July 2011
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In a small crumbling restaurant about a few blocks from where I live, a man sings his heart out with the help of a videoke machine. In the plate of tapsilog on his table, he briskly spoons the rice to his mouth while the intro of The Zephyr Song emanates from the machine and three animated thin girls with unrealistically long legs dance on the screen. Upon the start of the first stanza…
