Behind Filipinos’ favorite brands we know and love
Shaunte Felicity Ong Ingrained in Filipino culture are brands that have defined generations of families. Behind these giants are pieces of warmth and joy that tell different stories for every
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The real villain of The Devil Wears Prada 2 isn’t Miranda Priestly
It’s what AI is doing to journalism
The Devil Wears Prada 2 isn’t just a reunion of our favorite fashion chaos; it goes beyond the importance of cerulean sweaters and flowers in spring. The film reflects what
Not everyone is ready to go back to school
Aaron Dave Mendina, Dorothy Gonzales, and Joshua Pasion Schools are considered as the second home of students — places where they find their comfort to learn, to think, and to
Because I have to, right?
Abraham Joseph I am a male. I am expected to be a guy. I have to live like a man. All these times, I am too confused to think about
You seem so average for a student who used to be on top
Sophia Gime How does one measure worth when the applause fades, and who are we becoming in the uncomfortable space between who we used to be and who we are
Yearning is our favorite hobby
Zee Healy You were actually too good to be true– At least for someone who used to settle for less I didn’t know I could pull you Not because I
Beyond breakups and burned bridges: “hate that i made you love me” is a manifesto on reclaimed power
On a first listen, Ariana Grande’s new song may present itself as a bubbly, Max Martin-produced track about exes who date the idea of someone rather than who they actually
Bago ko malaman, ramdam ko na ang kaba
ni Dorothy Gonzales May himig pero walang salita, nangangapa pa. Hindi ko pa natutukoy ang dahilan, wala pa akong bokabularyo sa aking nadarama. Sa mga araw na nais kong makihalubilo
UNANG SINDAK NG MAYO: Ang mataas na singil ng kuryente
Pinaniniwalaang nakapagpapagaling ng sakit at nagdadala ng swerte ang unang ulan ng Mayo. Subalit ngayong taon, hindi pa man bumubuhos ang ulan, una nang bumuhos ang hinaing ng mga tao
A Language That Left Marks
The cold wind caressed my skin,February’s way of whisperingthat life loved me—quietly, deeply.It kissed my sun-warmed surface,held me close enough to sway,and I danced, mistaking touch for care. The cold
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