Category: Writing
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Turning 32
What does it mean to be 32? Does it have to mean anything? Is it worth celebrating? Under normal circumstances, I would be happy to have a simple dinner with my husband and family. But the last two years have given me enough alone time that I want to be outside with other people, to […]
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My Best Friend, The Surgeon
Last week, Missy got on stage to receive her golden scalpel. What should have been completed in five years of residency had stretched into six years and three months because of the pandemic. I wrote a 2000-word essay back in 2018 during her first few months in Philippine General Hospital, the biggest tertiary hospital in […]
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Caught on Film
I am on hiatus from social media at the moment. I have been soaking in too much information the past few weeks, absorbing both the positive and negative, oscillating between hope and despair. I have always wanted to leave these toxic online spaces but work prevented me from doing so because I needed to be […]
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Murder on Repeat
The man was dead. There was no question about it, the way he lay at the center of the frame – his right arm extended perpendicular to the body and bent at an almost 90° angle, head lolling to the side, shirt crumpled and dirtied. The man was dead.
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What I Do When I’m Not Writing
The other day, I sat with Datu as he sipped his Chai tea while I gulped down my too-sweet coffee, which had more foam than caffeine. We were in a booth in Coffee Bean, both of us on a couch in the corner farthest from the entrance. After a few pleasantries, he turned to me […]
Trish in Transit 