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For most of my life, I would secretly long for rainy days. I can trace this affinity with the rain to memories of my childhood. I was not a kid who went out and played in the…
We moved a lot when I was young. I always thought it was a necessary thing and felt like a little camper going from site to site. For every place we left, I brought with me a…
Here’s a fun fact about me—I have a soft spot for sunglasses. I love their aesthetic purpose, different levels of tints, unique shapes, and other little details. But what made me fall in love the most is…
You’re not helping me at all. Are you a new employee?” This was what a customer, during my first day as a call center agent, asked when I was slow in helping her resolve a technical error…
It was a rainy Tuesday morning. I was on my way to work while listening to Spotify when Francis M’s “Mga Kababayan Ko” played. The lyrics of the song goes: “Iwasan mo ang inggit, ang sa iba’y…
We just had another Election Day. Every three years, we always hear worn-out messages like “every vote counts.” But does it really though? My longtime friend thinks otherwise. He has this unwavering stance that voting is a…
How will I deal with grief?” I ask myself every time I remember how I almost killed my father when I was still a child. I was naive back then. Will I cry? Will I hide my…
I remember a Tuesday afternoon in the downtown area of Calbayog. I was walking along Nijaga Street, when out of nowhere a boy about 9 years old approached me. “Kuya, tagi man piso (Brother, please spare me…
I had just received a piece of devastating news and sat for 10 minutes, trying to process my emotions. I texted my partner, told him I was sad about the news. He asked if I wanted to…
We’d done everything we could for him—inserted a line of intravenous fluid, given him oxygen, placed the small round pill under his tongue to bring down his blood pressure. But the patient still wasn’t waking up. No…
A booming vibration cuts through the air, indicating the arrival of our persistent guest. “He-li-kap-ter!” The kid next door shrieks on cue. A helicopter flies past for the second time that day. It moves across a thin…
In Dante’s “Inferno,” Limbo was the first circle of hell, its vastness housing those who had been excluded from salvation. Souls are forever lost, through no fault of their own but because they had lived before Christ…
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