Days from now, I will be turning 25. There will be no grand celebrations at home. This will be the third year that I am no longer that eager to have fancy celebrations with cakes and food at the table. I mean, I am content and eager if Papa will cook pancit or sopas at…
I learned to float in a stream just recently. Yes. A month before I turn 25, I learned this first baby step to staying alive in the waters. Thanks for the help of some new friends who might have felt pity seeing me trying to self-teach my way to floating.
Much has been said about Manila’s public transport. I know. From cabs to jeepneys and then buses to the railways system. Most of us, in one way or another, has had our fair share of stories relating to public transport.
When you are 24, with a stable job just enough to finance you and your lifestyle, a long-term relationship that is steady and strong, and family and friends who always give their support, you think all is well. I mean, all should be okay, right?
While I sit and choose to be in solitary amidst the people’s conversations of people around the house, I write this piece in deep grief.