Of promises and Pixar

I couldn't remember what year it was, but I knew it was I was still in college. I was talking with my cousin Kuya Romar over the phone, and he made a promise to me. I haven't seen Kuya Romar in a long time - I was maybe three of four years old when I… Continue reading Of promises and Pixar

Home for the Holy Week

It is always a long drive when Holy Week comes along. For this year, my Mom and I left the city at 12 midnight and arrived in our humble town in the province of Zambales at 6 A.M. We plopped down on the couch in the living room, where we always are most of the… Continue reading Home for the Holy Week