The 13th-month divide
We were riding a tricycle on our way to the nearest mall to treat ourselves after a long day of...
Standing at the crossroads
The street lights draw sharp lines across my glasses, blurring my sight and clouding my vision. For a while I...
Too big for a small city
Metro Manila is full of everything. From one end to the other, stars shine and then they burn—it is a...
Purpose, eggs, and table salt
The evening descended over our narrow, silent kitchen. It was past midnight when I thought of fancying myself with calamansi-flavored...
To my virtual friends during the pandemic
Looking back, it is almost unbelievable how our friendship began—not in a bustling coffee shop, on a work platform, in...
Monday rants and self-loathing
I’m used to being broke, and right now, most ardently, I need to complain about it. It’s always Monday that...
From the window seat
Among the simple pleasures of my 36-kilometer daily commute to school is sitting by the window while a random song...
Filipino dream
I always envisioned Metro Manila as a city filled with wonders and where dreams are made. From the maximalist lifestyle...
Learning to slow down
For most of my life, I believed that being busy meant being successful. In college, I wore my packed schedule...
Choosing to be away
I have been asked several times if I miss my life in the Philippines. I am an overseas Filipino worker...
