Tag Archives: Manila

Lonely in the City: How Manila Mends the Heart.

Only a beautiful city can repair a broken heart. After having been turned away from my alma mater and missing the opportunity to bid my students adieu and congratulate them on successfully completing high school, I took my loneliness out … Continue reading

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Traveling with Others: An Abundance of Patricias (Part 1)

I have travelled with a fair share of Patricias whom I’ve found to be a rare mix of headstrong and vulnerable all at once. They’re an unpredictable bunch and they’re definitely set apart from the Anna’s and the Kate’s. But … Continue reading

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Sunsets and scarves.

Yesterday’s sunset along Santolan road captured all of my current feelings. The city appeared to be burning–an apt way to imagine the Battle of Manila that took place in 1945. But research aside, and no matter how heavy reading about … Continue reading

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Companions.

Sometimes it isn’t about where you go but who you travel with, much like it is in life, right? As February rolls by, I’m tempted to introduce those people who have made the journeys worthwhile. Having been somewhat successful at … Continue reading

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Unconventional Journeys.

One weekend I bit off more road than I could chew. There was a conference in Tagaytay City which my friend requested me to attend and as I had work during the day, I decided to take the bus bound for Tagaytay … Continue reading

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Impermanence.

All our lives we fought against exalting the individual, against the elevation of the single person, and long ago we were over and done with the business of a hero, and here it comes up again: the glorification of one … Continue reading

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Manila: On Occupying and Being Occupied.

My office building at twilight, shortly before we all left for the holiday break. We had to vacate our third floor premises some months ago to make room for renovations but we’ll be back in here soon. Looking at it … Continue reading

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And then there was music.

Back to regular programming…Queue the candles, dim the lights and gather a small group of friends who’ll sit in silent astonishment as another friend plays her heart out. That’s what we did in January when Stella was here. A night … Continue reading

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Looking at Lindsay.

This is Lindsay. She’s 19 years old, shy but wonderfully certain that photography is her passion. I just met her three days ago. She’s traveling with my tito and taking in the experience of being here through a series of … Continue reading

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Cultural Excursions and the Spoil-arium.

So, someone’s back from the world at large and he’s got a new project! The angel series has been completed and he’s now set the wings down and replaced them with a full astronauts space suit! The test shots look … Continue reading

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Sunday mumbling.

Ate so much for dinner and am now suffering a massive headache…it must have been the coffee or the ab-workout that came as a result of all those jokes. I now know all the Ilocano words for a man’s impotence … Continue reading

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Myths in Manila.

Sunset. Suddenly the rain stopped and the heavy clouds that straggled about the mountain seemed to set upon the sun with the fury of Titans fighting the divine Apollo, and the sun, vanquished but magnificent in its fall, transfigured the … Continue reading

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The Mythical East and The Whitest Boy Alive

It was three years ago in M’s car that this song played and as oblivious as I’d become to the conversation my companions were having, I couldn’t make out the words to this wonderful tune. I just overheard that the … Continue reading

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