Tinay.. It was a word, or more appropriately, a name I have always associated with Dalaguete. Not that it carries some astonishing significance. Tinay was a college friend, a good one at that. She’s from Dalaguete, and I could not forget her strange tongue. You know, how the native Dalaguetnons play around stresses that could… Continue reading The Children of Osmeña
I couldn’t decide if plants are lucky for being mouthless, brainless and immobile. These get them into too much trouble, you know. And they’re too often mistaken for non-living. Sometimes, I find their stationery silence mocking. But I secretly envy their insensitivity. Not to mention, their effortless beauty. Strolling around SM City is a walk… Continue reading Green Heart
Some corners really do hide surprises. The mall was practically invaded by Korean stores. Amidst the party was this small yet proud Filipino stall. Yeah Assembly. You’re doing it reaal good.