Update on the blog and the book
Filipinos have always strived for democracy since the Spanish tyranny. The spirit of freedom has been tested several times. The Americans, the Japanese, and the country never cease to fight for its sovereignty. With that history, the people have adapted and learned. With even a sign of oppression, the Filipinos will and always will stand together to break free from it.
My mother was the most beautiful thing ever. My father was the most beautiful thing ever too!
Then silence engulfed us again. I sank into my thoughts. It is just as logical as how my grandmother is already preparing for her time. I would still try to prevent it, but wasting her effort is the last thing I don’t want to do. So I decided.
I have seen something, he tried to remember. As they got nearer and nearer to the room where the boy is leading them, their steps were becoming a bridge to the fears that Adrian forgot.
The brown wood is attracting him, eyes are nailed in it as he grew closer. Open it. He stood there, examining the casket. He placed his hand above it, and his lips smiled at the bulging excitement of opening its cover.
The corridors began to shout echoes, piercing even to this room. Both boo’s and ah’s are reeling me. I’ve got to finish this quickly, I pulled bone after bone, off the skin and each other. I snapped and sawed until what’s left is a vessel.
I am a letter scrolled inside a bottle, or maybe I am the bottle that carries it. The waves are all that I can be assured of.
Isang manok na hindi tumitilaok, ngunit ito ay tumatalon-talon. ‘Nok” ang tawag niya dito.
“Bukas daw, bawal na ang maramihan sa palengke, dapat paisa-isa na lamang tapos may oras pa.” habang ang kape sa aking tukador ay hinablot. “Kagaya na din tayo as Maynila, iyong nasa balita - Lockdown!”