The sound of a coffee machine, a low hum of keyboards, and the faint buzz of startup talk, that’s the…
You can walk through any Southeast Asian capital and hear the same kind of talk — the missing billions, the…
The sound of a tuk-tuk fades into the buzz of a café fan. A man teaches English over a crackling…
A jeepney driver stops at a red light in Pasig, grabs his phone, and checks a message—another Lazada order confirmed.…
By sunrise, Calle Crisologo is already humming with noise. Oil splatters in wide metal pans, garlic burns slightly at the…
Salt hangs in the air of Palawan mornings. Backpackers shuffle through narrow streets, plastic cups of iced coffee in hand,…
Picture a computer lab in Manila at 10 p.m. The air is cold, screens glow, keyboards clack. Someone curses under…
There’s a stretch in Betis that smells like sawdust before you even see the shops. Wood shavings scatter along the…
Politics here feels like the country’s heartbeat. You hear it everywhere, inside jeepneys, in morning talk shows, even at birthday…
By mid-afternoon, the streets of Bacolod carry a sweet smell that seems to follow the wind. It comes from open…
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