Oh! I have one of those too 😂 had to move the bins under the sink because he could find everything edible in the trash. At least we can be sure they'll never go hungry, even with us out of the picture lol

Trash Cat has similar markings to my trash cat!! We call him Tummy Basura. I assume you also found yours while taking out the trash 🐈

Of course, I also had a great time (for the thing I was actually there for 😆) attending the IGLR's Conference on Global Innovations and Governance: EU Regulations and PH Policies on Digital Data

In addition to taking advantage of the surprisingly good lighting in the Malcolm Hall 1st floor women's bathroom, I also went hunting for cats

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we eventually sold the house. i imagine the mango tree has gone the way of my grandmothers roses and orchids, and the bushes along madison—chopped down. though i really hope not. (9/9)

many years after (as he outlived her by 10 years), my grandfather planted a mango tree that would grow faster than i expected, maybe because i spent months on end at school, away from home. i liked looking at it from his bay windows while i listened to his stories the last years of his life. (8/9)

the garden grew wild the sicker my grandmother got from the cancer, and was left almost entirely untended after she died. (7/9)

at night, i would stand in our long pebbled driveway and look up at a sky full of stars, only ever recognizing orion the hunter and eventually—after a trip to an even darker pundaquit, zambales—the big dipper. (6/9)

when it got windy, the glass doors would rattle audibly, and in typhoon season, the wind would whistle like an occasional visitor.

in our garden, my grandmother grew deep pink roses and white-and-purple orchids. (5/9)

when i was young, i lived in a big house with lots of windows, glass doors and terraces. my bed would always be bathed in sunlight in the daytime and i never had trouble reading (not like now, living in these small boxes where light is as precious a resource as clean air). (4/9)

i noticed in the sweltering heat that the tall bushes i walked alongside on madison st. were not just pruned, but cut to stumps. why do people still do that this deep into this ever-accelerating climate catastrophe? (3/9)

the imagery in the book reminds me of my childhood in cavite. i didn't exactly live in the barrio but nature made itself felt much more than it does in manila—just last night, right after sunset when it should be cooler this deep into november, (2/9)