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A Kalamay Is a Kalamay Is a Kalamay

Sweetness has always been one of our ways of enduring. It arrives…

A Migrant’s Dream of Ice

I am at my lowest ebbA thousand miles from homeThe harshness of…

Along the Coast of Bulacan, Climate Change and Corruption Raise Questions About the Cost of Progress

As climate change accelerates coastal flooding, a vast land reclamation project backed…

Beyond Nostalgia: Why the Modern Filipino Commuter Deserves Dignity

There is a toxic tendency to view Filipino endurance as a badge…

Children Of Our Time

We used to play in the mornings,afternoons too. Sleeveless shirtson bloated figures,…

Contrasting Truths of Faith: Dinagat Islands

Despite its enviable biodiversity, Dinagat remains as one of the poorest provinces…

Desserts at the Center

In my hometown of Marinduque, dessert has its own hour. The cool…

Found Love in a Homeless Phase

For almost 40 years, I was a city boy who partook in…

Happy

I am revising the calendar in honorOf the esteemed pessimist societyWhose president…

Homecoming

“Home. I have called so many such, that it almost feels callous,…

Microdosing Life

How ritualizing the mundane enabled me to curate magic in the in-betweens.…

Neither Here Nor There: The Transience of In-Betweens

Part 2 of “The Mundane Series” Airports have never been anyone’s favorite…

Patawid: The Legacy of the Baguio City Public Market

Baguio City Mayor Benjamin Magalong spoke of the proposed 4.5-billion market redevelopment…

Pit Señor: The Dance We Inherited,The Faith We Complicate

I came to Cebu last year because my children were finally old…

Queen of Manila Streets: Queering Escolta at the ESC Biennale 2025

Carrying the festival theme, “Tambay lang,” this year’s Biennale spotlighted London-based walking…

Quiapo In My Mind: Of Faith, Folklore, and Stopovers

The first thing that hits you is the density. Quiapo has its…

Riding The Faultlines of Cavite

How a man with no plan found grit, growth, and unlikely kinship…

The Demon of Malabon Cemetery

The cemetery a few hundred steps away from the place I grew…

The Forest Is Where Wounds Mend

“Breath vapor escaped from my mask as the balmy streets of Kias,…

The Packing List of a Middle-Aged Filipino Traveler

An existential manifesto disguised as a pre-departure checklist (Part 1 of “The…

The Persistence of Names

A guide to some invisible places in General Santos City.

The Seeds We Plant in Place Bloom Long After We’ve Left

Baguio always has a way of teaching you things you didn’t come…

The Taste of Typhoon Season

The Storms of Memory I remember the darkness after the typhoon –…

Viridian Forest

Papang is hauntedby the ghost of the bicyclein the backyard. Its bones,twisted…

When The Sea Learned to Dance

Elyu, or La Union, if you insist on full names, used to…

Where Has the Time Gone?

One traveler ponders at the changes in El Nido over a decade…

Why There Is no Rape in Bontoc

The line of og-ogfu winds along the trail,broken only at the height…

You Came, You Saw, You Bought a Magnet

(Part 4 of "The Mundane Series") The Psychology of Travel Souvenirs Souvenirs…