Ronin



Hindi ko sinasabing I love you. Pwede siyang isa para sa tatlo. Buy 1 take 3. Isang bagay para sa iyong oras, pansin, at ngiti. Bargain. O sulit nga ba? Ano bang bagay ang bagay? Mura? Mahal? Tayo? 143. Hindi ko sinasabing I love you. Hindi ko rin sinasabing I […]

Agosto Series: 143


Binugahan niya ako sa mukha. Tinawanan pa nila ang aking pag-ubo. Totoy. Weirdo. Weakshit. Tuloy ang paghithit nila sa dilim. “Ang arte mo naman.” Ilang taon na rin akong malinis. Matagal ko nang tinigilan ang bisyo ngunit sa tuwing nakakalanghap ako ng usok, nagbabalik ang nginig ng kamay ko. Kaya […]

Agosto Series: Relapse








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It’s a strange fascination for some, I guess, to obsess on fine-liners, felt-tip pens, retractable gel writers, and hard-bound black cover notebooks when a Pilot ball pen and Corona notebook would do. But there are stranger things that we could obsess on, like from purely pink houses to Santa Clauses, […]

Falling down the tricky inky world of pens


For sure, if my father lived up to this day, he would be telling me how he and some of his friends stormed Malacañang 30 years ago after Ferdinand Marcos reportedly left the Palace. Anti-Marcos groups ransacked the place, valuables were also reportedly looted. He hoped to bring home something […]

My father’s EDSA tale