I remember coming home one night. “Fuck it’s so cold. Fuck Fuck My boots are so heavy. Malayo pa ba? This building is so creepy. Is anybody home..”
My grandmother buried a seed into the ground about fifteen years ago. She told me to watch the Indian mango tree grow. She said it would grow like the Gumamela on the side of the road. But it took long. So long that Inay never got to see the mango tree grow at all.
I think it was Sunday when I arrived at Bappy and Anja’s in Intendente.
I woke up early yesterday to begin something I’ve always wanted to do. Photographs wait a little longer before they are revealed. We just have to be patient.
I bought 2 yards of orange fabric the day before yesterday.
I lost 4 years worth of photographs.
I just got off the phone with my sister, I asked her, “When are you moving out?” “I already did!” she says. This is the intersection going to her house. I spent many nights in her tiny apartment. It’s probably smaller than my room in Manila but I love it. We went home to that […]
Last week, I watched one of my dearest friends got married. It’s a funny feeling because as students in college, you think you’d be young forever. And then days like this come and you realise how much you’ve all grown.