Before the clock runs out
Every morning, as I squeeze into a packed jeepney, I always pass by the same small city chapel that has...
The resolution for 2025
If everyone had to write a New Year’s resolution, my younger self would’ve recycled the same lies in my formal...
A thousand steps per second
The scent of lavender and notes of jazz music filled the air as my friends and I entered a fine...
Living on potatoes
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on December 13, 2005. Cooking corned beef is fairly easy. You...
Leaving without formal goodbyes
I went to the nearest grocery store to buy a storage box. I had assumed two backpacks and a suitcase...
Malaise within gated communities
There’s a famous allegorical story by the late essayist David Foster Wallace where two fictitious fish in the ocean have...
Season of goodbyes
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on November 22, 2008. Happiness is a choice, I’ve been told....
Fifteen, eighteen, twenty-one
I once was certain of what lay ahead, even when it was still settled within the vast plane of the...
The smell
My parents never taught me how to walk through floods. I would just sit on our old house’s declining wooden...
That grounded feeling
The thing about seeking professional help is it can make you reliant on your meds. The thing about this statement...
