Waitlisted, wasted Filipino dreams
Every high school graduation season, I witness social media—and this year, my email inbox—become a brutal battlefield for the future,...
My pink pony club
I have always felt that I belong somewhere else. Not because I hated my hometown, but because from a young...
Human economics
In studying economics, we are taught about scarcity—our time, energy, and basically, all financial and non-financial resources are not infinite....
For once, I was chosen
“Why did you choose agriculture?” my professor asked me on the first day of class. Caught off guard, I paused....
Season of goodbyes
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on November 22, 2008. Happiness is a choice, I’ve been told....
A little bit more
I paid with a card and waited for the short receipt. My grocery cart is just halfway full. A switch...
In shallow, stagnant waters
A slight drizzle washes through Katipunan. The sidewalks of a highly urban space are not particularly suited for late-night/early-hour strolls:...
Lovely as a ‘3’
I look like my father, this earned me a special place in his heart, so I was able to get...
I passed UP, now what?
I always knew I would get an admission to the University of the Philippines (UP). My entire life as a...
$300,000, anyone?
I FINISHED COLLEGE THE OTHER SATURDAY. I WAS swarmed with messages saying “congratulations” or “I’m so proud of you.”