-off, though encounters with Justine Kaye Llanes are all about life and death. Ma'am JK is the unofficial head of the University's abortion corps. There she is, getting off her bike. She has just come from the clinic, known to those in the know as "Room TBA." She's wearing jogging pants and a t-shirt. Her coat and white pants are in her backpack. She opens their gate, pulls her bike in, and rushes inside. It is high noon, hours before she's supposed to be home. Just before lunch break she almost sent a student to the same place she had put her fetus. Diarrhea problems. She kicks opens the door of their boarding house's comfort room. She fights through her roommates' panties, hanging from a makeshift clothesline, and drops her underclothes as she drops on the toilet bowl. There is a spurt of shit, thenânothingness. JK sighs and looks at her watch. Plenty of minutes before she is needed at the clinic. She grabs a pail of water and cleans up. She steps out of the CR. Nikita, she knows, is at the library. Leonida, at her boyfriend's. "Only God knows where Mikaela is." She shares a room with these three women. She is the only one who is not a student, and has performed an abortion for all except Leonida. It is a small house, the only other bedroom being their landlords'. Mr. and Mrs. Kero know about JK's job. They have a daughter who is studying nursing at Manila. She stays at her aunt's house, and has been promised a free abortion, if ever it is needed. JK gets her cellphone from her bag (no messages) and sits on the sofa at the sala. She thinks about texting Juanito. Instead she checks her sent items and reread the greeting she gave him this morning. A good morning, an I love you, a see you this afternoon. They will meet at the Sunken Garden, at the benches in front of the College of Law. That is the plan. He has not replied. He has been behaving badly lately, punching posts, kicking cats. When they do meet he is silent, when she caresses him he tells her he is thinking about his classes. He is junior Education major. She met him when he brought his former girlfriend to her clinic. Nerissa? *>>continue>>* [more stories] 07/24/06 08/12/06 08/13/06 08/14/06 08/18/06 08/19/06 08/21/06 08/24/06 08/26/06 08/27/06 08/30/06 09/09/06 09/10/06 09/17/06 09/20/06 10/03/06 10/04/06 10/07/06 10/08/06 10/19/06 10/22/06 10/24/06 10/29/06 10/30/06 10/31/06 11/03/06 11/12/06 11/13/06 11/14/06 11/16/06 11/18/06 11/21/06 11/23/06 11/27/06 12/02/06 12/12/06 12/15/06 01/06/07 01/27/07 02/27/07 03/17/07 07/13/07 09/01/07 10/15/07 shoutouts. cbox or tag-board. ((: Excerpt mula sa Sa mga Suso ng Liwanag Ni U Z. Eliserio Tatlo agad ang napansin kong mali sa AVR-7 pagkapasok ko pa lang. Una, may aircon. Malamig na malamig, para akong sinabuyan ng malayelong tubig pagkabukas ko pa lang ng pinto. Pangalawa, tahimik ang mga estudyante. At sa silya sa likod ng mesa kung saan ako uupo, nakaupo ang isa sa mga pinakapaborito kong estudyante. Si Pomelo Chua, naging estudyante ko sa Humanidades nung unang taon n'ya, isa sa mga comm arts junior na junior standing na talaga. Nagdadasal s'ya. Bagaman magkaibigan kami, hindi ko napigilan ang kanyang pagsali sa Coalition of the Followers of Christ. Sa hinuha ko, dahil sa kanya kaya tahimik ang mga orc kong estudyante. May ilan nga sa kanilang nagdadasal din. "Pom? Pom-pom? Chua!" Isa s'ya sa iilang estudyanteng first name basis ko. Mas maganda kasing apelyido ang tawagan, para walang mag-iisip na mabait ako. "Chua! Chua!" Hindi s'ya natinag. Para bang kausap talaga n'ya si Kristo. Napansin na ako ng kanyang mga kaklase, nagsimula nang magkwentuhan ang mga ito. Lumapit ako sa mesa at ibinalibag ang aking backpack. "Chua!" Napatayo s'ya sa bigla. "Sir? Sir! Magdasal po tayo! Unang araw ng klase, may namatay na estudyante!" Na naman? Kada semestre mula nang nagtrabaho ako sa LB may namamatay na estudyante. Madalas dahil sa frat, pero meron isang beses nawala sa Makiling. "Kaibigan mo? Kaklase? Kakilala?" "Hindi po sir." *>>continue>>* [reviews] [blog] [archives] [links] [stories] [nobela]