Dear Right at this very moment, you are the only one next to Pacquaio whose name reverberates in all corners and walls of every building and of every street in the Philippines. Next to Pacquaio, if not even more, your name is famous. You have been labeled a pervert, manyakis, buwang, loko-loko, sex addict, manggagamit,… Continue reading Dear Doctor Hayden,
I don’t know about you, but I never quite liked not getting an answer when I ask a question, a favor and/or help from someone. Usually, there are only two obvious replies and they’re both monosyllabic (and by far the two words that need very little explanation): Yes and No. But to a lot of… Continue reading A grayish world
My name is spelled in two letters. You can either spell it with a C or Z in the end to make an emphasis, but nonetheless it’s still two consonant letters. KZ. Two letters, and not three. How can anyone even think it’s spelled in three letters? How can I be mistaken for someone who… Continue reading By the way, it’s KZ.
“Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.” – Ovid The first thing I noticed about Nanay Ida as I sat beside her was the attire she was wearing. Batad, although remote, has also to an extent embraced change. Traditional Ifugao costumes are hardly seen or worn by natives this day and… Continue reading Batad Chronicles: They’re overworked