On TV, Elemento runs. Scenes of children in uniform running and playing. I’m taken back to my childhood, when I was in my elementary school uniform – running and playing and having fun like the boys on TV.
The kid I’m watching is swapped with an Elemento. I’m not sure how that happens, but as far as I know, when an elemento is involved, there’s a swapping… of “elements”, so to speak.
Continue reading “Porcelain Dolls”
“Okay. Next. Let’s listen to your position, Miss Evergreen. Step on the riser and begin…” instructed Miss Hally.
“Ahem- ahem!” Cara paused for twenty seconds for a pensive effect. She looked at each of her classmates’ foreheads – the area close to where eyebrows furrow. After a lungful of breath intake, stated: Continue reading “The Position of Cara Evergreen Who Can’t Do Anything”
Something happened to Resorts World Manila. She did not know what that was – Cerese, who stays at home and has two windows to the world – the television and the internet. Continue reading “Something Happened to Resorts World Manila”
“I want to be single again,” she said.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“You know… after the baby and all the rush of settling down to save face, to cover up sins, and to justify our relationship before people, I miss being single. I need to be single again” Continue reading “Gael’s Ride”
I open my eyes and there is still blackness. The air is chilly. I am certain the sun has not yet risen. My siblings are still fast asleep. My mother, still in deep slumber. Time to get up before I am tempted to lie down again. Continue reading “A Barrio Tale”
She received an invitation from a family friend in abroad. It was an invitation to an 18th birthday. There was going to be a Debut party for a daughter and the celebration was going to be held in one of the cities in the Philippines. A hotel has been booked for the venue and for the guests. It was going to be a formal event – gowns, barong’s and fancy footwear.
Continue reading “Her Money’s Worth”
Raul Saev and his two siblings were lying in bed. The moon shone brightly elsewhere, but not in their area. Raul looked out of the window. The moon was full and bright, but for some unknown reason, Continue reading “The Inang”
It’s fascinating to see how Philippine humor evolves. I didn’t get to see it from the beginning, but I just know that it changed over the times. I’m not a humorous person, I believe, but I know when humor is at my door. I get a sense of “patriotic pride” knowing that Pinoys found their own “humor-niche”. Continue reading “The Pinoy Hugot Niche”