b'THE REST OF US STORIESKoyo Joseph challenged me to basketball. And Koyo Marlon has been camping.Now, hes in a band. He plays his Night-walking, always online, now I knowindoor gigs in sunglasses and laughs Tagum and its outskirts like he doesforests,when I envy their weather. As the typhoon with healthier signal than my bathroom.hit mid-land I rang to remind him, As if he waited for the warning, his bag waswinning by far at Southern trials, pre-packed, and his trip was planned for longto go online and mark yourself safe. enoughmiles, in factto mark himself safe.Tito Benedict uploaded an album after his I keep my family updated. They love to seebirthday. I left belated wishes and cooked my good grades, city visits and pretty dresses.the pancit, adobo, and lumpia I saw frying It makes up for my promises to fly over.along the back-wall. When his son lived That morning, my teacher saw the newsin Tacloban, he was caught and submerged and hoped for me that I could call themin his house. Tito Benny went dark here, since the worst we get is acid rain.for weeks before marking himself as safe. There was no use marking myself safe.I grew up as fast as At Gabrielle. Graduate,psychologist, it would be more like Englandthan the Philippines to take her passionsfor mental healthI am lucky. She losther Mama, and Nanay took Gabrielle inthe warm. She waited, until she reachedsome internet to mark themselves both as safe.He runs a tap into glassand approaches the window.He takes one, longsip, and swirls the cup.Its tumble calms to a lakeplaced on its coaster.His chair tucks his legs under his table,he starts his homework,and decides if he unplugs the sink,he can drain the money from elsewhere.49'