Sincerely yours, Mister Phathupats
As a Kapampangan, Juan Crisostomo Soto’s “Y Miss Phathupats” feels more than just required reading. Over a century old yet...
Surrounded by the privileged
From the moment I could think rationally, I knew I wanted to study in Manila because of opportunities that would...
Growing up with the internet
We are a generation that grew up with the internet. That is an indisputable fact. With every milestone—from my elementary...
The bookstores of Utrecht
I studied at Utrecht University in the Netherlands in the city of, well, Utrecht. I’m a literature student, meaning that...
Beyond loveteams, mistresses, and slapstick
Let me share why local film festivals have left me quite disappointed. This December, I attended a film fest screening...
Images of indelible truths
A few weeks back, the legendary cartoonist Charles Schulz announced his retirement, marking the end of his half-century-old daily strip...
Lessons on regret
For the longest time, I believed I was immune to regret. I held a steadfast belief that regardless of my...
Breaking generational traumas
In the backdrop of a barrio in Isabela, where the echoes of ambition often fade amidst the challenges of a...
Watercolor beauty
I am a girl who is obsessed with wearing makeup. I like wearing makeup because it makes me feel beautiful,...
Belonging somewhere and nowhere all at once
As a kid, I always envisioned people in their 20s as having already gotten their ducks in a row. They...
