Pocket-sized hope
About two years ago, I received one of the greatest gifts any student could present to their parents: to graduate...
‘Bakla, bakla, paano ka ginawa’
I’m gay—born on June 27, eve of the Stonewall Riots. I grew up listening to people blurt out, “sayang,” every...
Pride on the other side
Did I have a normal childhood? Did I live a conventional Filipino family life? Or did I just fail to...
‘Para po!’
Para po! The magic words that all of us commuters use to tell jeepney drivers that they have taken us...
Behind the labels
Have you ever found yourself labeling someone as “crazy” during high school? Or perhaps categorizing them as someone recently discharged...
My iced coffee and I against the world
The last time I ate at a fast food restaurant was a few months ago. I would usually drop by...
$300,000, anyone?
I FINISHED COLLEGE THE OTHER SATURDAY. I WAS swarmed with messages saying “congratulations” or “I’m so proud of you.”
A real-life ‘teleserye’
One netizen commented that it was like a scene straight out of a “teleserye.” A policeman shot one of the...
A nation with no identity
I hated my nationality. Even the mere thought of being a Filipino abhorred me since I was a child. I...
The North must remember
My sister was born on Feb. 25, 1989. Our relatives in Manila often called her “Edsa,” after the celebrated avenue...
