Anatomy of conversations
Conversations form the very fibers that weave together our experiences, relationships, and innermost thoughts. They possess an anatomy uniquely their...
A world of colors
The colors of my childhood were green and blue, with more than just a sprinkling of yellow, red, orange and...
It is what it is
On July 10, I left the ever-chaotic, traffic-stricken Manila for a two-week trip to Malaysia and Vietnam. Days before the...
Location and depression
Moving out to live on your own is a rite of passage that many college students go through, but who...
The face of war
I have read of the time when the Greeks hid inside Odysseus’ horse to be able to enter the mighty...
‘Raining in Manila’
Growing up in a farming-dependent household, I witnessed my older siblings leaving the nest and returning home only to leave...
Bittersweet realization
I stopped reaching out first, and life has never been this peaceful. My mother once told me to treat everyone...
One night in Pobla
“Are you from La Salle?” she practically screams into my ear. For a moment the lukewarm house mix pummels all...
This isn’t a rant against religion
My parents were hardcore, god-fearing, born-again Christians. They never missed a Sunday service or their monthly tithe offering. When Mom...
Slaying the dragon
this story originally appeared in the philippine daily inquirer on July 30, 2017. I woke up to the news that...
