Language, learning, identity, privilege
Apparently there’s this rage going all over the internet about this certain James Soriano. I chanced upon his name in a few comments on FB, and curious about what exactly he did for the notoriety he has now, I read the column he wrote for the Manila Bulletin. I can’t say I’m enraged, actually. There is an ounce of truth in what he wrote, but it’s the delivery that caused...
Another rainy day
Trying out a new way of editing photos, hohoho. I still haven’t gotten the hang of it, though. I think some of the photos appear too dark, gah.
Thank you for everything, dearest.
Of being judged. Of having my friends and the people I choose to be with be judged. You have no right to judge me. You aren’t God. Neither are you omnipotent or all-knowing. Yeah, your gut-feeling may sometimes seem right—but in the end, that’s all it is—a gut-feeling. And just because you think it’s always right doesn’t mean everything you say that comes from...