When colors refuse to land
There is a strange kind of silence that follows the loudest applause. You worked nights when others slept. You turned...
Because I can
I write, though I am not good. I sing, though I do not sing well. I dance, though I am...
Penance of resting
The text from my mother pops up above all the other notifications: “Uuwi ka ba sa Mahal na Araw? (Are...
The ghost of ‘almosts’
There’s a peculiar silence that visits me sometimes—uninvited, unsettling, yet familiar. It arrives in the quiet after the day has...
Time’s up: When later feels too late
I was ready to conquer the world after I graduated college. Armed with the grit and stubborn resilience that fueled...
I hate numbers
Ever since I was a kid, at home or school, people could get me to do almost anything. But if...
A book is never just a book
No one truly understands how much it means to me to own a book. I didn’t bring a single book...
Rest, you need it
Sometimes, we tend to overwork ourselves, not noticing that we are too exhausted to the point that we are slowly...
Lost with a degree
Four months have slipped by since I proudly walked across the graduation stage, my heart swelling with joy as I...
A little bit more
I paid with a card and waited for the short receipt. My grocery cart is just halfway full. A switch...