When the school year ended last March, I already lined up in mind the things I wanted to pursue for the rest of the year… numbers of more appealing somethings, none of which involved teaching. This is not to say that teaching isn’t appealing to me anymore. It still is. I suppose you can say that I am at a point in my...
In my attempt to prove my romantic sensibility to my friend, Sab, I wrote a sappy poem some 2 years ago about an Ube bar. Ube bar, in actuality, is a purple yam bread cut into bars, sold for Php3.00 each to any bakery in the Philippines. So basically, this is the inner fat kid in me, pulling off an Elizabeth Barrett Browning......