In shallow, stagnant waters
A slight drizzle washes through Katipunan. The sidewalks of a highly urban space are not particularly suited for late-night/early-hour strolls:...
Confessions of a killer
Murderer. I look in the mirror and I see myself. Whole. Yet broken. No skin torn, bruises tattooed, wounds etched....
How much land does a man need?
A trip to Nueva Ecija, all alone and by bus, had me nervous. The task at hand was to gather...
Breaking the silence on silent treatments
Silence and peace seem to co-exist. There is peace in silence and silence in peace. Some people seek silence to...
Becoming in Korea
This student exchange program in South Korea feels like a lifeline for my 22-year-old self. I’ve grappled with persistent unease,...
Filipino time
There are only three certainties in Filipino life: death, taxes, and being late. For someone who’s always had his calendar...
Until when is it okay to not be okay?
Sometimes, I ask the universe: Until when is it okay to not be, okay? I don’t have a photographic memory—but...
‘Sakto lang’
Life has often been described as a journey filled with peaks and valleys, and while this analogy holds true for...
Big dreamer
Last night I finally had the guts to re-open “Bobby.” You might think I am crazy, but yes that is...
What’s the plan?
I’m on the last roll of my 20s. Hell yes, I am scared. I grew up in a small town....
