6 Filipinos With Swoon-Worthy Handwriting You’ll Meet at the Manila Pen Show 2023

Everyone’s most formative memories have to do with learning to write in script. The satisfaction of looking at your immaculate, handwritten notes is something everyone can relate to even today, in the advent of technology that has taken us away from the simple act of...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 30: “five years.”

I celebrate 5 years with my lover and the time feels surreal, still. A tumultuous couple of years was enough for us to understand that ‘no matter what’ are empty words until you have buckled under the weight of such a promise. It was the first time we didn’t think the...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 29: “sometimes love is not enough to pull yourself together.”

I read a story recently that broke my heart. A man yearns for his — friend? ex-lover? they never quite figured it out — paralyzed by the realization of his persisting fondness. His friend asks him what went wrong. ‘It wasn’t what he wanted. Or so I thought. Maybe it...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 28: “untitled.”

I want to be disappointed, but I am not surprised — and for that alone I am disappointed. Feeling let down by my own inability to finish something when it’s due, when it’s something I wanted for myself, not for anyone else. My brain screams for words to put on paper....

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 27: “three a.m.”

I’ve found that I am ill-prepared for tragedy—whether big or small. My brain stops functioning and my throat seizes up and all my frail body could do is call someone—anyone—to tell me what to do. I’ve found that I am useless and panicked and overcome with ferocious...

NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 16: “a queen.”

I run into a friend at a bar and a waiter comes by to get our orders. The waiter smiles and asks, ‘What would you like, sir?’ I freeze and my friend grins, placing a warm hand on the waiter’s arm. ‘I’m a ma’am,’ she says, as if she’s used to correcting others this way...

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NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 15: “knots.”

‘You’re terrible at this,’ you groan as I tie the end of your braided hair. I huff and roll my eyes. A ‘thank you’ would have been more welcome. I watch as you gently caress the knots, humming in deep thought. ‘Maybe I should cut my hair after all,’ you say. ‘Whatever...

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NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 14: “present.”

You call yourself ‘self-sufficient’ but who is it you coax to get off a comfy bed at 11 PM to accompany you in grabbing discounted pre-packaged meals at the grocery? Who is it that indulges you when you choose true crime documentaries night after night? Who is it that...

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NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 13: “that time in september.”

Remember when you said you ‘loved me a little less’ and all I felt in the days that followed was jagged icebergs pulling my soul down the deepest caverns? What I mean to say is that I’ve never been this empty and adrift when you found promise in a new horizon I...

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NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 12: “it wasn’t a phase.”

Some nights I remember it still. After class in our white tees and jogging pants as I listened to your heartache at the farthest swing from the school bus that was supposedly to take me home. ‘She didn’t like me, she never would have,’ you cried and I strained my neck...

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NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 11: “grocery list.”

A dozen eggs. 3 lemons. Unsalted butter. Cream cheese. Your favorite blueberry jam. A jar of salt after your mother called my cooking ‘bland‘ when she thought I couldn’t hear her. A bag of tortilla chips. A box of ginger ale and imported Japanese whiskey because we’re...

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NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 9: “for what is grief but…?”

I had been thinking about the emptiness I carried the entire drive home. How I felt the cold wind rush right through me, past my spine, my ribs, and my chest. But perhaps I wasn’t at all empty—perhaps the space that you had left was exactly that: space. Space...

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NaNoWriMo 2022 Day 8: “if i read our story backwards.”

The air is still at 2 in the morning with nothing but the cicadas filling this empty silence. The moon gazes down at you with a forlorn smile, and you think that there’s nothing more you can say than, “I’m sorry.” They rehearsed the words better in their head. “And...

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