Lessons on adulthood
The thought of explaining the present to my younger self is downright terrifying. When I can barely grasp the complexities...
Inside the walls of purgatory
The only constant thing in our humanity is our vulnerability to sickness, and how at one point in our lives,...
I intend to not wake up tomorrow
That would’ve been a good farewell note. I’ve been tempted for a few nights to leave this on my Facebook...
As the sakura trees bloom
When I came to Japan, I thought I was supposed to feel ecstatic. Who wouldn’t be? It was the end...
Through blurred lenses
Everything was clear that night—the jeepneys violently honking and cars swiftly passing by as I stood on the roadside. The...
From caterpillar to butterfly
Have you ever watched a caterpillar transform into a butterfly? A caterpillar does this through a process that requires it...
Time of our own
There’s nothing in “an hour left” that is synonymous with “I am late,” a couple of words I utter whenever...
Other side of the cup
I was up a little too early on a Monday morning. I woke at the crack of dawn to drop...
All things wise and wonderful
I have always known Mr. Marcolm as the richest man in our dusty section of Pampanga. He is a naturalized...
Amoebas in my head
I like memories. Memories like those things from the past. I think they’re neat because they’re just images yet they...
