An Open Letter to the One I Still Miss

Some days I convince myself I’ve moved on. That I’m healing. And in some ways, I am. But then there are nights when it all comes rushing back—the ache, the silence, the empty space where you used to be. And I realize I’m still reaching out in the dark, hoping to find you there.

The Name I Leave Behind

Everlost is a place I’ve built from the pieces I couldn’t carry anymore.It comes from the feeling that some of us were never meant to be found. Not in the world, not in love, not even in memory. Not lost in the way that invites search parties—but lost in the way that says: “I was... Continue Reading →

Admiral Gizmo’s Health Chronicles

August of 2014, I decided to adopt a four-month-old kitten from Island Rescue Organization (you can read about it here). Since then, we have given him the best life we can offer. He has been fed well, neutered, vaccinated and dewormed regularly, etc. He became chonky. At one point, he was 8.7 kilograms, and the... Continue Reading →

an open letter to mr. jun capulot

Mr. Capulot. During your broadcast on July 31st where you were supposed to comment and give light to the current situation of a BPO company in Iloilo whose some employees were tested positive for COVID-19, you veered to a topic that steered controversy by giving uncalled for comments. You labelled the call center industry as... Continue Reading →

cold coffee

i saw you through the glass walls of the coffee shop, your smile lighting up the entire room. i heaved a sigh as i mustered every ounce of confidence i had to cannonball into this uncharted waters. i lifted my phone, screen off, and used it as a mirror while i practiced my smile. i... Continue Reading →

maybe . . . one more?

how do you do it? how do you easily move forward from everything we’ve been through? you’ve moved on so swiftly that a year with me seemed nothing but days of frivolities. i want to know how you do it, how make it seem so easy. i’m uncertain if this is what i see, but... Continue Reading →

We Live Our Lives Stigmatized

The people who know me are aware that I swore to myself that I would never work in a call center. Ironically, this month marks the fifth anniversary of me working in one. I now have a lot of friends in this industry, and I admire them for that—for working graveyard shifts and being patient... Continue Reading →

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