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The Crime of the Cybercrime Law
I remember the day that I first spoke up against someone. She had openly criticized me for being a snob....
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Of the SONA and (Apparent) Common Sense
I was on the Recto platform of the LRT today, as I would be on any ordinary Monday. I had...
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The Myth of the Magic Piece of Paper
When I was young, all I wanted were medals and pieces of paper to tell me that I was awesome....
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Musings on the LRT
Let me get straight to the point, as I’ve been chewing on this idea for a while. Why do people...
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Dear Mr. Clavio
(This is in response to broadcast journalist Arnold Clavio’s declaration on TV that the Men’s National Football Team was “pretending...
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The Magic of Real Compliments
I overheard the neighbors chatting last night, while I sat in my room. They were four or five men, all...
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Don’t Call me Stupid
As I sit here in my room and write my project proposals, I cannot help overhearing my mother. She is...
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Appreciating the Language Beneath the Words
I’ve been in an awful lot of debates lately, most of them involving language. Some people insist that English is...
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Furor Over Language All Over Again
The swimsuits and long gowns be damned. Sure, I love me some pretty dresses – but I also love me...
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The Case of the Teacher Who Knows Everything
I remember being a third-year college student who had just finished her Graph a Saddle calculus classes. Math came easy...