I got inside the vehicle. It’s that awful smell again; it makes me nauseous. I just have to lay there quietly as I am being driven away from home by a rich guy. I prefer to be face down, pretending to be asleep. But I always take a sneak peek out of the window without making much movement — just a little tilting of my head, one eye taking a glance — to see what part of the road we are on. I don’t want the wealthy man to notice I was awake. The nine-year-old me was too shy to…


No one taught us how to mourn and have funerals online.

Photo by visuals on Unsplash

At first…
It was an overseas Filipino worker
It was a patient
It was an old man.

I see it every month.

The death toll keeps on rising.
And confined in our homes, we just saw this as a figure.

But the pandemic went on and on and unfortunately we’re still here.

The newsfeed became our daily newspaper because of the headlines…but also because of the obituaries.

And then it became…
…a jeepney driver
…a frontliner
…my friend’s old neighbor

I see it every week.

And it’s not even…


No one taught us how to mourn and have funerals online.

Photo by visuals on Unsplash

At first…
It was an overseas Filipino worker
It was a patient
It was an old man.

I see it every month.

The death toll keeps on rising.
And confined in our homes, we just saw this as a figure.

But the pandemic went on and on and unfortunately we’re still here.

The newsfeed became our daily newspaper because of the headlines…but also because of the obituaries.

And then it became…
…a bus driver
…a frontliner
…my friend’s old neighbor

I see it every week.

And it’s not even…


Three decades since the virus changed the world…

Photo by Mert Kahveci on Unsplash

I was staring at the moon, with my face as close to the window. That celestial body is my favorite. It’s still there wherever I may be.

In my peripheral view, I think I saw someone come in. There was a little mumbling sound too. I just didn’t mind her voice. I was too caught in a trance.

“Hey, papa! I said what it’s like to live through a pandemic?” My daughter interrupted my thoughts. I was totally zoning out.

“Sorry, dear. Just a loaded question right there. Haha! Why ask papa?” It was not a question a nine-year-old, or…


Photo by Eldon Vince Isidro on Unsplash

Namiss kong bumyahe
Yung kumakaripas ka sa pagtakbo
Maabutan lang yung Grab ride mo

Ba’t ba kasi ako nagbook agad agad eh pumipila pa lang ako sa elevator
Pag tumawag na si kuya Grab driver, sasabihin ko kunwari
“Kuya andito na ba kayo, teka, hinahanap ko kayo eh, dito na me sa baba naglalalakad-lakad”
Sinungaling, nasa 12th floor ka pa lang eh

Namiss ko yung jackpot moment na bakante yung tabi ng tsuper
Yung nagmamadali kang targetin yung upuan sa harap ng jeep
Pero pag may sumunod sayong isa pang pasahero, mapapagitnaan ka tuloy…tsk…bad trip
Umiinit ang pwet at singit
Tas nacoconscious ka pag…


Photo by Thomas Chan on Unsplash

Namimiss kong bumyahe

Namimiss kong gumalaw

Namimiss ko lang naman lumibot

At kahit papano namimiss kong maligaw ah

Kay tagal ko nang nababagot sa apat na sulok ng aking kwarto

Di ko naman akalaing aabot ng ganito


The one who owns the narrative wins the war.

Photo by Bermix Studio on Unsplash

This has been happening for quite some time now. This is an upgrade on how trolls are hijacking the social narratives in the digital space. This specific strategy is very easy to identify because they are prevalent. All you need to look for is a Facebook post about opinions, anecdotes, and strong claims, but they are all usually ending with a “CTTO / Repost / Copy-Paste” line.

This seems like a harmless disclaimer. But in the age of fake news and misinformation, no little detail is random. These “CTTO posts” are part of a well-planned marketing ploy of troll farms…


Palagi akong nananaginip
At pag-gising ko

p̶a̶r̶a̶ ̶a̶k̶o̶n̶g̶ ̶n̶a̶g̶l̶u̶l̶u̶k̶s̶a̶ ̶s̶a̶ ̶p̶a̶g̶m̶a̶m̶a̶h̶a̶l̶ ̶n̶a̶ ̶d̶i̶ ̶k̶o̶ ̶p̶a̶ ̶n̶a̶m̶a̶n̶ ̶n̶a̶h̶a̶n̶a̶p̶

ako ay nagluluksa sa pagmamahal na matagal ko nang nahanap

May nalimutan yata ako
May naiwan sa daan
May biglang p̶a̶g̶-̶g̶a̶a̶n̶ pag-bigat ng mga balikat ko at hindi ko maintindihan

At sa sobrang g̶a̶a̶n̶ bigat

Masakit

This dark humor work of art is rooted from the masterpiece that was the music video of Sa Susunod na Habang Buhay by Ben & Ben. It has a spoken word by Juan Miguel Severo, as an intro. …


Do you believe in fate? That in the most random places in this world, in the most random of all times, you get to meet some random girl. And everything — and I mean EVERYTHING — aligns for the two of you. Suddenly, that day isn’t random after all.

I was on my way to work with my usual guilty pleasure playlist from Spotify. I got inside the jeep and sat on my favorite spot — the rear spot on the end. Other passengers started coming in. An old woman sat in front of me. She did struggle a little…


Do you believe in fate? That in the most random places in this world, in the most random of all times, you get to meet some random girl. And everything — and I mean EVERYTHING — aligns for the two of you. Suddenly, that day isn’t random after all.

I was on my way to work with my usual guilty pleasure playlist from Spotify. I got inside the jeepney and sat on my favorite spot — the rear spot on the end. Other passengers started coming in. An old woman sat in front of me. She did struggle a little…

Andrew Beso

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 — 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, & 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘵 || sharedbyandrewb.ctcin.bio

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