by Cathlyn Mae Botor The striking tek sound of a light wooden stick (pat-ik), fixed with sharp pomelo thorn, hand-tapped repeatedly onto my ankle surprisingly seemed like music to my ears. A painful rite...
by: Mara Sugue Growing up, my mom was always the family photographer. Whether it was a birthday party or a family trip, she’d be there taking pictures. My mom had her camera, ready to document...
by Mara Sugue I was once asked about my opinion regarding the Philippine travel industry. My answer was, “It’s good, but it could be better. I really wish the Philippine travel industry would stop associating...
by Ten Ilajas The rose-colored labyrinths of stone glimmer under the afternoon sun. There were few bushes and shrubs, but mostly, the tents of the side stores and huge rocks would serve as shade from...
by Ten Ilajas The current was perfect. I was basking under the afternoon sun at the boat’s sundeck, sipping on tea, and munching on breadsticks. The breeze was cool. There was an abundant growth of...
by Anne Gumiran The plane shook as we were experiencing a patch of turbulence. I was on a tree [yoga] pose at the lavatory as I peed, and I thought: What the actual fuck?...
