Letter To My Younger Self

Dear Young JP, By the time you read this, I am already twice your age, 40. Life over here seems good. But it would have been better if I avoided some of my un-destined crossroads. I am not here to inspire you to pursue a perfect life. Instead, I encourage you to appreciate the struggles…

Dumagat Agta: Beautiful Places, Beautiful People

Part 3 of a Series Like many other indigenous people, the Dumagat-Agta have trust issue against any stranger. I knew and felt it on my first encounter with them. Some wore fierce looks but were refusing eye contact. Others were inquisitive but maintained good distance. Some mumbled at my presence without saying clear words. It…

The Mirror

I’m at the twilight of my 30s, soon to bid goodbye to the generations of the young and enlist myself to the anecdotal claim where “life truly begins.” But when I look at the mirror, I don’t look like a man my age but younger, good looking and admired by many. I feel the orchestra…

Tag-ulan ng mga Alaala

Tag-ulan na naman. Naalala na naman kita. Naalala ko ang mga ngiting namumulaklak sa tuwing nagkakatagpo ang ating mga tingin. Naalala ko ang mga sulyap mo na animo’y liwanag sa tuwing nangungulimlim ang aking puso. Naalala ko ang iyong mga yakap sa mga oras na nanlalamig ang aking buhay. Naalala ko ang buhos ng iyong…

Good Dad: Nature’s Masterpiece

For as many as the numbers of men who sought nothing but sex to their women partners, so less dream of becoming good fathers when they become one. Standing on the ground of being fathers to their children and hiding from the shadows of their responsibilities are what separate men from boys. It is there…

Hiling

Sa ikot ng panahon sa aking paglalakbay, Maraming naging parte sa kwento ng aking buhay, Ngunit sa pagibig at angking pagmamahal, Sarili ko’y nanginginig, puso ko’y nauutal. Pwede bang makiusap sa may akda ng tadhana? Baka ako’y nakaligtaan at puso’y nakalimutan? Wag mo namang hayaang lilipas ang panahon, Na sa aking pagtanda’y mag-iisang umaahon. Bathala…