I don’t actually have an older brother, but I had one back in college. His name is Cristopher, Tupe for short. Most people would take one look at him and think that he has “priest” stamped all over his demeanor, and in fact I used to jokingly call him Fr. Tupe of happy pious and […]
The Lost Mohican
We were miles apart, and it had been years since we last talked – a dozen years, to be exact. Yet here I was, going on overtime because I was having too much fun chatting with her. “So how is Cate?” she asks, after I tell her about how I spent Christmas with my roommate […]
Tatay’s Tales
My friend Nald has had several interesting experiences while working in Manila. Gay and I were talking about them and I just wanted to recount them here. Boxing Arena. He was in Quiapo to buy a wallet that a friend of ours asked him to buy when a fight (suspected to be a frat war) […]