Age

Photos: Omar
Words and editing: Kari

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omar. NEW YORK cutie. hilarious. charming. enjoys ice cream, whipped cream out of a can, and can devour an entire apple pie in one sitting. a master at crazy eights and xbox lego games. a budding photographer despite his young age and wise beyond his years. he will be a player when he grows up.

Sacrifice

Response to: Agnostic's Prayer

Guest Artist:
Tin. Manila. is a lover of photographs, whether she's in front or behind the camera. is admittedly vain. she can starve tomorrow but cannot live without diamond peels. outspoken and never hesitates to speak her mind. has recently become a professional traveler.

http://glittergurl.multiply.com

The most terrible poverty is loneliness, and the feeling of being unloved.

The most terrible poverty is loneliness,

and the feeling of being unloved.

-Mother Teresa of Calcutta

Response to: Lonely

Guest Artist:

bea. Fullerton. has few but meaningful relationships with people, and enjoys cocktails with them. finally found the balls to get her life started with the man who has the attention span of a 5-year old goldfish. can't decide on working for enterprise or art... but would rather worry on when her next trip to the ocean will be, and when she can live next to it.

Lonely

Response to: Monophobia

Guest Artist:

kelly. Las Vegas. dancer. photographer. traveler. seeing her, you wouldn't think she was a computer wiz. aspires to be part of something BIG. is madly in love with New York and one particular resident of Long Island. is half pinay and half black and surprises Filipinos when she starts talking in tagalog. loves old music and Sampaguita Pictures

http://www.myspace.com/kelly18, http://halfpinay.com

Misconceptions

As he huddled on the street curb,
the rugby killing the pain in his stomach,
he looked for the best looking car.

Maybe the red Corolla, or the blue Musso.
No. They only had drivers. Not good targets at ALL.
The Camry? There was an old couple inside, so maybe…
But then old people just give chips or sandwhiches.

He needed money.
For a place to live? Maybe. For food?
Nah, he’d gotten by on less.
For more things to sniff? Oh yes. You’d bet he’d need that.
There, that’s his target. The red Ferrari.

A rich target could give rich rewards.
The boy got up, and knocked on the fancy car’s window.
It was night, and the stoplight was red,
And the driver of the Ferrari ignored him.

He stepped back,
And promptly knifed the ferrari’s tires.
And as his elders started mugging the driver,
He smiled at the thought of the fun life he was leading.

Response to:
Freedom: A Right or a Privilege?

Guest Artist:

JA. Manila. wants to make a living by traveling around the world and eating, but just in case that doesn't happen he is now trying to be a teacher. His hopes of growing up to be a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle have already been shattered, so he expresses his grief and disappointment by writing like a little emo boy. He also likes pie.