You are NOT Filipino if you haven’t ridden a jeepney during the rainy season. Nine people squeezed into a horizontal plank, all holding dripping wet umbrellas and bags, is NOT a good way to start your day, but that’s as Pinoy as you can get. Oxygen was never meant to enter a jeepney, and I...
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Star child
You’re a star child and you were plucked from the sky. From everywhere to here, a universal puzzle, in a jar. You’re a star child and the death of stars just isn’t too grave (anymore). Why don’t you just tell me how we are supposed to save the others, follow supernovas, a Big Bang in...
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A little story
So, it was two o’clock in the morning right, and I woke up, suddenly, from the couch. I had a stiff neck. The hair on the back of my neck were standing, the way they stand when you suddenly feel a ghost in your midst, just like Hollywood romanticizes it. Surely enough, there was a...
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To be able to write
They say to write poetry is easy. Take a few words, put them together, make them sound nice. “Or else do like I do,” she said rather quietly. “Tie them in knots like a cherry stem with your tongue. When you do…” “You’re a good kisser,” finished the other. “A good poet, you mean,” I...
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