(First posted here.) This memory is the answer. Tidal waves don’t beg forgiveness. Ang Pearl Jam na ang nagsabi. I had no idea where she was then. I was desperate and I only had a single clue after hours of searching. Nanginginig ako sa nerbyos sa nalaman ko. When people…
Leave a CommentKeebs started demanding they each clock in four solid, uninterrupted hours every day inside Andres’s Manila penthouse (really just the only unit on the topmost floor of his dorm along Cayco Street). Sen-sen found this scandalous. So scandalous in fact that she developed severe allergies in response. But there really…
Leave a Comment(First posted here.) It’s not like we give them names. If anything, it is these creatures that gave us—whatever it is you would like to call us—the power to rule their lives. To Dante we are the kagluyag, but to you, sentient beings as weak-willed as the rest of the…
Leave a Comment(First posted here.) Tiny leaves rebelled in my ear. The domestic-smelling darkness wrapped histories and myths and the lunchtime chatter of laborers around everyday places. The streets, while everyone was furious at the world, breathed imperceptibly through concrete pores. I cast what I hoped was a blank gaze at a…
Leave a Comment(First posted here.) There are certain truths you can speak only to walls. The electric fan droned. So this is what it feels like. I stare at the microscope on the desk. The weight of years crashed into me like the volume of a hundred radios cranked beyond their limits.…
Leave a Comment(First posted here.) Hindi ko maalala kung saan ko nakilala si Ramon. Pinipilit ko maalala pero parang mental palos. Papasikatin ko ang mga salitang ‘yan. Mental palos. Kahapon limang beses ko ginamit ang salitang ‘kaybangis’ and what do you know, maya-maya’y narinig ko na itong ginagamit ng mga kaklase ko.…
Leave a Comment(First posted August 21, 2011) And so if you’re going to do it, Dante, and if you know what it means to the world and to you, especially, then I’ll have you know that I have your back. But if we can still avoid that turn of events, I…
Leave a Comment(Thirty days starting August 21, 2011, I was to write something, anything, fictional. Most of these were studies for a novel.) Nobody will admit to the kinds of battles we have to fight these days. No one knows where they happen, how, and why. But they leave us bleeding.…
Leave a CommentThe idea is to look for shooting stars. And when you find it, you’ll find Everyone who never believed in you Still don’t, and never will Everyone who had faith in you Knew you had it in you all along And so the truth is not in what Other people…
Leave a CommentFirst posted on Facebook on January 30, 2011 at 2:54pm Two ways to look at it, really: [ONE\] I’m inside the back of a car, inside the trunk, and I’ve been struggling for seventy-odd years to get the hell out of these cable holders. My wrists are raw and my feet…
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