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A Scorching Afternoon in the Philippines A bead of sweat courses through a rough, scar-ridden forehead.

Set during a Filipino New Year street celebration, this short story follows Gustavo—a man caught between fading traditions, family noise, and the quiet certainty of change.

Spreading Christmas cheer… and secondhand smoke.

In a quiet town battered by war and time, Tony stood beneath the noon sun, sweat clinging to his brow.

In a world eight billion light-years away from Earth — where gas particles swell to the size of guavas and darkness exists only as an urban legend — a synthetic-leather structure stands firm against a planet that refuses to obey gravity.

Saturday Training Day 2025 wasn’t done with Gustavo yet.

If you’re wondering why Gustavo’s at a hotel instead of in bed watching anime, rewind to Part 1—it explains everything (sort of).

The rains in Manila did not fall — they collapsed, like a billion buckets overturned by a drunken god.

Saturday mornings are usually sacred for Gustavo — a time when his head rests peacefully on his pillow as anime streams on his phone.

In a quiet suburban neighborhood in Laguna, the sound of birds, children at play, and neighbors at work paints the perfect Saturday morning.

Cornelius, the fragile embodiment of Gustavo’s sanity, officially expired on August 29, 2025.

Gustavo, now in his 30s and working a corporate job, looks back on his Manila college days filled with basketball, cheap gin, cigarettes, and unforgettable friendships.

Brightly lit corporate office on a Friday afternoon with employees working at their desks Intro: Friday afternoons in corporate offices often carry a unique mix of pressure, exhaustion, and anticipation.

Photo from 2019's Heaven & Hell Basketball Showcase CELESTIAL ARENA — Tuesday, August 19, 2025 An electrified crowd of angels and demons packed Celestial Arena tonight for the opening of the seven-game Heaven & Hell Basketball Showcase.

Before sunrise, Gustavo fights exhaustion, cigarettes, and the weight of another workday.

VATICAN CITY (Not Really) — In what authorities are calling “the most sacrilegious stunt since someone tried to baptize a cat,” a rogue band of renegade priests known as Junnie’s Juicy Jesuits executed a bank robbery so bizarre it left law enforcement baf…

After a draining 9-to-5, there’s nothing sweeter than clocking out and reclaiming your freedom.

Late at night, Gustavo sits alone in his garage, cigarette in hand, lost in quiet thoughts.

Struggling with a stubborn pickle jar has humbled many men, but in this surreal and satirical poem, it becomes an epic battle.

The unrelenting Philippine sun punishes a man and hit towel 🌞 Chapter 1: The Moist Awakening Dampthony had once been a proud towel.

Gustavo had conquered his morning workload like a caffeinated warrior—half a shift’s worth of spreadsheets slain before noon.

Corporate pressure, endless Manila traffic, and the weight of solitude—Micromanaged and Alone follows Gustavo’s weary drive home after another draining day at the office.

A crazed World War II guerilla fighter unboxes his new pistol Chapter 1: I Was Born in a Box, Not a Battlefield They called me Lola Bertha.