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Years I lost in the haze
It was in 2021 when I first learned how to write. My mama prepared a table in our small garden,…
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Four-cornered love
There is a certain chokehold only “balikbayan” boxes have on me—a grip that starts the moment Mama calls and says,…
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Anomie
I didn’t know how often I lay in my room, alone, and cold, in the middle of the summer, ruminating…
1 week ago
An open letter to all ‘Bobbies’
Never the favorite, always forgotten. You are the best in everything, and yet, you are still number 2, option B,…
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Every vote counts
Never again will I fail my country like this. I often pinpoint 2022 as the year I began to care…
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Rejected cents and sentiments
I thought it was just a usual night walking back home from a tiring day at school. While climbing up…
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Filipino dream
I always envisioned Metro Manila as a city filled with wonders and where dreams are made. From the maximalist lifestyle…
September 6, 2025
My curious self
They say curiosity killed the cat. But they forget the second half of that saying—“satisfaction brought it back.” I was…
September 3, 2025
Why I don’t bid goodbye in Filipino
I cannot say goodbye to you in Filipino because I fear it will be the last time we see each…
September 1, 2025
‘Carinderia’ memories with Tatay
One of my favorite parts of traveling with my late father for his sales job was our lunch breaks. Each…
