I am reading the Luneta 3 blog, this was the first chapter of a novel I wrote in my mid-twenties. That was the age  I was full of insecurities in my writing,  something I still carry on today despite three decades of life in  the USA where I spoke and wrote English everyday.  I have…

Midnight. “I want to know if you have any record of that young body found  floating in Manila Bay?” I asked the moon-faced drowsy officer at the information desk of the Luneta Police Department. He wore a gray uniform; his hair carefully combed, stiffened by pomade. After giving me a lookover, he dismissed me with…