I wasn't always interested in P-Pop. I once thought Filipino idol groups were simply imitating K-Pop. Then BINI's *Karera* found me during my physician licensure examination review, and ALAMAT introduced me to a different side of contemporary Filipino music. From childhood cassette tapes to listening on my commutes in Edmonton, here's a personal guide to discovering P-Pop, including the artists and songs I think deserve a closer listen.
Lena has carried Mara’s spare house key for four years without ever using it. When an emergency finally forces her inside, she finds something small that makes her question everything she thought she understood about their friendship.
I grew up thinking English was second nature—spoken in classrooms, churches, even cartoons. But when I migrated to Canada, I had to prove it all over again. This essay explores the quiet unfairness of being fluent but still labeled ESL, and why Filipino English deserves more recognition—both in policy and perception.
A rich man finds the best ramen of his life—then keeps eating. Each bowl tastes a little worse, but he can’t stop. A quiet descent into hunger, control, and the business of emptiness.
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
I used to think losing everything meant disaster.
Like, rock-bottom kind of disaster. The kind that...
I missed the bus. Then the next. I could’ve waited again, but I walked. A soft but steady free verse on movement, pain, and choosing your own pace—rooted in a real Thursday afternoon.
A work of fiction. Any similarities to real names, people, or events are unintentional.
Part 1: Zone G
Clarisse Mendoza didn’t like noise.
And concerts were nothing...
