By Dara Bascara
The speech of Lupita Nyong’o at the Oscars moved the entire audience and the rest of us on the planet who have access to TV and the Internet. The video went viral overnight.
By Marc Batac
I once resolved that I do not and will not subscribe to labels because they are flawed, misleading, and often disempowering, but today I declare that I am what the patriarchy categorizes as “gay.”
By Patricia Maxine Gallo
No goodbye, just “text me whenever.” That was the ultimate promise my high school friends and I made on graduation day. We have taken different paths filled with new friends and new experiences, yet we still find ourselves back home, always in the same restaurant that our city is known for. The strong aroma of grilled chicken, the old songs sang off-key by the same old, bald man, and the familiar faces of girls I spent half of my life with, somehow bring me comfort. But it doesn’t last very long. The comfort is always replaced by shame and bitterness inching toward my stomach. I don’t finish my food—the first sign that something’s wrong. My horizontally challenged appearance is a dead giveaway that I always finish my food.
By Maria Cristina dM. Sario
I would often wonder how close I was to being as good as dead. I’d wake up in the morning, check the time, see how early it is, sleep again, wake up again, get up and take a shower, check the time again, and realize, sh-t, I’m late again.
By Viveka A. Miguel
MY SIGNIFICANT other sent me a text message: “MBA (Masters in Business Administration, May Backer Ako), MPA (Masters in Public Administration, May Padrino Ako).” The abbreviations are not mere jokes; these reflect our infamous patronage politics.
By Jon Andrew R. Sison
I am pondering these thoughts while stuck in the “normal” traffic on Edsa on my way home. The MRT is crippled. Working people are all over the busiest avenue in the metropolis; everyone wants to go home after a long day.
By Regent Andre D. Piedad
I entered medical school five years ago, and I am now a postgraduate medical intern in training. I have gone so far; I still have a long odyssey ahead of me. The local board exams loom, and to quote a popular 1990s anthem, “We are the ones who are next in line.”
By Aldan S. Avila
For one night I was back in high school. Literally and figuratively.
By Bernardine F. Almazan
I will soon be moving on to college. Time goes by so fast that I didn’t realize it until representatives of colleges and universities started coming to our school to present what their institutions had to offer. And I knew that this was what the adults had been talking about.
By Cyndy Sol G. Rodrigo
There is an urban legend in the University of the Philippines that if you have a picture taken with Oble (the Oblation), you will not graduate on time.
By Dominic Dayta
I call her “Memory” because that’s all she is now: dead, buried, decaying, almost forgotten. I can barely recall her surname. But I remember the last words she said to me and how she looked on the last day of the only summer she existed in my universe.
By Ail Salumbides
Remark from my good friend: Ail, now you look like a nerd but in the video you were so hot you looked like Eva Fonda.