Strangers become friends; friends become strangers. That’s life. Sometimes, it is them; sometimes, it is us. What reveals the reason of friends becoming strangers can come in different ways: either you ask them or you make an in-depth self-examination where you went wrong. If answers still don’t come, then maybe, just maybe, you never shared... Continue Reading →
Arguing with Myself: The “Humorous Rape” Issue Inconsitency
People take sides in the “rape is not a joke” issue not because of real logic or concern for the greater good, but because of their fervent support to either party. Vice Ganda made a mistake, yes. But he already apologized. GMA7 has a point, yes. But they have also used rape as a subject... Continue Reading →
Arguing with Myself: When Friendships Blur
It’s not about school, work, or whatever. It’s about everything else. It hurts so much when your friends suddenly turn cold without you knowing it, and worse, you see them every day of your life like they just don’t care. And you? Well, you try to act like nothing really happens and all. You try... Continue Reading →
Arguing with Myself: Of Being Gay and Being Effeminate
Gay—this is just one of the many words that Filipinos are misinformed of. For many Filipinos, the word gay only refers to males who talk, act, and dress like a female: a transgender, a transvestite, a crossdresser, or whatever other words you opt to use to describe them. What they do not know is that... Continue Reading →
Arguing with Myself: The Case of the Broken Verb
I was walking along the paseos of Ayala Center Cebu yesterday on my way to Metro Ayala to buy some veggies for dinner and today’s lunch when I happen to see a graduated cylinder. That sight reminded me of the argument I had with my sister years ago, 2004 I believe.I was then in second... Continue Reading →
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