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A meal for two, please
When I was in my hopeless romantic tween years, I couldn’t help but wonder who would sit right in front…
2 days ago
Postal code 1017–1235
Makati, one of the big business districts in the Philippines, has played a huge part in both my childhood and…
4 days ago
Money talks
While the less fortunate are forced to break bones just to afford a whisper, the rich never have any difficulty…
5 days ago
Who will clean up the mess you left?
This story originally appeared in the Philippine Daily Inquirer on February 7, 2006. My generation is admittedly a confused lot,…
1 week ago
Sprinkle it forward
Have you ever paused to think about the cost of kindness? Is it truly free, or does it run a…
1 week ago
We’re poor but we look nice
On the first day of school, I met my people. Finally, I’ve found people like me who find clothes more…
2 weeks ago
Notes on writing
When I first discovered the love affair between imagination and words, tucked in the yellowing pages of a library book…
2 weeks ago
Till death do us part
“I’m dying.” I was not prepared to hear those words. Being a widow in my late 20s or early 30s…
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Why I read tarot
No, I am not a witch. While I wish I was one, I only consider myself a person who is…
3 weeks ago
‘Hoy, Pinoy ako!’
Many Filipinos, who are born and raised locally, are familiar with the catchphrase “Hoy, Pinoy ako!” sung by the prominent…