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
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
Ojiugas
[Attempts] 1:38 AM Lights swirling, a cacophony of sounds translated into visual pleasures A chord, the bass thumping, reverberating not unlike engines of airplanes about to take off Music does the same — no place too far, no heaven too hard to reach The melodious wave hitting skin Reaching out, Bringing in, Taking you in… Continue reading Ojiugas
Of new angels in heaven
09 December 2015 B. Hi. I’m typing this on the balcony of a local coffee shop, sleep-deprived and stressed, but definitely not as much as you. You’re probably on the way to the hospital as I write, or walking down from the tarmac, or exiting the immigration gates — it doesn’t matter, what matters is… Continue reading Of new angels in heaven
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.
Of perpetual finds 