I was the last passenger. That means I have to accept that only half of my ass can rest on the seat. I wiggled my hips, trying to find the only position that would give me a sliver of comfort. "Ahem" said the young lady beside me. She gave me a keen look. Her glasses slightly … Continue reading Commuter Van
On my back
I was working at Dasmariñas during this time. It was December and all the trees on the street was alight. All I could think about is how giddy you would be if you saw this. I made a mental note to bring you here and let you walk under the tree lights. Then I saw … Continue reading On my back
Clear Lines
And she said "Clear lines" I paused. Was the Line muddled before But now it was Clear? Crystal clear? Or was Line indefinite before But now it was Clear? Vanished? There'll be two of you! There'll be two of you? ---- I started writing this after receiving the message from your mother. My emotions were … Continue reading Clear Lines
Sixteen Million
Sixteen Million. Before 2016, This figure meant nothing. Now, it is the number of separation. “We are the Sixteen Million!” “Damn you Sixteen Million!” Each corner, Asserting themselves, As the stronghold of Truth and Reason. Denouncing the other, As agents of Lies and Treason. Every time I see 16 Million, I imagine a malignant rift … Continue reading Sixteen Million
Transport Strike
No School! No Work! For two days, the jeepney drivers and operators declared a transport strike. This was in response to the PUV Modernization Program of the government. I support this program with some hesitation. Jeepneys need to be replaced. They're dirty, polluting, unsafe and uncomfortable. The new jeepneys that the DOTr have paraded brought … Continue reading Transport Strike
Black Eyes, Red Tongue
The Trump Melt
January 31st
It always start with a question. how are you? or where you've been? can you stop? and what you've seen? i know the difficulty in uprooting one's life and family. but I won't stop.
Kalachuchi
I do not know how long I can still continue. There are days when pain is unbearable, And I can't get out of bed. But there are days like this. You can clearly see that I am happy. I am not burdened by my pain. Our work is not complete I want to continue.
Rain on Elizabeth
Will they drop? Or are they.. Make them stop. I'll run away. Don't wait for me. Look back and stay
fishcatorio 