I’ve spent the last couple of months clutching my phone to my chest every morning and before bed, checking on Punch. It’s become a…
ASIDE from my wallet, abanico, and handphone, there should always be a book in my bag. Its absence means I wouldn’t be able to read while…
Inevitably in my narratives, I turn my focus on my partner of 42 years, Rolly Fernandez. Our best times are when we’re eating and…
LOOK, I may no longer be able to pull all-nighters of writing and editing. Text I could churn out in a couple of hours some years ago may…
Text and photos by Vincen Gregory Yu
The famed Japanese pines of Matsushima.
Imagine El Nido, but more subdued, less imposing, fun-sized…
(The author was brand manager of the defunct ABS-CBN Publishing, which published such titles as MeTro magazine, then brand manager of…
When did I last read or hear the word “soirée”? Easily when we girls from a Catholic high school would arrange with boys from a similar…
WHAT is it about pickleball that makes me want to live on the courts?
I ask myself this a lot. Sometimes when I’m packing my bag for the…
From the mall’s top floor came the distinctive sounds of the gong, cymbals and drums one afternoon. A lion dance was in progress…
42 years with these ‘paramedics of prayer’
WITH this entry, I’m starting my column here in TheDiarist.ph, collections of random…
