Category Archives: Fictional Essays

Was It Romantic or Purely Platonic?

Posted on November 3, 2010 by

A review [more of a reflection] of the stage play entitled Ismail and Isabel presented by the Philippine Educational Theater Association shown at PETA Theater Center on August 30, 2009, 3:00 pm. ————————————————— It was almost 9:30 pm at Acacia … Continue reading →

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Lanterns

Posted on December 6, 2008 by

As of this moment, my heart beat is beginning to get back to its normal rate after fear and worries made it pound hardly in my chest. A total of 14 people have just been relieved of their responsibilities from … Continue reading →

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On Coffee

Posted on August 21, 2008 by

Life is like our company coffee dispenser in the pantry — limited choices, different flavors — one coffee. Best of all, when you press any button, you’d never know what flavor you’d get. Sometimes, even after tasting what you have … Continue reading →

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Self-Improvement Tip # 2: Big Dipper

Posted on May 15, 2008 by

When I was declared unfit to run a race and subsequently told to make a different kind of journey, I was caught unprepared. I had nothing, knew nothing – felt nothing. But I had no options, or had one — … Continue reading →

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Self-Improvement Tip # 1: Magnanimous Loser

Posted on May 10, 2008 by

Photo Courtesy of sxc.hu What a title… What do you think do I really know about self-improvement? Never mind though. Before I proceed, I want to make a disclaimer first — that when it comes to giving self-improvement advice, I’m … Continue reading →

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Differential Diagnosis

Posted on May 6, 2008 by

I am terribly ill. Metaphorically. The signs and symptoms are visible but the diagnosis remains inconclusive. I know I’m dying. No one has to tell me — I can feel it. The symptoms are psychological in nature and they are … Continue reading →

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