My sister was chomping on mushroom balls for breakfast on the day of my surgery. My mouth that was dry minutes ago began to be filled with saliva. "Is it good?" I asked. "Yes," she chuckled, "Stop torturing yourself. You know you're not allowed to eat yet." "Right, 8 hours of fasting. Can't wait to... Continue Reading →
One night, you find yourself listless, sprawled on bed. You are exhausted. Everything you do seem to be failing. You work your fingers to the bone, but you don’t feel an inch closer to your dreams. You sleep the night away; all troubles fading, worries vanishing. You see yourself drifting in space like a bug... Continue Reading →
One day, I found a pile of Newspaper Activity Sheets in the classroom shelf. These were cartolina-sized papers with a layout akin to a newspaper, only that it got boxes and lines to fill in, such as The _______ Times. It also asked interesting questions like What is Your Happiest Experience? My 7-year-old student, Ben, loved reading... Continue Reading →
This story is about a little girl who drops by a music store every day, after school. She, at first, would feel shy to be there, since she knew she wasn't there to buy anything. She was there to look, merely look, for her money wasn't ample. The shop owner, however, accepted her amicably, perhaps,... Continue Reading →
The rain kept on pounding the roof, but the voice recorder went on. We continued the interview. This time, I asked Bro. Razi how their apostolate works. "Every time I talk to these kids, I think of how young they still are, yet they are already concerned of survival, of earning to live. Childhood was stolen... Continue Reading →
The rain was heavy that afternoon. Streets were flooded. Roads were congested. Ever and anon, I flinched at the rumbling thunder. My Grab car waded willy-nilly through the traffic, until finally, at half past 2, I found myself at Our Lady of Annunciation Parish. A moment later, I shook hands with Bro. Razi. He led... Continue Reading →
I ran fast when I was little. That feeling of freedom, of wind blowing against my face, and of that heat that spread in my body at each halt are still vivid to me. I remember how I wished I could never stop running since the heat and sweat made me uncomfortable. My legs, however,... Continue Reading →
The Storytelling Project piqued my interest the first time I happened on it. I like stories. When I was young, Papa would tell us tales about farm, soldiers and God every night until sleep rolled over us. We also used to keep two drawers of children's books in the living room. Rapunzel, Rumpelstiltskin, and books... Continue Reading →
Warning: Long article ahead. I've told most parts of this 'accident story' countless times, but I desire to preserve the memory of the actual incident here, quite in detail, no matter how traumatic. Perhaps, I'm doing a desensitization, or I just don't want its lessons to disintegrate with time. Here it goes. I woke differently that... Continue Reading →
