Makati city — Deep down, I already know that it’s a matter of if, and not when: I am going to leave you. I don’t even know where I’m going yet, but I am so sure of it that once I can, I know I will. I know you’ve been around for a long time, have seen more people come and go than I could ever imagine. Yet you sit there, seemingly unperturbed by this monster you’ve become. Indifferent to the lives your people...
Makati city — Not too long ago, I was looking at a similar view when I wrote about breaking up with Manila. But for better or for worse, this place is still home, for now, and life has been sneakily getting better ...
Makati city — She’ll never admit just how beautiful she is. But you have to tell her. She won’t tell you to stop. But when she does, tell her anyway. Tell it to her by the way you look at her. Tell it to her before...
Makati city — For some reason, I thought it will be enlightening and interesting for my personal development. But up until now I can’t think of an appropriate reason for my decisions and actions. No family member o...
I visited a stranger's grave.
Stories I Couldn't Tell Her - Part 1 of Countless
I guess this place isn't so bad. For now.
Manila, we need to talk.