I’m not sure where I heard it (or really, if I even did — maybe it was only a dream), but I’ve heard it said that dogs are closer to heaven. — We arrived at home a few minutes after 7 PM, weary from the festivities of the day prior. Having the opportunity to see… Continue reading Lucky
Category: Personal
Of wishes
We were sitting on the sidewalks last night, just talking. Cigarette sticks turned cigarette butts left unnoticed, practically touching — burning — skin; frozen bottles of beer turned lukewarm; clock hands turning, now it is 11:14 PM, now it is 11:53 PM, now it is 12:32 AM, now it is 12:41. We leaned back and… Continue reading Of wishes
You in? Yulin.
[Author's Note: At the risk of sounding preachy (which I am well aware I have the gross tendency to become), I decided to write this open letter to those who support the online campaign on the Chinese festival where the practice of dog-eating is a ritual, more commonly known as the Yulin. Forgive the horrible grammar,… Continue reading You in? Yulin.
On Independence
Bakun is a relatively small poblacion in Benguet, and, like many of the towns in that part of the county, is quaint, quiet, and quite wonderful. (I like alliterations, so sue me.) --- On June 12-14, a group of acquaintances-turned-friends and I decided to climb three mountains dubbed as the Bakun Trio, famously called as… Continue reading On Independence
Birthday Realizations
It was 7:23 PM when it hit me. After months of getting horrified at the mere thought of being 21 (also known as becoming legal worldwide), I realized something. I'm actually not that scared. --- There were 13 of us in the jeep, 14 if you count the driver, and we've just climbed 3 mountains in… Continue reading Birthday Realizations
Ocean drops
A little bird once told me that the best way to make great things happen is to get out of bed early. Unfortunately, for many people, getting out of bed is a struggle in itself. Thus, this entry. This post is for those who, upon waking up, realize there’s so much more to be done,… Continue reading Ocean drops
Traverse in verse (Balingkilat/Nagsasa)
i. Midnight — clambering on a bus; speedy entrances to nighttime vehicles, people. Dozens: asleep, dreaming, clutching a phone, or a bag, or an umbrella, or a memory. ii. Dawn — a sudden jolt. Arms stretched, waters drank, bags repacked, fist bumps exchanged, dialogues made: “Are you… Continue reading Traverse in verse (Balingkilat/Nagsasa)
Weekend Wanderlust
Some days, you just wake up and realize this is how you'd rather spend forever. Happy Friday, everyone.
Let’s play with words (xxx)*
Imagine this: 12 young adults lugging packs 1/3 their weight, half-groggy; most of them rubbing their eyes from the sleep that's threatening to overtake them completely; all of them yearning for a sense of adventure that one does not normally come across with sitting behind tables or hiding behind textbooks. 12 strangers-turned-friends scurrying to find their seats… Continue reading Let’s play with words (xxx)*
Fleeting
2012: Jordan, I think, was his name. I don't really remember. (Of course it was, and of course I do, but sometimes I delude myself into thinking I never really knew him at all.) We used to talk everyday. Oftentimes, he'd be the only reason why I would be up at 4 in the morning,… Continue reading Fleeting
Of perpetual finds 