By Bernice Pascual
I just saw another Facebook friend share a photo in admiration of a dead dictator’s presidency.
By Unica Amor R. Mananquil
“Outside looking in they will never understand… Inside looking out we can never explain…”
By Daniel Al B. Delfin
I distinctly remember it was raining when I found out that my mother had cancer. And I feel like it hasn’t stopped raining ever since.
By Kat Uytiepo
People told me my cousin, Guillo, had died from hazing. He was supposedly the dead boy in a suit and tie, with suffering and regret on his face, inside the coffin. I slowly advanced toward the front of the chapel.
He is a (Chinese) Singaporean, and I am a Filipino. In this side of the world, where racial lines are clearly demarcated, we may be regarded as a very odd, interracial couple.