He was never as good as he was in 2013, or the years before, and anyone who’d say he was still doing great in 2015 would be lying. Today, however, he was phenomenal. — Growing up surrounded by people who think basketball is the best thing since sliced bread exposes you to the sport at… Continue reading 24 // Mamba Memories
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Spectre of yesterdays
Act I. Eventually your fingers will be the gauge of your disposition Your knuckles the bearer of your sins. Soldiers have amputated arms, amputated legs. You have translucent skin brought about by wounds which never seem to heal. People would notice how your nails are always trimmed, almost invisible. You tell them it's… Continue reading Spectre of yesterdays
020103
Things have changed. She used to sit alone in restaurants, taking forever to read the carefully laid out menu, digesting each word even before her stomach would do the same to the food she will eventually order. She used to be comfortable with empty tables, with a book only for company. No reason to hurry,… Continue reading 020103
Of women
I was walking to the drugstore at 7 PM that day, the summer sun splashing the sky with vibrant colours of purple, pink, green, blue as it hid behind the faint Sierra Madre mountains, a temporary bid of farewell for the day. I overheard a girl, who was helping her mother sell chicken innards and… Continue reading Of women
REBEL: EDSA at 30
People spent yesterday in various ways -- some stayed at home and read up on the events that gave us back our democracy, others went outside and retraced the steps taken by quiet heroes, a few went away to unwind, and many still did not do anything out of the ordinary. Last night, armed with… Continue reading REBEL: EDSA at 30
Lucky
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
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
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)
Another space for me
Anyone who knows me know full well how much of a camera fan I am, and how I would prefer being behind it than in front. And while I am nowhere near good at what I love to do, I think it's nice to have a place where I can keep track of the… Continue reading Another space for me
Of perpetual finds 