In-between place
The City of Pines is an in-between place where people, specifically university students, travel through and where they…
Home is the stranger
The backpack was heavy. Inside, the little travel things collided: a green Philippine passport, five sweat-soaked shirts, a pair of jeans, a Swiss knife, bottled mineral water, pens, a battered blue travel notebook, a toothbrush and a face towel.
Manners maketh man
Am I the only one who has noticed that we’re becoming so negative online?
Unheard memories
Music takes up more space than we realize. It lives below the surface of our day-to-day affairs, comfortably…
The weight of grief
The night my Lolo Eddie died, I made an excuse that I had to buy a watch just…
Wings of desire
Long queues of passengers snaked through the checkpoint. I took off my wristwatch and unbuckled the stainless-steel clasp…
An old woman, a girl and her cellphone
There is this spot along España in Manila, just in front of the University of Santo Tomas, where I usually sit down and wait on Sunday afternoons for a nearby Internet cafe to open
Young and in gov’t
Some people—my mother, for instance—would regard government work as the safe road.
Graduate ‘na ako’
On Sep. 24, 2022, I was supposed to climb up the stage to get my diploma and have…